Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
He picked me up and a little while later, he dropped me on a bed and climbed on top of me.
Blaise whisked my jeans off, grabbed my underwear, and they vanished. Then he slid inside. We were like animals. Too long, way too fucking long. He went in hard and fast, and then slowed, panting in my ear. “Holy—I can’t—”
He was trying for control.
Hell to the no, no, no.
I grabbed his ass and pulled him into me. “Harder.”
I moved my hips, slamming back against him, and that’s all the response he needed. Blaise took me, pumping furiously. I came, and then he flipped me over and pounded me from a different angle, his hand bringing me to another orgasm right before he came inside of me.
Birth control is my friend. Thank you, reproductive prevention plans.
Yes, that was my thought. I couldn’t move. I could only pant, gulping for air, sprawled out, and then he fell next to me.
His hand swept down my back, cupping my ass, and he moaned. “I have seriously missed you.”
All those nerves and fear? Stupid.
I turned my head, but the muscles in my back weren’t strong enough. I could only see him from one of my eyes. “Therapy was good?”
He swallowed, nodding. “Real good. I got the green light. I’m still a dick, but I’m not going to hurt anyone.”
“You feel better?”
His face softened. “Yeah. I feel better. I did the work for you, but it was for me too. I’m good. I really am.” He bent over, giving me a tender kiss.
That was enough for me. I mustered my strength and climbed over him.
He rolled to his back, his hands finding my hips, and looked up at me.
His grin was fully satiated, but I worked him hard again and lowered my hips. Once he was inside, I leaned back.
“We’re good, then?” I heaved the words out as I rolled my hips forward and back, riding him.
He growled low in his throat. “Yes. We are good. I’m good. Are you good?”
Oh yeah. I was good.
I picked up the pace, and his hand moved between my legs. I was really good after that.
We didn’t have any more of a talk that night. We went from his bed to the shower. Then he made food for us, and we went to his kitchen counter. He introduced me to his balcony. He was on the highest floor, and we kept everything dark behind us so we could see the party lights from frat row. I knew exactly which house was Zeke’s.
After that, I made some phone calls, because that was one thing my roommate and I had remembered to do—exchange numbers. Jade wanted to murder Angeline, and Veronica had moved to Zeke’s lap. I envisioned drama already, but then an hour later, Jade reported that they were all in the dorm and safe. I was supposed to check in in the morning, and she demanded a roommate breakfast. She also wanted to meet the boyfriend, her last text a tease as Blaise carried me back to his bed. He laid me down, disappearing into the bathroom.
Jade: Complicated, my ass. That hottie is yours and yours alone from what everyone is saying. Girls are seriously jealous of you. HAVE FUN! Talk tomorrow. I want to meet him.
Then my phone beeped again.
Unknown number: This is Angeline!!! We had so much fun. Your friend Zeke is cute and he rejected Veronica. She’s already cyberstalking him. See you tomorrow!! Your boyfriend is really cute.
Unknown number: Veronica here. Girl. You have explaining to do. Tomorrow. Breakfast. You bring the coffees. Also, that Zeke guy is an asshole. I have to have sex with him.
I laughed, showing Blaise the texts when he came back in, wearing nothing. Which was the best ever.
He grinned, then took the phone as he slid into bed beside me.
He sent them all a group text.
Aspen: This is the boyfriend. Stop texting my woman. I got her for the night. Phone is off.
And he tossed it aside and claimed me, pulling me over him.
That’s when I remembered. “My brother’s in town. He wants to do brunch.”
Blaise groaned, his hand smoothing down my back. “I have a feeling college is going to be interesting.”
I smiled.
I had a feeling college was going to be perfect.
Epilogue
BLAISE
“Dude! No!” Zeke doubled over just as I killed him for the last time.
He tore off his headset and threw it at me. Catching it, I laughed, pulling my own off and setting both on the floor. The headsets weren’t cheap. I scowled. “Sore loser, asswipe.”
“Shut up.” He got up, stalking to my kitchen. I heard the fridge open and he called out, “Why don’t you keep any beer? That’s like against the sacraments or something.”
I laughed, getting up and heading to grab some water. “Sacraments? We’re in college, not a religion.”