Page 14 of Spring Fling

He drops his head into the crook of my neck, panting and locked in place, staying buried deep inside me.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy it is to corrupt my innocent girl,” he says raggedly. “I prefer you’re refined edges around other people, but with my, only with me,” he stresses. “You can say anything, baby. Be as dirty as you want. It’s hot as fuck.”

I can’t help giggling and he lifts his head, winking one sparking eye and smiling brightly.

“How am I going to survive the next two months without you in my bed every night?” he groans.

His words are like splashing me with ice water and all of my worries come rushing back to the surface. I wiggle to ty and get down, except he’s still semi-hard and it makes me whimper with need, causing him to harden again.

“I have to go, Logan,” I plead.

“Okay,” he agrees. I’m a little disappointed at how quickly he gave in and my lips turn down in a pout. He stays firmly inside me and steps away from the wall, then stalks to the bed, falling onto the mattress in a heap of tangled limbs. “Oh,” he mumbles, “I thought you meant got to the bed.”

Damn it. I giggle again but it quickly converts into a moan when he starts to move. Then he stiffens. “Shit, I forgot to use a fucking condom again.”

I shrug. “I’m sure it’s fine, it’s only been one day of unprotected sex. We’ll be more careful.”

He meets my eyes, his expression dubious and something else lurking that I don’t recognize. His face smoothes out after a moment and he grins, rotating his hips and making me gasp. “Maybe just one more time then.”

He makes love to me this time. Soft and slow, pouring out his love and binding me to him ever tighter.

How am I going to survive the next two months?

Graduation is a few days away and I feel as though I’m walking around holding my breath. I’ve spent as much time with Logan out of school as I can and my parents have started to grumble about it. Of course, they think I’m with Jess, who would be preferable to Logan if they knew about him, but since they don’t, they are still stuck on not wanting me spending too much time with her.

Despite the time spent after school, we can’t get enough of each other and we’ve ended up in a locked classroom or custodial closet a time or two. It’s incredibly stupid and risky, but when the cheerleaders or female teachers are drooling over him, I become consumed with the need to claim him. It’s possible I may have tempted him with a shorter hem and un-popping an extra button on my shirt. Perhaps uncrossing my legs when he glances at them to remind him what’s there.

There is a temptress somewhere inside me and she’s finally making herself known. And, even though those times result in days like today, where my ass is red and raw, making it almost too painful to sit, it’s completely worth the fucking. That’s right ... fucking.

For the last few days, he’s been on my case about starting to move me in with him. The problem is that I don’t know how to tell my parents. But, Logan is getting insanely impatient and I’m afraid one of these days he just going to show up and take me. I’ve been keeping a secret from him, knowing his possessiveness will only be that much worse when he finds out.

“Baby.” Logan’s voice drags me from my thoughts. “Can you grab the bottle of wine, please?”

I love my sexy caveman, but when he is sweet to me, and says things like “please,” I swoon just as hard. Add that to the fact that he is cooking me dinner and ... He is getting so lucky tonight. With his excellent instruction and my need to be the perfect student, I’ve become a master at blow jobs. I grin internally when I think about how hard I’m going to make him come later, as a thank you.

We sit down and I haven’t even taken a single bite before he starts in on the subject of moving again.

“Baby, I told you. Graduation night, you are in my bed and every fucking night after. It will be a lot easier for you if we go ahead and bring the majority of your things to our home.” He throws me a stern look.

It’s about fucking time you tell your parents too.”

I fight not to give in to the fear threatening to hang me, but I just can’t seem to find the courage to come clean with them.

“Um, I was thinking.” His whole face darkens, like he knows what I’m going to say and is monumentally pissed about it. “Maybe we should wait a while before we tell people. I could probably convince them to let me move into the dorms and then I can just stay with you instead?” It ends more like a timid question since my every word is clearly fueling his anger. “It’s for you to, Logan. I don’t want you to get a reputation for fooling around with students when it comes out that we are together.”

He takes deep breath, clearly struggling to stay calm. Then he scoots back his chair and tugs me from mine, into his lap. “First of all, I don’t see how I can gain that reputation if I’m married to the only student I’ve ever ‘fooled around with,’ as you put it.” His sarcasm skips right over me. I’m still stuck on what he said before that.

“Second, no fucking way in hell is your permanent address going to be anywhere but our house. I promised to give you until graduation, but if you don’t tell your parents about us by then, I’ll be on their doorstep that night and they will find out from me right before I haul your ass home.”

“Ma—mar—married?” My voice is high pitched and squeaky as I spit out the word. Holy cow. I’m shocked, but there is also hope filling me. I hadn’t dared to even wish, even though everything he’d said pointed to it, I didn’t want to assume and be disappointed if he never proposed.

He frowns at me again. “Of course, married. This is not negotiable, Abbi. I’ll be flexible on when we start our family, three years, tops, by the way. But, you will be my wide by the end of the summer.” There is no movement in his hard expression, broking no arguments. Not that I have any intention of arguing to the latter part. The former though ... well, that’s out of our control already.

“Are you going to ask me at least?” I query, acting a little miffed.

“Fuck no,” he growls. “Like I said, non-negotiable.

I pretend to consider for a moment, then give up and throw my arms around him. “I’ll say yes anyway!” I exclaim.

He grunts in smug approval and grips my hair, yanking my head back so he can devour my lips. This is mine, he is mine, forever. I want everyone to know it.

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