Page 111 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

I expect her to demand answers, but she doesn’t. I nod. “Yeah. I flirted, pushed the girls to my friends, got so drunk I was throwing up in the bathroom, and Peter had to drive home.”

“Oh.”

“And nearly fought him to get to you when your mom was leaving. My mom talked some sense into me,” I snort. “She said anything I’d have to say to you while drunk would mean more sober.”

“It’s true.”

“And then I fucked it up while sober, so maybe I should have knocked on your door, had you walk me home and whisper all that in your ear,” I tease.

She plays with her fingers. “What are we doing?”

“I think you have to tell me. You ended things, Sky. I was pissed, hurt, embarrassed, but my feelings haven’t changed. I want you and just you. I need to be your boyfriend or nothing at all.”

“I want to be together,” she says, the only thing that’s left her lips without a trace of hesitation since she came into the locker room.

I kiss her again, nearly dragging her over the console to have her. Sky whimpers, and I realize the seatbelt is cutting into her neck. I glare at it. “We need to get somewhere to make up.”

Her stomach growls. “Taco Bell first?”

“You have an unhealthy obsession with shit tacos.”

“Leave their tacos alone!”

Just like that, we’re bickering and teasing each other again. We both stay gentle, pulling our punches, but I order for her without question and bring her to my room since my house looks a whole lot quieter than hers.

When we get to my room, we eat in silence, only the T.V. keeping us company. Of course, she only eats one of the two tacos she demanded. She starts tearing a napkin into little pieces, showing just how anxious she is. I take her hands, then pull her on top of me.

“Sky, what else do you want to get off your chest?” I ask.

The physical shit can wait. Her being in her head can’t. Her eyes stroke over me, then she pulls off her jacket. “I have layers.”

“I’ll listen to everything.”

“No. I mean … physical layers.” She rubs her fingers through my hair. “No more talking. Not right now. After.”

“After?”

“Bonnie said I had to use the big guns to get you back.” Sky trembles in my arms. “So, I did.”

“All I needed was you coming to me,” I assure her, kissing her to prove it.

Sky moans against my mouth and kisses me with her whole self, body rolling on mine, fingers stroking down the back of my neck and raising goosebumps. She renews the kiss, gently biting my bottom lip before licking over the same spot when I hiss.

Drawing back, she looks me over. “Are you too sore? Too many bruises?”

“You can play nurse tomorrow,” I growl, lifting her up.

She squirms before I can drop her in bed, so I sit down and lean back on my arms. Taking a slow breath, she wiggles out of her painted-on jeans. I reach for her, but she takes a step back. She’s blushing as red as the silky panties she has on.

Hesitating, she reaches for her tank top. “I wasn’t ready to show you when you almost went into my closet.”

“This is the thing!” I feel my cock actually twitch in excitement. She makes me so fucking hard, so easy. “You’re … testing my patience.”

“Good.” She slowly edges her shirt up, then off, revealing a lacy corset that pushes her tits up perfectly and turns her body from soft and welcoming to absolutely fucking sinful. But she wraps her arms around herself. “I haven’t … haven’t worn something like this ever.”

“You should.” I hook my arm behind her legs and pull her against me. She straddles my lap but doesn’t sit on me like normal. I rub my hands down her back to her ass, feeling skin and groan, pressing my face to her tits. “You should always wear this.”

“It’s not silly?”

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