Page 76 of Pinkie Promise

Once she’s only about ten feet away from me I can’t keep still any longer. I rush her and grab her by her waist, loving the way that she squeals excitedly when I lift her up and compress heragainst my chest. Then I grab the back of her head and hold her in place so that I can crash my mouth down to hers.

She makes a sweet surprised sound that melts into a moan as I walk us carefully to my truck, my mouth never leaving hers.

We’ve had over three weeks of keeping our distance, and I have every intention of making up for lost time.

When her back hits the passenger door and she lets out a little gasp I slip my tongue inside her mouth and start stroking her deep and slow.

She wriggles against my lap, making me pull away and smirk down at her. She hastily reaches up to reaffix her earmuffs and I press into her slightly harder.

Her eyes widen and black out.

“Fallon,” I rumble, setting her down onto her feet.

“Hi,” she breathes back to me. “Happy New Year.”

I grin and click the handle on the door behind her, helping her clamber up the step so that she can get herself onto the seat. I also get a real nice view of her bent-over ass in those leggings, the kind of view that has me readjusting my dick through my jeans as I head over to the driver’s side, ready to take her on our date.

Once I’m inside the car and both of our doors are locked shut I immediately get my hands on her hips and drag her over the stick-shift onto my lap.

“Happy New Year, baby,” I murmur, before leaning down to kiss her again.

She moans into my mouth as she begins pulling at her scarf and the zipper on her jacket. I lean back so that I can see what she’s got underneath it and she shows me her fitted thermal shirt, her chest rising and falling quickly beneath it.

“I finished my application,” she says, her eyes wide as she looks up at me. Something about her expression is so hesitant,so hopeful, that it makes me wonder if I’m the first person she’s told this to out loud.

Which is why I squeeze my hands around her little waist and say, “I’m so proud of you, baby.”

Her lashes flutter sleepily and she lets out a small sigh of relief, resting her forehead against my chest as if she can finally breathe.

I bite back a smirk.

My girl likes to be praised.

And I am more than willing to provide that service.

“Wanna know where we’re going?” I ask her as I roam my palms down over her behind. I already told her last semester that I wanted to take her to the rink but I thought that I’d bring it up again in case she’d forgotten.

“’Kay,” she says, pulling back so that she can look up at me.

I reach one arm behind me to where all my shit is in the back, and when I find what I’m looking for I get a grip around the box and hold it up next to her.

Her gaze immediately flashes to the gift-wrapped box in my hand and her beautiful eyes get even brighter.

“Is that… a Christmas present?” she asks, her fingertips twitching against my abs in hopeful anticipation.

“Yeah, seeing as you had me doin’ time during the break and wouldn’t let me see you, I had to save ’em until now,” I say with a grin. Then I reach back and grab a second box, making her squeal before she kisses me.

I laugh and kiss her back, my day already made.

“I hope you like them,” I murmur, massaging her ass a little harder. “The first gift is plain selfish, but the other one is so that we can start doing certain stuff together. Stuff that I can open up your world to, so that you can have a clearer understanding of mine.”

“I love them already,” she mumbles, making me chuckle as we break the kiss.

She peeks up at me, curious, and I jerk my chin at her. “Open ’em, baby.”

She waits a grand total of three seconds before grabbing the first box from my hand and resting it between us on my lap. She rips straight through the paper and feels around for the lip of the lid. Once she gets her fingers underneath it she pushes the lid back and a small happy noise leaves her chest.

She presses her hands against her cheeks but I pull them away so that I can see her dimples.

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