The Perfect First (Fulton U, #1)(86)

In one smooth, solid thrust, he embedded himself in me, stretching me to my limit and stealing my breath away. Reece hissed as I tightened my legs around him and ground myself in small circles.

I looped my arms around his neck, holding on and frantic for the sweet taste of him and the orgasm I teetered on the edge of. The shelves clanked and rattled behind me.

He squeezed and massaged my ass, never letting our bodies apart for more than a second. Sweat beaded on my skin. Dipping his knees, his thrusts changed direction and he rubbed the spot inside of me that lit me up like a New Year’s Eve fireworks display. I bit down on his shoulder. My mouth filled with the salty taste of his skin. My muffled yelp was buried in his shoulder and he kept slamming me down onto his thick cock. He pressed his face against my neck and groaned. He expanded inside me, triggering another wave of pleasure that sent my eyes rolling back in my head.

Panting, he lowered us both to the floor. Our coats made up a makeshift nest for our recovery. He draped my coat over me and laid me down on his chest.

“I don’t think I figured out which new addition that was to my list.” I ran my finger over his chest.

He chuckled, his body vibrating under me. “I’ll have to keep trying until you figure it out then.”

I lifted my head. His breathing slowed and he lay back with his eyes closed and eyelashes reaching for the ceiling. I traced my fingertips over his cheeks and eyelids.

He propped his hand behind his head and stared down at me. “I’ve got something for you.”

“The slideshow?”

He shook his head at the hopefulness oozing out of my voice. “Just wait until you have to sit through it next Christmas. Then you’ll be sorry.”

Next Christmas. I couldn’t wait. He shifted me to one side and reached under him. “I needed to return this to you.” The long silver chain and pendant swayed back and forth as it dangled from his hand.

My throat tightened and my eyes filled. Blinking them away, I sat up. He draped it around my neck, closing the clasp and kissing the back of my shoulder. “It was always yours and it’s always been true, but I wanted you to have this.” I glanced over my shoulder and kissed him. Sinking deep into that kiss, I was ready for round two.

There was a faint ding. We both broke apart and stared at each other.

“Was that—” The rumbling rattle of the old door creaking open confirmed my worst fear. We scrambled to get our clothes back on, the muted thud of footsteps getting closer every second.

With my pants buttoned, I shoved my arms into my coat, and Reece grabbed the condom wrapper on the floor, shoving it into his pocket. Holding hands, we walked down the side aisle toward the elevator and nearly ran into the only other guy on the whole campus who thought now was the best time to go to the library.

He jumped and nearly spilled his coffee. I laughed, burying my head in Reece’s shoulder, and we ran for the elevator. I could feel the guy’s eyes on us as we speed walked to get out of there. Once inside, he looked over at me.

“You know your coat’s on inside out, right?”

I glanced down at the lining of my coat, which was, indeed, currently on the outside. Shoving at his shoulder, I shrugged it off and flipped it right side out. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was just happy he didn’t see your underwear sticking out of my pocket.” He tugged at the bright blue edge of the lace poking out of his jeans.

Someone had set a flamethrower to my cheeks. Reece kissed the side of my head. “Let’s go, Wild Child. We’ve got some celebrating to do.”





Epilogue





REECE





I sat on the bench with my elbows resting on my legs. There couldn’t have been a more perfect first season in the pros. The stadium vibrated around us. The stands were a living organism fed by the yardage gained on the field, a sea of green and gold. Sweat dripped off the tip of my nose. Scanning the crowd, I spotted them. No one wanted the sky box tickets; they wanted to be right in the action.

Seph was easy to spot in her red coat, a bold move in a crowd all clad in green. She had her hair up in a crown of braids I couldn’t wait to take down later. Unraveling them and letting her smooth, caramel strands run through my fingers was a post-game ritual I never wanted to go without.

Mom and Dad sat beside her, their arms wrapped around each other. After a long talk with my dad, we’d finally started to mend the rift that had been there since I picked up a football. I was lucky they weren’t making out. They’d come to every home game this season.

Blinking back the moisture in my eyes, I waved to them.

A sharp call, loud even over the frenzy of the crowd, drew my attention. With his hands cupped around his mouth, Nix shouted down to me, his voice carrying despite the uproar. “It took you three games to make your first touchdown. I’m so disappointed.” His wide grin showed he was anything but.

“Why don’t you get your ass down here then?”

He shrugged and threw back, “I’ll leave that to the professionals.”

“Excuses.”

The game ended with another win for us. If we kept this momentum going, it could be a banner season with hockey and football each securing a championship for Philly. I darted in and out of the locker room as quickly as I could, no press conference for me. If I never had to do one again, it would be too soon.