Page 122 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

“You already have a killer move.”

As if she has to show it, she threatens to kick me in the balls. I grab her leg and twist it. She trips over herself and falls to the ground. I come down on top of her and hold her down. There are still two guys watching, so I flick them off as I kiss Sky’s cheek.

“I just know to expect it.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to hurt your second-best feature anyway,” she grumbles.

“What’s the first best?”

“Teach me something, and I’ll tell you,” she barters. “Or you’ll never know.”

I end up showing her a simple combination and some footwork. She likes it but likes hitting the bags even more. She beats them into submission, and I see a starry look in her eyes. She bounces a little, not caring about the tape around her fingers and wrists, not caring that she’s a sweaty mess.

“Those frat boys better watch out,” she giggles, then turns and kisses me happily.

I gently untangle myself. “You owe me an answer.”

“I like your brain, Ash,” she murmurs before kissing me again. “And the pretty head that holds it.”

I beam and devour her before pulling back and shaking my head. “The gym isn’t for making out.”

“Oh? So, then we should go back to my place. Since Chase is on a date and Dad is working overnight tonight?”

I groan and nod. “I have to shower, and you should, too.”

Once we get through that, it’s a race to her house. As soon as we get in the door, she hops around my waist and claims my mouth like she needs. She wraps her arms around my neck and moans as she kisses me hungrily.

Luckily, I’ve memorized the layout of her house from this specific excellent trait of hers. We get upstairs, and I work hard to make her come twice with my fingers and my mouth before I fuck her hard and deep like she loves. She nearly falls off the bed, making us both laugh.

I pull her back onto the bed and grab the headboard so it stops slamming against the wall as I fuck her. She giggles. “Maybe I liked that extra noise.”

“I like hearing you,” I argue, bending to kiss her hungrily.

That settles things until we finish together, and I flop down next to her. She pants, then rolls against my side, rubbing my chest and down my happy trail, stopping just above my cock. She kisses my chest softly, eyes on me.

I know what that means, considering how hesitant she’s been to do it lately and how gently she does it every time, like she’s trying not to get caught. She loves me. She’s just not ready to believe it or say it.

Rubbing my fingers over the back of her head and down her neck, I kiss her forehead. “You’re the first girl I’ve been able to laugh with while in bed.”

“That’s because you’re not that funny when you’re hard,” she teases.

I nip her fingers when she touches my lips, making her gasp. I kiss her fingers better and pull her tight. “I like it, Sky. I like knowing that one silly thing won’t end our fun because we can laugh and move on. I like being with you like this.”

She bites her bottom lip, then kisses me quickly. We clean up and sit together in our clothes. Sky takes care of her tarantula, then looks around, grumbling about Bonnie misplacing things and turns to me.

“How much do you love me?”

“I hate that question so fucking much.” I glare at her suspiciously. “Why?”

“Can you hold him for two seconds? I just have to do a quick clean and he’s so well behaved, and I trust you, so he’ll trust you.”

“Not how trust works,” I argue.

She pouts, that fucking devastating, puppy pout that gets to me even now. I close my eyes and stick my hands out. She nudges the hairy thing into my hands, and I watch him, not trusting a damn thing he does.

I manage not to shake … or throw him, but the second he starts going for my arm, I feel the panic. “Sky. Sky, hurry up. He’s on the move. He’s doing shit!”

“He’s alive, he moves. It’s a thing, Ash. Give me another minute.” She insists. “You’re doing really well. It’s sexy and makes me like you even more.”

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