Page 71 of The Sweet Spot

“I just…” She tilts her head back again and I take the opportunity to lift her sweater, revealing her pretty, pretty breasts. Leaning down, I take one into my mouth and swirl my tongue against her nipple.

“I…I…” She cries out, bouncing up and down on my lap so hard she shoves me right along into an orgasm of my own.

It happens so suddenly that I see colors behind my eyes. Wave after wave of hot, liquid pleasure thrums through my groin, leaving me sticky and satisfied. “Holy shit,” I groan against her skin, stilling her with my hands. “I haven’t done that since high school, either.”

Panting, she gazes down at me. Her pupils are dilated, giving her light eyes a dark, feral appearance. “Wow.”

“Wow.” I lower her sweater and kiss her before moving her gingerly from my lap. “I think I’m gonna go take a shower. You don’t mind, do you?”

She blushes hotly. “Go right ahead.”

“You wanna come?” I ask, winking on the double entendre. “Again?”

Laughing, she flops down onto the bed. “I better not.”

Nodding, I give her one last, smug smile and head toward the bathroom.

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When I emerge from the bathroom in a cloud of steam, Wren’s dressed and scrolling through her phone. She tosses it into her purse and rises from the couch. “Now do you want breakfast? Do you have anything in your fridge?”

“I should be cooking you breakfast.” Crossing the room, I slide my hands over her ass and pull her gently into me. “But I think I’d rather go out. It’s too nice out to stay inside, and anyway, you can show me your Santa Cruz.”

“My Santa Cruz? As opposed to yours?”

“Yeah, hometown girl. You’ve lived here your whole life.”

“Okay.” She slides her hands in her back pocket, eyes shining. “Let’s do it. We’ll have to stop by my dorm so I can get some clean clothes though.”

It really is a stunner of a day. The sun is bright, and fat, cheerful clouds drift lazily by a peaceful, blue sky. The temperature’s mellowed out a lot too; it can’t be less than 60 degrees. In the car, I put the music up and the windows down, listening as Wren shows me her Santa Cruz. There’s one of her mom’s favorite houses, a cozy craftsman bungalow. A couple of neighborhoods over we see Wren’s favorite—a pale, mint green Victorian with whimsical, multicolored turrets. Food trucks. Thrift shops. Friends’ neighborhoods. Places where she trick-or-treated as a kid. Her favorite beaches. Cafes with the best mochas. Bakeries with the best chocolate croissants.

“I’m sensing a theme here. You really do like chocolate,” I note, squeezing her thigh.

“It’s my favorite,” she affirms, her hair flying in the wind like streamers of joy, so we stop off for mochas and chocolate croissants.

The next stop is UCSC, where Wren takes a shower and changes while I sit at her desk and talk to Saira. We’ve just gotten done catching one another up on all things dull and academic when she leans forward, a sly look entering her dark eyes.

“How’s your boy, Kellan?”

I smirk, wondering how long she’s wanted to ask. Saira doesn’t strike me as anything but direct, so holding back must’ve taken some effort. “He’s great.Working on a major group project at the moment. Coastal environmental studies.”

She blinks, surprised. “Oh, that’s cool. He’s from around here, right?”

“Grew up in Aptos.” Clasping my hands behind my head, I lean back in Wren’s chair. “He’s considering leaving for grad school, but I doubt he’s going anywhere. He loves it too much here.”

“Huh.” Saira raises an eyebrow and turns to something on her bed, but not before I catch the interest on her face.

“I’ll let him know you were asking,” I tease, chuckling when she narrows her eyes at me.

Wren returns in distractingly short shorts and a t-shirt, toweling her wet hair. “Wanna come with us, Saira? We’re going to hike through campus, hit up all the hidden good spots.”

“No, you two go ahead. I’m meeting Skye for lunch in a bit.” Saira stretches as she rises. “Have fun, though! It was good seeing you, Luca.”

She leaves, and Wren smirks down at me as she weaves her hair expertly into a side braid. “I think she was hoping Kellan would come with you,” she whispers.

The shared tenor of our thoughts startles me a bit, but I go with it. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

We spend the next couple of hours exploring UCSC’s heavily forested campus as Wren shows me her favorite spots, some of which are my favorites, too. There are the Porter Caves and the Tree House—which has a swing—the Buddha Shrine and the Pogonip Koi Pond. Conversationebbs and flows and meanders as we stop to examine roots and mushrooms and places where the sun shines through the canopy overhead. I’ve always loved the idyllic, woodsy charm of this campus—the low-key appeal is undeniable.

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