Page 15 of The Study Session

“What are you doing here?” I ask, not able to control the smile growing on my lips. Even after everything, I told her I was doing this, and she came here. I know that she still cares about me.

“I didn't know what was happening. I thought maybe you might need bail money,” she says, shrugging and looking up at me with an almost apologetic look in her eyes. “Did you really tell them the truth?”

“I did. This is my way of severing ties with my past once and for all,” I say, nodding and walking toward the front door with her beside me. The fresh air kisses my skin, and I've never been more thankful for it. It feels like a fresh start for me, one I've been yearning for my whole life.

“You're doing the right thing. But I guess it's scary that you have to worry about them coming after you,” Corinne says, shaking her head and looking around nervously.

“I don't care about that. You and our life together are the only things I care about now.” She looks up at me with a surprised grin and an excited glint in her eyes as the sun shines through them. “I've never been happier than I am with you. Corinne, I love you more than anything in the world. I would do anything to make you happy.”

She stares at me in shock for a moment, then a giddy look crosses her face as she smiles wildly at me. “You don't know how much it means to hear you say that. I love you, Jax.”

I lean down and wrap my arms around her, holding her close as I press my lips firmly against hers. For the first time in my life,there's hope in the future. Not the abstract, vague meaning of the word, but something tangible that I can hold on to.

None of this would have happened without her. For that, I'll be forever grateful.

EPILOGUE

Three months ago, the only contact I thought I would have had with Jax Fuller was our study sessions. If you had told me then that I'd be anxiously waiting by the computer next to him, my hand swallowed by his, constantly refreshing a page for his grades, I wouldn't believe you. It would seem uncharacteristic of both of us to say the least.

The past few months have been hectic. Jax was busy with football season, and with that, I had to do a lot of band practice. We spent every spare moment we could studying, and every moment between them exploring each other's bodies. On top of everything, there were the arrests of Adrian and his friends in the center.

Now, though, they're all awaiting trials for their crimes and no longer breathing down Jax's back and trying to break us up. Jax and I are stronger than ever, our football team has demolished everybody this semester, and I'm confident Jax aced all of his exams. Life couldn't be better.

“It's in!” I shout, shaking with excitement. Jax and I have been studying relentlessly over the past few weeks. Because he was so new, professors ended up being a little lenient with him and letting him skip the midterm exams. However, they couldn'tdo that with the finals. I busted my butt to make sure he would pass his courses.

“Oh my God,” Jax says, looking at the row of A's and B's on the website. Both of us jump up and down together excitedly, knowing this means he is solidified here at school, proving that he's willing to work hard to carve a place for himself. “I couldn't have done this without you. Thank you so much for your help, babe.”

“Trust me, it was my pleasure,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck excitedly and planting a kiss on his lips.

He pushes the computer aside and sets me down on my desk, opening his mouth swiftly and letting his tongue slide against mine. “Since I passed, does that mean I get the present you promised me?”

Even though Jax and I have spent a lot of time together romantically and sexually, the innuendo still makes me blush. It's something I fear I will never get used to.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, playing coy as I walk away from him. He grabs my wrist to pull me back, and I yank it away. “Get away from me!”

A flicker of excitement lights in his eyes, and I know this is exactly what he wants. It's something I was hesitant to try at first, not entirely sure I was comfortable pretending I didn't want to sleep with him. But the idea grew on me, and I figured now is as good a time as any to give it a real try.

“Where do you think you're going?” Jax asks, pulling me close to him while I struggle against him. He plants a kiss on my lips while I try to push him away. He holds me closer, constricting his arms tight around me to hold me in place. Something about it is oddly comforting, like having a weighted blanket surrounding me.

“Let me go, or I'll scream,” I say, fighting against him as I finally free myself and run to the door.

“Oh, I want to make you scream,” Jax says, grabbing me and lifting me before tossing me back on the bed.

My breath escapes my throat, and I try to catch it as he pounces on me, immediately letting his hands fall between my legs, caressing the outside of my panties. I'm already wet, and he can feel that, which only makes his smile grow more devious.

“Look at how wet you are for me,” Jax says, sitting up right as I immediately try to get out from under him. He rips my panties off and tosses them aside, licking his lips as he stares down at me.

“Please stop,” I say, trying to hold my legs together to keep him from seeing my pussy splayed out before him.

His finger slides inside me, and it takes everything I have not to immediately melt into the mattress and give up on his fantasy. It feels good, and the pleasure starts mounting between my legs. I moan from the sensations, and that causes him to raise an eyebrow, shaking his head slightly.

“Something tells me you don't really want me to stop,” Jax says, his voice a low whisper. “I think you want me to fuck that little pussy of yours.”

“Please,” I say, intentionally ambiguous. Of course, I want his cock more than anything right now. But his fantasy demands otherwise.

He holds my thigh with one hand, keeping me firm in place as he frees his cock with his other hand. It's already rock hard with precum dripping from the tip. I stare at it, feeling a very familiar stir in my chest.

“I think I want your pretty mouth to taste it first,” Jax says, climbing up my body and holding me in place with his weight as he brings his cock to my mouth and holds my mouth open for me. I try to fight against him and keep my mouth closed, but eventually, I give in. She stuffs his cock in my mouth, moaning as my tongue slides along his shaft. “Just like that.”

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