Page 39 of Off Limits

I head for my room and flop onto my bed with the door closed. I run my hand through my hair and then down my face, the scent of Ellie still on my fingers. God, she’s intoxicating.

And of course, that smell has me reliving every moment of having my mouth and hands on her. I can’t fucking wait to do it again. I hope she can get her room to herself tomorrow. After her roommate forgetting to text her and leaving her high and dry overnight that first week, she’s due for some roommate-free time in the room herself. And I’d be happy to keep her company.

I undo my jeans, releasing my aching cock as memories mix with fantasies in my mind—Ellie’s kisses, the feel of her lips, the look on her face when she sucked the chocolate off the fork, how tight she was around my fingers, what it would feel like to have her lips wrapped around my cock like that, her pink heat clamping down on my dick as she comes.

In no time, I’m spurting over my hand, shuddering and panting like I’ve just done wind sprints.

I’m definitely going to have to jerk it tomorrow before hooking up with Ellie, or she’s going to think I’m a minuteman. And whatever else is less than ideal between us, with our situation, at the very least, I want to do that right for her. I want to make what we have worth the sneaking around and the possible blowback if and when Cal finds out. And I want to make whatever time we have together as memorable as possible.

If we’re going to climb onto this thing and ride it to the bitter end, I want to have as much fun as possible on the way down.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Ellie

“Where have you been with your glow and your sex hair?” Autumn asks when I get back to our suite, setting her book aside and making a circle in the air with her finger to indicate my general appearance.

I reach up and feel my hair. I have sex hair? I just walked through the whole dorm and said hi to people I know with sex hair?

Under different circumstances, I might be embarrassed about that, but right now I just shrug and say, “With Simon.”

Autumn’s eyes grow wide, and she sits up straight. “What? You were with Simon? Did you do it? Tell me everything!”

Laughing, I let her pull me onto the couch as I fill her in on the most important details. When I’m done, she slaps me on the arm. “Dude. When you need to bang your new boyfriend, you text me and tell me to make myself scarce for a while. This is basic roommate one-oh-one stuff here.”

I shrug. “I’m not sure I’d call him my boyfriend. We didn’t get into the labels portion of the conversation. And anyway, I didn’t know that was what he’d planned, and by the time I realized, I didn’t want to stop what we were doing.”

She purses her lips, her skepticism written all over her face. “If you say so.”

“I do. But tomorrow …”

She claps and hops off the couch. “But tomorrow you need the room to yourself. Give me a timeframe and text me if you’re done early.” She stops whatever she’s doing in our kitchenette and spins around with her finger pointed at me. “But don’t be done early. That would just be tragic.”

I give her a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

She sticks her tongue out at me and turns to the mini fridge again. “In the meantime, this calls for a celebration. I picked up sparkling cider on a whim yesterday, because it’s yummy. Seems festive enough for a totally legal dorm room celebration, don’t you think?”

Laughing, I stand and help her find a bottle opener, which she discovers we need once she’s got the foil unwrapped. “Oh, my dad gave me a pocket knife. I think it has one. Hang on.” I rummage through my desk drawer and come up with the Swiss Army knife my dad insisted I take with me to college. I’m pretty sure knives are on the contraband list for the dorm, but he was adamant, and fighting with him when he’s decided something is useless. Even though I still think he was being ridiculous, it’s coming in handy now.

Autumn pops the cap off the bottle and fills two plastic tumblers, passing me the blue one and keeping the pink one for herself. She holds her glass up and clears her throat, so I wait for her to make her toast before sipping my drink. “To Ellie,” she says in a clear voice. “And finally bagging her man.” She taps her cup to mine and takes a sip, her eyes dancing with laughter.

“Thanks, Autumn.” Even though I sound sarcastic, I’m actually glad to have her around to push me and encourage me and make me stand up for myself. If left to my own devices, I would’ve wallowed in this limbo of texting Simon but not acting on my feelings for who knows how long, growing more frustrated and missing out on other potential opportunities as well. Because of her assertion that I needed to be honest with him about my feelings and my needs, I sent him the first text telling him that I like him. And then accidentally told him to take me to dinner. But that serendipitous accident ended with me here, toasting my friend after making it to third base with Simon in his truck with the promise of more to come.

Maybe there’s something to Autumn’s whole manifesting what you want thing after all.

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The next day, I’m dressed in a swirly knee-length tank dress, ankle boots, and my trusty cardigan, waiting for Simon’s text, champagne bubbles of anticipation popping in my belly. Autumn’s in class, but she took enough stuff with her after her last pit stop to stay busy for a while. “I can hang out with Piper and Dani if I run out of things to do,” she said on her way out the door. “Don’t you worry about me!”

Which is actually reassuring, because knowing she’s not wandering around with nowhere to go will make it easier for me to relax with Simon once we get back here. Because I’m assuming we’re going to get dinner again.

Right? I mean, he’s coming over right after practice. He’ll be hungry.

Yeah. Yeah, he’ll be hungry, and not just in the horny way. Like hungry for food.And you’ll want him to have enough energy,says a voice in my head that sounds suspiciously like Autumn. Shush, Autumn in my head. Go away.

The phone buzzing in my hand mercifully distracts me from my buzzing, nervous thoughts.

Simon: Just leaving the sports complex. Where are you?

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