Fallen Crest University (Fallen Crest High #5)(39)

“Sam,” I lifted her chin so that she was looking right into my eyes, “don’t go running at night by yourself.”

“I didn’t. That’s why Summer went with me.”

“But if she can’t go with you, don’t go. I mean it. Or call me. I’ll let you into the gym, too. I have keys. All the football guys do. We have twenty-four-seven access in there for training.”

“You do?”

I nodded, but she was right. She needed a place to run. I should’ve scoped that out for her already.

“Mason?”

“Hmm?”

She snaked a hand to the back of my hair and tugged me to her. “Will you please f*cking kiss me?”

That was all I needed. Taking hold of the back of her neck, I leaned forward, taking her lips in mine. Fuck the dorm. I started to turn to roll her underneath me when she hit my shoulder and leaned back.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were dilated in shock. “Here?”

She was mine.

“What?” A low growl was fighting to be released. I wanted her. I wanted to take what was mine—

Damn it. Basement, basement.

We were in the motherf*cking dorm basement. She had classmates, and a resident advisor.

That growl erupted, and I realized there could even be cameras. Checking the room, I didn’t see any lights blinking, but I couldn’t assume there weren’t any.

Still…

My hand loosened on her neck and rubbed over her skin, caressing. I teased, “I could push a couch up against the door. No one would be able to come in.”

“If you want to do that, let’s go home.”

She sank back on top of me. Her hands ran underneath my shirt and slipped up, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of her. They were on me, no one else. I had no reason to be jealous or insecure, but damn, I loved knowing she loved me. I loved that I could run my hand down her arm, and she’d gasp from the sensation, like she did just now. I loved that I could linger right above her shorts with my fingers rubbing the skin underneath her shirt, like she was touching me, and her body would begin to tremble, like she was doing now. I loved that, as I laid her down on the cushions and rose above her, blocking her from any views there could be, my fingers could dip inside her shorts and hover over her opening, and she would arch her back up. She would come alive.

She closed her eyes, but she was watching me now. Her eyelids were heavy with desire. I grinned. My body was wound tighter than a nun at a Magic Mike show. It wanted release, and it wanted that in her. I fought against it. I pressed a kiss under her jaw, and feeling her silent intake of breath, I nipped at her collarbone. Feeling another shiver go through her, I exposed her stomach before dropping one last kiss under her belly button. I could live off making her shudder in my arms. That was my job—to make her happy, to make her climax, and to make her experience what so many could never imagine.

I closed my eyes and forced myself to stop. I wanted to keep going again but rested my forehead against her stomach, instead.

She could feel the fight in me and relaxed in my hands. Her hand swept through my hair, running down my neck. Her nails scraped the back of my head, and I grinned. It was my soft spot. That little touch could hold me in place for hours. She had that power, that knowledge over me.

I lifted my head, and the exhaustion from the entire day finally seeped into my bones. I could lay there, on top of her, and sleep until morning. I frowned, trying to remember why that was a bad idea, as her nails kept running up and down my neck.

I sank down on her. She welcomed me, adjusting her body so that she could comfortably hold me. I slipped to the side, my leg and arm over her. My head moved to the crook of her neck and shoulder. She kept scraping over my neck…until I fell asleep.

“Psst. Psst.”

Some chick was bent over me, her finger to her mouth, with her knees together. Her hand dropped to twist with her other one, and she gritted her teeth. “Uh…”

I jumped up, landing on my feet right in front of her. It was Sam’s roommate. I was not prepared to deal with this chick, especially after she woke us up.

“Holy shit,” she squealed, startled by my sudden movement. She scooted back but remained in the room.

I scowled at her. “Get out.”

“Uh…”

A snore sounded from behind me. Sam was curled on the couch, her knees pulled up to her chest. She was almost falling off, and I took a moment to stare at her. How she slept like that, I’d never know, but the girl could fall asleep whenever and wherever.

Wherever…

The couches weren’t familiar.

I scanned the room and remembered we were in her dorm’s basement. “Fuck!”

“What? Huh?” Sam flew alive, jerking upright on the couch. Her hand raked through her hair. She blinked at me and blinked at the chick, and her hand dropped to land with a thud against her side. “Summer?”

“Yeah. Hi.” She moved closer a few steps, glancing nervously at me. “Uh, I got woken up this morning. Ruby came down to grab more coffee from the kitchen. She saw you guys and told me that maybe I should check on you. Here I am.” She gestured between all of us, back to herself, and around to Sam and me again in a wild flying motion. “Checking on you. My job is done.” She began edging to the door, backward, her gaze skirting to me and jerking back to Sam. Right before her back hit the door, she paused, and her hands did another abrupt movement. She looked like she was doing a cheer that was failing miserably. “So…okay. Anyway, in case you needed to be somewhere…”