Page 138 of Stroke of Fate

As great as her presentation was, hearing her talk about my performance—and, yeah, my body, too—gave me a massive ego boost, especially since I work hard to keep both in peak condition.

If it weren’t wildly inappropriate and gross, I’d kiss her professor for making up that assignment and leading Bear right to me.

Don’t get me wrong, I would have still pursued her regardless, but damn if that project didn’t give me the perfect in.

“You’re a pain,” she groans, but her soft laughter follows as we walk again.

“What do you think about spending the afternoon with the dogs?” I ask, changing the subject as we step through a large set of doors and into the parking lot.

“Really? But it’s not Sunday. I thought they won’t let you take them any other day.”

“I called Ms. May and told her we won’t be here for the next two weekends. She said she’d make an exception for me, and we’re more than welcome to stop by.”

Bear and I haven’t missed a single Sunday hanging out with one of the dogs from Wagging Tails, except for Halloween weekend.

I’m over that bullshit now, too focused on moving forward to dwell on it, but it took me a while to get here. We can’t turn back time or change what happened. And yeah, as much as it sucked, I can’t deny our relationship is stronger because of it. I don’t need justice for myself to move forward. I just need my girl by my side.

It’s harder for Bear to accept my thinking, but she understands why I don’t want to drag things out by going after Sadie.

Holding onto anger over what happened does nothing but steal from my present and future happiness. And as philosophical as that sounds, it’s the truth.

“That’s great! Yes, let’s do it,” Bear says, nodding enthusiastically.

This would seal the deal for me if I weren’t already so deeply in love with this girl. Her compassion is unmatched, and from the first moment I saw her, I knew I was onto something when I compared her to an angel.

She’s a light in this world. Inmyworld. Has been ever since she came knocking at my door, tilting my life right side up.

“Do you think we can get Winston again?” she asks, stopping beside her car.

“Even better news.” I grin. “She said the family fostering him fell in love and ended up putting in an adoption application for him.”

“That’s amazing. I wish we could save them all,” Bear says wistfully.

I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I know.”

It’s hard to give some dogs back, especially the ones we fall in love with along the way. Unfortunately, our hands are tied to our living arrangements and commitments outside school.

“One day, we’ll look into fostering.”

Her shy smile melts my damn heart. “I’d like that.”

Bear, me, and our foster pups? Yeah, I’d like that a whole lot, too.

Like I said, my present and future happiness are too damn important to dwell on the past.

***

“Levi,” Bear moans, tugging at my hair until I’m forced to lift my face from between her thighs. She pushes up onto her elbows and stares down at me, all glassy-eyed and her hair wild from writhing on the bed. “There’s no time. I still have to pack.”

I’m well aware we have to hop on a red-eye in a few hours. We’re spending Thanksgiving break with Bear’s parents, and as much as I’m looking forward to the trip, I don’t want to think about them when their daughter’s thighs are wrapped around my head and my tongue inches from her pussy.

Smirking, I trace a finger over her dripping slit before slipping it inside and pumping it in and out of her.

“So, you want me to stop?” I ask, gaze locked on hers.

“No!” She hisses, her eyes rolling in the back of her head when I push in a second finger. “Just don’t drag this out too long.”

Challenge fucking accepted.

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