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“I can’t last,” she said as she nibbled on my lip.
“Take me to heaven, then.”
She smiled as she rocked harder and faster. I shaped her hips and anchored my hand to hold on.
When she moaned her release, her body shaking, I didn’t give her time to come down. I carried her over to the fireplace and eased us down onto the rug. Then I began thrusting in and out.
She sucked on my tongue as I moved in and out, faster and faster. I wanted this to last all damn night, the friction of our sweat-soaked bodies sliding together, but when she clamped down around me, fireworks exploded behind my eyelids.
She smiled up at me, beautiful and sensuous. “Let it go, big guy.”
I threw my head back, and with one last hard thrust, I froze while I rode out my orgasm that was out-of-this-world amazing.
She gripped my cock so hard, milking every ounce out of me. And fuck if that wasn’t mind-blowing.
Once I had control of my senses, I pulled out, stalked into the kitchen, and quickly cleaned up. Then I grabbed a beer and returned to the beautiful specimen who hadn’t moved an inch.
She was angelic and beautiful with her auburn hair fanned out above her, and my heart sputtered.
Holy fuck. What is happening to me?
The fleeting feeling vanished when she lifted up on her elbows with that zombie look she’d had earlier. “Don’t say anything to anyone about my dad. No one knows about him and Ms. Sims.”
I wasn’t a gossiper, and if I did tell anyone, it would be Lucas, who could keep his mouth shut. Nevertheless, I said, “No worries. I’ll take it to my grave.” While I would like to see her old man sweat bullets, I considered Haven a friend, and I didn’t betray my friends.
She awarded me with a brilliant smile. And just like that, my dick started to grow.
Licking her lips, she said in a breathy tone, “I’m ready to go again.”
I was ready to go a thousand times more.
26
Haven
Vicki and I were on our way back to the dorm after grabbing dinner at the Terrace Cafe on campus. Students strolled by in groups, some wheeled past us on bikes, and others jogged. A warm breeze picked up as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. I loved this time of year when the evenings grew cooler and less humid.
“I shouldn’t have eaten that extra helping of pasta,” Vicki complained as she held her stomach.
I’d let her take most of mine. I’d hardly been hungry since I’d met Ryker. Or maybe it was because of my father. He’d been calling and texting me for the last week since the art festival at Woodcreek High, and I’d been ghosting him. I was probably more furious with him than he was with me.
I could confront him about Lorna Sims and my suspicions, but he would only deny it or tell me I was paranoid. But I wasn’t. The fact that he’d blown up my phone not long after the art festival proved to me that Lorna had filled him in and told him that Ryker and I were dating.
“Walk the Line,” my father’s special ringtone, blared from my phone.
Vicki laughed. “You should talk to your dad. Otherwise, he might hunt you down.” She knew the song all too well now.
“Maybe I should’ve gone to another school,” I muttered. That way, Ryker and I wouldn’t have met.
Vicki swatted at me as we approached the dorms. “Nonsense. With election year, you would still be facing the same rules. Well, aside from staying away from Ryker.”
Her last statement was the only problem. I had never brought bad press or attention to myself when I’d been in boarding school. So I knew college wouldn’t be any different. Sure, I wanted to party and have the ultimate college experience, but I wouldn’t make an ass out of myself.
Your actions with Ryker say otherwise.
No, that wasn’t true. I hadn’t made the news because of Ryker. I hadn’t brought bad press to my father’s campaign because of Ryker or in general. The Sims family had instigated the pics and the rumors.
Aside from that, I couldn’t figure out why my father hated Ryker. Perhaps Mr. Bridges was right when he’d said that my father only wanted what was best for me. Regardless, who I dated was my choice, although I wasn’t dating Ryker. The man didn’t do relationships.
