Page 113 of Bump and Run

Her hands move down and grip my ass, pulling my hips closer to her begging body. I give her a thrust and she moans into my mouth.

Every time with her is like the first time, full of amazing sensations that I never thought possible, ones that I’ll never feel again after the moment has passed but that just makes them all the more intense.

I fuck her faster, gripping the sheets beneath us as her hips meet every move. She kisses me back, locked in the moment unlike before. I feel her body tense, just a few deep grinds away from climax and I race her to the finish line, bucking and moaning with her.

She grabs my hand and I entwine our fingers together, squeezing her hard as everything breaks apart inside of us. I tremble against her with closed eyes, wishing I could fill her the way I really want to—

“Junior?”

I open my eyes and she smiles. “What?”

“I said, are you okay?” she chuckles.

I shake it off. “Yeah.”

She pulls me closer and rests my head on her breast. I listen to her heart pounding away inside of her, feeling her lungs expand with each heaving breath she takes.

Eliza Pierce.

Nothing could ever come between this.

“It’s over,” she says.

I kiss her warm skin. “I don’t accept that,” I say, instantly recalling the response from habit.

“I don’t care what you accept…” Her breath quivers through her as I descend her body but she never breaks character. “It’s over, we’re done. I can’t do this anymore.”

“You’ve sung this song before, Nora.” I nibble her hip. “What makes this different than—”

“Junior…”

I look up and see a little black in those blue eyes. “What?”

Eliza takes a breath, chewing on her lip to keep her tongue in check. “Nothing,” she finally says, gently shaking her head. “I should get going.”

She moves away, throwing her feet off the bed while I stay in place.

“Wait, what?” I ask.

“Sorry…” She reaches for her sweater on the floor. “I’m still a bit distracted.”

“You just got here…”

“Three hours ago,” she chuckles.

“Ellie, what’s up?”

She stands up and turns to me, flashing a smile as she pulls her skirt up over her hips. “I’m just tired, Junior,” she says. “Really. I’m fine. I probably just need to take an aspirin, lay down, and pass out for the night.”

“Okay,” I nod. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do. I’ll come running.”

Her lips curl into a quick smile, one that I easily could have missed if I blinked. “I will. Thanks.”

I stand up to block her path to the door. “I want to see you tomorrow. Before the game.”

She nods. “Sure.”

“The study room? Four o’clock.”

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