Boyfriend Bargain (Hawthorne University #1)(40)

“Garage. Too many people in the house.”

She stops. “Wait, my shoes are getting stuck.”

I whip around, hands shaking more than they should be—shaking with need, with if I don’t fuck her now, I’m going to get blue balls and die—and I help her out of the shoes, cursing at them as I drop them in the grass.

Her breaths come just as quickly as mine.

I sweep her up in my arms, and she isn’t light, but I manage to carry her toward the small garage next to the house.

When I get to the door, I kick it open and step into the darkened room, thankful I didn’t lock it the last time I came out here.

It’s a dark building, but the moonlight shines in through the window, just enough to highlight where everything is. There’s lawn equipment and a wheelbarrow in the corner, and I brush past them and head for the large wooden table that runs the length of the back. Tools sit on top, and I shove it all off with one hand. They clatter to the cement floor as I set her down, easing her down my chest until she’s on the table, her breasts pressed against me. Her hands pluck at my shoulders, her lips reaching up to mine.

“Z, please.”

I maneuver between her legs and slide my hands in her hair and palm her scalp. “Right here with you.”

My tongue delves between her lips and there’s no going back. Sweeping inside her hotness, I taste and suck at her tongue. Our mouths cling to each other and she gives it back to me, responding with a soft moan as her arms curl around my neck.

“Stay away from Eric,” I say as I take a breath, push my forehead against hers, and stare down at her. She kissed his cheek, and fuck, the image is imprinted on my brain. It’s irrational to be jealous, and I know this, but she…shit…she belongs with me.

“He’s a friend,” she whispers before pulling my mouth back to hers.

I lean back and then suck on her neck, my lips and tongue vicious. I hope I leave a large goddamn hickey. “You want me.” My lips bite at her earlobe and she gasps, her nails tearing at my shirt.

“Just take your shirt off,” she snaps, and I smile as I grasp her chin. My tongue licks at her lips and pulls back.

“Kiss me, dammit,” she says.

“After you say I’m the one.”

She pauses, her tits heaving as she looks at me, hair wild from my hands.

“Say it.”

Her body shudders and she swallows, her throat working.

“Say it so I can fuck your pussy.”

She closes her eyes, lashes fluttering. “You…y-you….”

“I’m the one,” I insist.

She parts her lips and runs her tongue across her top teeth. “If you’re the one, prove it.”

I sweep down and kiss her again, fitting my lips over her perfect luscious mouth, tugging and biting. She’s divine, the smell of her, the flick of her tongue as it battles with mine.

“The coat…” she says, her hands going to the buttons. “Please. Take it off.”

I move quickly, undoing the ones I just fastened until I reach the one at the top. It doesn’t give, and fuck, my hands are fumbling like a kid. You’d think I’d never held a hockey stick in my life.

Her hand is on my pants and I hiss when she palms me through my jeans. She unzips them and slips her hand inside and brushes her fingers across my dick, and I yank on the last button, sending it flying off somewhere in the darkness.

I push the jacket off her shoulders and expose her dress, and there’s enough light coming in to see her creamy skin, the way her cleavage moves when she breathes…

Her eyes are low and heavy, and when her lush lips part—

My breath hitches. God, I’m falling so fast…

“There’s a tie that holds the dress up at my neck,” she breathes. “Can you undo it?”

“Soon.” I put my mouth on her tits through the material, my hands cupping them and bringing them to me. She cries out when I nibble through her dress, sucking hard on the outline of a nipple I can barely see.

She leans her head back, her legs wrapping around my hips to pull me closer.

My hands blunder around her neck, pulling on the knotted fabric until it loosens, but not before I hear a small tear in the material.

“This isn’t mine!” she cries.

“Shit. I’ll buy another one,” I manage to say, but I can’t say I’m sorry once I see her bared. I expose her dark purple lace bra and undo the front clasp, and her breasts spill out. Pink and hard, her nipples are erect, stark against her pale skin. I let out a shuddering breath, desire curling, intensifying. I’ve been dreaming about her like this since I had her against the wall.

The weight of her is perfect and full in my palm. I suck one into my mouth, flicking my tongue at the rosy pebble. My hand massages one as I attend to the other, giving it attention with my tongue and lips, switching it up, my instinct reading her body, gauging the little moans.

She cries out my name as I push her tits together and lick them both, sucking on them at the same time, my eyes looking up at her, letting her see that I’m a dirty fucking lover and I’m going to devour every single inch of her.

“Z,” she says, urging me on with little breaths.

Moving up her body, I kiss her neck, sucking hard. She gives it right back, her lips on my jawline, nipping and then kissing me sweetly.