Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(117)

My back arches, filling her deeper as we both orgasm at the same time. She pulses around me, milking me of every drop of cum I have until our bodies collapse onto the bed, chest on sweaty chest.

One of my arms hooks around her waist as my other lifts to stroke her hair. We’re quiet for a long time as we catch our breaths, staying like that until I soften inside her and have to pull out.

After taking care of the condom, I crawl back into the bed, tugging her into my side. Kissing the side of her head, I ask, “Are you okay?”

She looks up at me, a light in her eyes that I don’t think I’ve really seen more than a few times since meeting her back in September. “I’m more than okay. That was…”

Half my lips pull up. “I know, Blondie. I don’t think I have any words for that either.”

Kissing her softly, I explore her mouth until a content sigh loosens from her.

“Real glad we both wound up here,” I tell her, pulling her closer into me. My cheek rests against the top of her head as I pull her comforter over top of both of us.

A few minutes later, I hear her stomach start to rumble. I laugh, squeezing her to me before asking, “Want to go to Reavers for some pizza?”

I feel her body shake with quiet laughter as she murmurs, “Sorry for ruining the moment.”

Swatting her ass, I sit up. “As far as I’m concerned, I’m helping fuel you up for round two. We’re both going to need our energy for the rest of the night.”

Skylar gapes. “The rest of the night?”

I nip at her bottom lip before passing her, her clothes. “We’re just getting started. There’s at least three other positions I want to teach you tonight.”

She swallows.

I grin.

And I make good on my word.





EPILOGUE





SKYLAR





I share a side hug with Caroline as Danny walks across the stage and waves at his teammates dressed in the same red gown as him who are hooting loudly. They’ve done it for every football player who’s walked so far, and even though Danny insists he’s not a Dragon since walking away after his injury, his friends don’t count him out during his moment to shine.

Secretly, I think he’s relieved.

After disciplinary actions were taken against Ricky Wallace that officially pulled him from the team, their season ended. While most of the guys took it well, there were some who called Danny out for what he’d done to get Wallace kicked off of the Dragons. They blamed him for their early season.

But his closest friends stuck by his side, and after a few months Wallace ended up getting into serious trouble that nobody really knows the details of and was expelled from Lindon. That had people singing a whole different tune about cutting ties with him before that point.

“He did it,” Meadow says from my right, wrapping one of her arms around mine. “Seems like just yesterday he was telling us he was going to drop out of elementary school to join the circus.”

Caroline laughs. “Those were the days.”

Now that Danny has his degree in marketing, he’s spending the summer doing an internship with my father and using it as credit for an independent study toward his master’s in business. He’d been excited when Dad offered him the opportunity during one of our many FaceTime calls. When my father asked Danny what came next for him, grad school had been his second response to the inquiry. His first response had been, “Skylar.”

Caroline tightens her arm around my waist and lets out a long sigh. “My baby is growing up. I can’t believe I’m here right now. Soon enough, he’ll have his own babies.”

I sputter on air. “Um…”

Meadow laughs. “Stop trying to scare the girl, Carrie. Let them live their lives before you curse them with that responsibility.”

I blame Danny for even making it seem like children is in our near future. When we were at Ocean Fest back in March, he’d offered to hold an eight-month-old while her mother was getting books signed, and our pictures were taken by a lot of people who kept asking us if the baby was ours. Ever since, he’s been convinced it was a sign. But something tells me he’d think differently if the baby hadn’t been sleeping peacefully the entire time.

Did that stop me from saving a few photos of him cradling the little girl to my phone? No. I still sneak peeks at them every so often because seeing the way Danny looked down at her bundled up made me picture something similar for us in the very, very distant future.

“He always did want a big family,” his mother says as we watch Danny hug a few people in line next to him and clap a couple of other people’s hands as the next row of students make their way to the stage.

I know that same tidbit about her son after a long talk about contraceptive in the hotel room after the book signing. We were tired from the amount of walking we’d done all day, and giddy from the people we got to meet, so we laid down in bed and talked about everything.

Us.

School.

The future.

Our future.

We made a pact.

To be patient.

To get through school together.

And to never give up on each other. No matter the disagreements. No matter the arguments. We both know nothing about dating is easy. It’s about getting through it.