Page 54 of Keep Me Still
She growls a ferocious little sound from her chest, probably the sexiest sound I’ll ever hear, and pulls herself up onto me. “But I was planning to come tomorrow,” she pouts, thrusting out her swollen lower lip and looking down at me like she’s an expert in seduction. Maybe she is. Maybe some people are just born with these abilities, and they don’t come from experience.
“Oh, you will come tomorrow. And the next day, and the next day.” Sitting up, I pull her to me and kiss her until my head swims from lack of oxygen.
“Landen,” she says softly, pulling back and using a finger to trace the round bruise forming on my chest from our accident.
“It’s okay. My arm hurts worse than that, to be honest.” Thank God they put a bandage over the stitches, or I would’ve probably already pulled those fuckers out by now.
“Will you really be okay for tomorrow?” The concern filling her eyes sends my heart thudding against my chest.
“I will be…if you don’t kill me, that is.”
Concern turns to something darker and more dangerous as she slides herself over my erection. Condom, we havegotto use a condom. But as she brushes her slick, folded flesh up the length of me, I don’t care if she wants to get pregnant, get married, move to the ass end of Georgia, and do this every day for the rest of life. Whatever she wants, I will give it to her.
Forever if she’ll let me.
“Ishould get going so you can get some rest,” I tell her as the sun beats in through the window.
She grunts her disapproval, too weak from what we’ve been doing to each other to formulate words, so I don’t make a move to leave. But we both have class in a few hours, and I have practice at noon, followed by a team meal before the scrimmage. I know Dean and the others are going to the Intro class, but she and I both have classes right after, so it’s not like we can sleep in much.
Though I would if she wanted to. Knowing her, she won’t want to miss class, even for this. I lean over, grab my phone from my jeans, and set an alarm. Her grip tightens on my chest. “Relax, I’m staying.”
“I know you are,” she murmurs.
I chuckle, kissing her on top of her head. Fuck, this girl makes mechuckle. Skylar is going to give me so much hell. “Just need to set an alarm, babe.”
And I should sleep, I really fucking should. But I can’t stop staring at her. Running my hands through her silky hair and down her smooth back as she drifts to sleep in my arms. Because she’s mine now. So utterly and completely mine. Even though I’m an undeserving bastard.
I’ve parted her, broken her, filled her, and stared into her eyes as she came. Surges of pleasure and possessiveness have me hot and tense, so I push the covers away and let the image of her naked body burn itself into my retinas until I pass out.
“Danggirl, did you guys getanysleep?” Corin asks as I walk into our room after class.
“Mmm, a little.” This must be what it feels like to be a zombie.
“Well, you have the glow of someone who just got spectacularly laid, but the dark rings under your eyes say you could use a nap,” she informs me.
There’s nothing I can do to stop the grin that sneaks onto my face.
“Yeah, like I said, must’ve been good,” she says.
Part of me wants to rehash every detail just to remind myself it really happened. But I can’t even imagine speaking the words out loud to describe what Landen and I spent the night doing to each other. “It was,” is all I say.
She shakes her head and grins back at me. “I’m glad your first time was nice for you.”
“Me to. Itsowas.” As was my second and third time. I’m still all warm and tingly when I remember the position I put her in last night. “Oh God, Corin. I’m such a crap friend. I felt so horrible about sending you off alone with Skylar knowing…what I know.”
She rolls her eyes and gestures for me to sit next to her on the futon. I notice thatPitch Perfectis paused on the screen, and I laugh. She made so much fun of me for being obsessed with it, and now she’s addicted too.
Synchronized lady dancing to a Mariah Carey chart-topper is not lame!
“It was fine. We talked, and he was…understanding,” she tells me with a sly little smile that says there’s more to the story.
“Wait. Youtoldhim?”
“Yeah. I mean, he wasn’t like super excited about it, but like I said, we talked. We kind of bonded, I guess you could say.”
“Traumatic experiences will do that to you,” I mutter.
She shrugs. “Yeah, um, we didn’t bond quite like you and Landen obviously did.”
