Page 70 of Hale
I wake when someone pulls my textbook off my face. After not only getting kicked off the team but also getting fired, I came back to my dorm room to at least study for my finals. I may be slacking off in other areas, but I’ll be damned if I fail my exams. But apparently I’m not too worried about studying because I passed the fuck out.
“Shouldn’t you be on the field kissing Coach’s ass?” I grumble to Nick, squinting against the light.
“I’d rather be kissing you.”
Rylie.
She’s standing in my room looking fucking perfect.
“Come here, heathen,” I demand as I sit up.
She launches herself into my arms and her lips fuse to mine. I grab her ass, pulling her to straddle me. When she’s right where I want her, I break our kiss to look at her. Her plump lips are wet and swollen from our needy kiss. Wide brown eyes dart back and forth as she assesses me. Her brows are scrunched together in concern.
“You came to see me,” I murmur, my chest thumping with happiness.
She smiles and runs her fingers through my hair. “You had a bad day. How could I not come see you?”
We kiss again. I’ve missed her hot tongue in my mouth and the way her body melds perfectly to mine.
“I missed you so much,” I tell her, my voice cracking.
She swallows and her eyes grow teary. “I missed you too.”
“How did you get here?”
“Aunt Becky let me borrow her car.”
I frown in confusion. “To come see me? I’m surprised she’d allow that. We both know she’s onto us, baby.”
Her grin is wicked. “I told her I wanted to go floating down the river with Travis and some friends.”
A spike of jealousy at hearing his name is quickly doused because that means she’s mine all weekend. “Thank you.”
Our lips press together and my palms roam all over her, desperate to touch everything I’ve been craving since Monday morning.
“Nobody but Nick and the team knows you’re my sister. As long as we go somewhere away from campus, we don’t have to hide,” I tell her, grinning.
“I like hiding with you.” Her eyes twinkle with happiness.
I glance over at the clock. Nick won’t be back for at least two more hours. Plenty of time. Gripping the bottom of her dress, I slide it up her thighs and past her hips. She raises her arms over her head to assist me. Once her dress is gone and I have a perfect view of her perky tits in her black bra, I’m in heaven. Fuck, how I’ve missed her.
Leaning forward, I nip at her tit through her lacy bra. She whimpers but then frantically starts yanking at my shirt.
“Take your bra off and show me your pretty tits, Rylie,” I instruct.
She reaches behind her, her hooded eyes boring into me, and undoes her bra. It hits the floor. Her nipples are hard and peaked, eager to be sucked on. I grab a handful of her breast and run the tip of my tongue in circles around her nipple. Then, I suck the small bud into my mouth. I pop off of her and then look up at her.
“I can’t take being away from you,” she whispers. “Tell me you feel the same. Tell me I’m not crazy.”
I lean closer and gently bite her now red nipple. “I go fucking crazy without you too.”
She lets out a relieved sigh. “Another week and then we can spend every moment together.”
I slip my fingers between us and rub her clit over her panties. “Every moment,” I vow, my voice low and desperate. “I’m going to find us a place together. Everything is going to work. It has to.”
“It will,” she agrees. “As long as we’re together, it’ll work.”
She lets out a moan when I pick up my pace rubbing her. Her hips rock back and forth, eager for my touch. I love how wet her panties are. She’s just as needy for me as I am her.
