Boyfriend Bargain (Hawthorne University #1)(13)

The sounds of our sex and our breathing are loud, and I don’t care. I kiss him hard, grinding my lips against his, and he kisses me back, like he needs me to breathe, like he might die without the taste of my lips. He puts his fingers on my clit and rotates, taking me with long strokes, as if he knows my body so damn well, and I tighten around him and fall over the edge into shards of lightning and stardust. I groan, my body stiffening and reeling as I arch forward, the orgasm lingering as he pumps into me, swiveling his hips like a man who’s fucked against a wall a million times. He presses my hands above my head and owns me with his dick, sliding in and out. He gives me everything and it isn’t pretty or sweet, but it’s perfect. He shouts and goes over the edge, pumping and twitching inside me.

Seconds pass and only the sound of our deep breaths breaks the silence. My legs unravel themselves from his waist and settle on the floor. He leans down to gaze at me, his hands on the wall on either side of my face. “Fuck. That was…” He stops and swallows.

Yeah.

My cheeks feel red and I rub my face, taking in gulps of air.

Breathing just as heavily, he takes a step back. I watch as he takes the condom off and tosses it in the trash. “You doing okay there, babe?”

Babe.

“Yeah.” No time to even address that. I push the feelings that word evokes down and shake my head, my fingers raking through my hair, trying to find my headband, but it’s long gone. I’m darting around, grabbing my clothes from the floor.

He’s quiet, watching me. “Hey, did I misread your signals?”

I look up at him. “No, no, you didn’t.” I don’t elaborate. Honestly, I can’t even process what just happened.

I manage to fix my bra and get my underwear back on. My sweatshirt and leggings are next.

“Then why are you running off?” He straightens his shirt and adjusts his jeans, zipping them up.

“I’m not. It’s late and I have to get up early.” My voice quivers and I cough, trying to hide my…nervousness?

He watches me shove my boots back on. “Come home with me.”

“More sex?” My mouth opens. I’m not sure my heart can take it.

“Maybe, maybe not. I might have to fuck you in my car before we get there.” His words are silky, promising another round of incredible sex, and he gives me a heavy-lidded, expectant look, as if he knows I’m going to say yes and he’s just waiting to hear it.

There’s a long pause in the room as we stare at each other.

You know you want to, baby, his eyes say.

You don’t know me, mine say.

Yet there’s another conversation in my head, one I don’t let him see, where I debate going home with him and losing myself in his arms.

But Bennett pops up in my mind, an image of him with girls fighting to get to him on stage. It’s not like Zack is my boyfriend—as if—but part of me is smart enough to know that going with him is playing with fire. Zack Morgan is an inferno that will burn me up. There’s something about him that makes me lose my breath. And that…that must not be allowed.

“I—I can’t. I don’t know you. I’m not sure I like you.” It’s a little blunt, but I think he’s the kind of guy who appreciates the truth, and I’m not one to lie.

He pauses and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, his brow going low. “I see.”

But he doesn’t. He looks pissy.

Maybe he’s never been turned down for a second round.

I chew on my lips. “This was really…”

“Fucking hot.”

I frown. “Yeah, but you can have that with anyone. I don’t do this kind of thing. This isn’t me.” I clutch my purse.

Those intense grey eyes spear me, cooling from molten steel to a wintry stormy color. “I see.”

My eyes dart around the room. “Look, it was nice to meet you and I hope you have a good hockey season—”

He scowls deeply, looking affronted. “A good hockey season? What the hell?”

He can’t believe I’m cutting him loose.

I pivot and bolt for the door.

“Wait a minute,” he calls from behind me, his tone urgent as he flounders around for his jacket on the floor. “I don’t even know your last name.”

I exit the bathroom and fight my way through the crowd, jostling past people, some of them the same girls who gave me hateful looks. I do a double take when I see one of the wingers—his brother, I think—because they look incredibly similar. He gives me a surprised look then glances past me, and I assume he sees Zack following me. Go faster, Sugar. I practically mow people down as I dash down the stairs and plow through the dance floor. Finally, I push through the exit, the biting cold air on my still tingling skin, fresh from his hands on my body.

I run through the parking lot like a madwoman, feeling one part crazy for leaving him and another part terrified he’ll come after me and change my mind.

He has a girl of the month, for God’s sake!

The metal clang of the door opening and closing reaches my ears as I slide into my beat-up Toyota Tundra.

I tear out of the parking lot and head for campus. One glance in my rearview mirror shows him standing in the parking lot, a Viking in the snow.

Taller than a Georgia pine, I hear my mama say, and even though I’m freaking out because shit, I just had sex with Zack Morgan in a bathroom at a frat house, an anxious giggle slips through my lips.