Page 10 of Spoil
I’ve been edging myself all day with this girl. Her shyness, vulnerability, her gasps, and her moans. Her wearing my undershirt that shows a delicious length of side boob I can just see out of the corner of my eye.
If she leaves, I’m going to spend an hour in the shower jacking off.
But, if she stays....
“Stay for dinner with me?”
The words are out before they’re fully formed in my brain. And I give myself a mental high-five for the idea.
We normally just get leftovers that the cafeteria boxes up for us, but I’ve got a better idea.
Her smile is slow, and my eyes trace her bottom lip.
She nods. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Let’s go before the cavalry gets here.” I nod as employees in groups of two and three head our way. This hot tub is about to get really crowded, and I’m not sharing Nell with anyone.
She stands, covering her chest with her arms, and lets me wrap a towel around her. I hold her hand as she steps out carefully, and I follow, rubbing myself briefly with the towel before shaking my hair off in her direction.
She squeals and smacks me again.
Whatever I have to do to keep her hands on me.
Hand in hand, we sneak back into my dorm, and I lend her a T-shirt and pajama bottoms of mine while I change into jeans and my favorite T-shirt. I doubted she’d want to get back into her sweaty snow clothes after the hot tub, and I was right. She rewarded me with a grateful smile when I offered her my clothes. They’re baggy on her, but seeing her in my clothes makes me positively possessive.
I know we’re on borrowed time, so I’m willing to pull out all the stops. I manage to wrangle my hair under a backwards cap and spray on some cologne before she’s out of the bathroom.
I love the way her eyes take me in.
“Want me to do a twirl?” I tease her, letting her know I caught her checking me out.
She grumbles something about a ‘backwards hat’ and I grin. We slide our shoes on and then sneak back down the hallway, trying to avoid anyone who might stop us.
Once outside, I grab her hand and tug her in the direction of the cafe. When we reach the back door, I tilt up on my tiptoes and fish around for the key that Carl leaves on top of the doorjamb.
“We’re breaking in?!” she whispers, looking around the back alley.
“Nah. Carl lets me help myself when I need something fresh, and I give his granddaughter lessons in exchange.”
“That’s sweet,” she says, and she lays her hand on my back. I swallow a possessive growl.
Once we’re inside the dark cafe, I flip on the lights, like I have hundreds of times before. We’re in the little galley kitchen prep area of the cafe. It’s a small cafe. No more than five tables with chairs, so the prep area is small, too.
“Are you going to make me something?” she asks, with a little too much glee in her eyes.
“I am. Any preference? Food allergies?”
She shrugs. “No. And no.”
“Perfect. Sit your pretty ass up here...” I say, slapping the prep counter next to me, before turning and walking into the walk-in fridge.
“So, you think my ass is pretty?” she teases. She’s had to raise her voice so I can hear it, and I smile at how I’ve seemed to break her out of her shell.
“For the record, I think all of you is pretty, but I haven’t quite seen your ass in anything except ski bibs, shorts, and my PJs. So, I think it’ll take some more studying....”
I toe the fridge door shut behind me as I come back into the kitchen with my spoils. Bread, meats, lettuce, and tomatoes.
“Can I help with anything?”
