Page 53 of A Summer Thing

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Jude

I finally manage to drag us from Declan’s dorm.

She sits across from me, shoveling food into her mouth in a way that would be endearing regardless, but knowing I’m the one who’s left her ravished, starved for sustenance, makes me hard.

Fucking again.

While we may not have been officially together in name this past year, our relationship, in reality, never changed.

And while I would’ve liked to have been able to talk to her a lot more than we managed to, we made it work the best we could—despite her insistence not to put any labels or pressure on what it is we have.

I didn’t need the label, anyhow. I only needed her. And that’s precisely what I got.

We talked almost every day—even if it was only for a few minutes between classes and practice, or as she fell asleep after a late shift, or in the locker room before a game.

We texted all throughout our days. And we sexted, and had phone sex, a fucking lot, too.

But as satisfying as it all was, none of it compares to being able to touch her myself.

To being able to hold her, kiss her, feel her with my own two hands.

To see her face light up when we talk. To actually sink inside her with my cock.

I was starved for it by the time I got here.

Starved for her.

I’m guessing she’s felt the same with how goddamn wild the past twenty-four hours have been. She’s been just as amped up, just as insatiable, just as fucking outright horny and greedy as fuck for pleasure as I’ve been.

The thought doesn’t do anything to help my lengthening dick.

I’m almost pissed at myself now for dragging us away when we could have ordered food in. But we needed this too. A moment of calm. Some quiet. A chance to simply exist in each other’s presence.

I reach a hand across the table and push my fingers through hers, holding her hand as we continue to eat in the most comfortable, contented silence I’ve ever known.

After this, I’ve got a small surprise for her. A car that will be picking us up outside the Thai restaurant we’re currently at and driving us over to the penthouse suite I’ve booked for the night—where a fuck-ton of flowers will be waiting for her, too.

I have plenty of plans for once we get there.

Finally letting her know exactly where my heart lies. Asking her to be mine, officially. Labels and all. Starting up where we last left off at her dorm.

All the fucking plans.

Plans that have my eyes landing on her, dousing gasoline on the already lit fire that’s been raging within me.

Declan’s fork suspends in midair. Blue eyes rake up my torso, eyeing the dip of my neck. Her tongue peeks out in a slow glide along her bottom lip, and her breaths quicken, and her gaze heats further, and— fuck this.

“You ready to go, baby?”

Her eyes dart up to meet mine, a heat within them that matches mine. A quick, insistent nod is all she gives me, and I’m throwing a couple bills onto the table, taking her hand in mine, and getting us the hell out of here.

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Less than thirty seconds after walking into our hotel suite, I’m already inside her—sweet walls milking my shaft, clenching with her impending orgasm.

I grunt into her neck, and fuck her harder, moving my thumb over her clit in tight circles.

Her head falls back against the wall behind her, and I scrape my teeth up her throat, licking and sucking my way back down. Her tits bounce with the force of my movements, pierced nipples rubbing against my chest, and it’s erotic as fuck.

Bending down, I take her nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around her piercing. She pushes closer, arching her back, so I close my mouth around her and suck, hard.

A pleasure-filled cry is my sweet fucking reward. And now, I don’t have to attempt to drown out her sounds in case her dormmates might hear. She can be as loud as she wants, and I can’t get enough. I can’t get enough of her.

I slow our tempo, taking the moment in, burning it to memory so I’ll never forget it. Her flushed cheeks, blazing eyes, and fingers digging half-moons into my skin. Her body rolling against mine within my hold, asking for more—more movement, more pressure, more speed.

I don’t want this to end just yet, though.

So I keep a slow, steady tempo.

Leaning back, I skim my hand up her side, over her ribs, and cup a breast in my palm.

I love the way my hands look on her skin—a smooth, blank canvas for me to lay my ink to.

I move inside her at a leisurely pace, eyes hooked on where we connect, where my cock moves in and out of her, glistening with her arousal. I fuck her deep, angled to hit her most sensitive spot each time I retreat.

It’s soft, and it’s slow, and it’s filled with every goddamn word I haven’t said to her yet.

I adore you. I’m obsessed with you. I can’t get enough of you.

I want you, for a goddamn eternity. I want to build a future with you.

I want my ring on your finger, and my child in your stomach. I want everything with you.

Her moans slither over me. “Jude, I—oh my god, I’m already so close.” Her words come in pants and soft whines that have my balls drawing up tight.

“Fuck yeah, you are, baby. Let me feel you come around me.” I thrust into her deeper, dragging against her inner walls. My thumb circles tighter, increasing the pressure on her clit. “Let me feel you squeezing so fucking tight around me, wet heat dripping down my cock.”

“Oh, shit.” Her hands tighten around my shoulders, nails leaving more marks on my skin, and I want to tattoo them there as a reminder of how fucking good we feel together. “Jude, Jude— ohhhh,” she cries out as she comes, the tightening of her pussy walls milking my own orgasm free without warning.

I pump into her a final time, shooting so fucking hard my vision goes black. Pleasure tears through me, ripping my soul in half, handing each piece over to her to piece back together.

And I haven’t even made it to the asking her to be my girlfriend part, yet.

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Hours later, Declan is sleeping peacefully at my side. On the floor of our hotel room, because we still couldn’t keep our goddamn hands off each other. I rise to my knees, wedge my arms beneath her, lift her from the ground, and carry her to the massive bed in the adjoining room.

She doesn’t so much as make a sound.

Amusement tugs at the edges of my smile.

I carefully lay her down on the mattress after pulling the sheets and blanket down, and I feel rooted where I stand as I take her in.

Light pink hair a mess around her face. Eyelashes splayed against her cheeks. Lips parted with soft breaths as she sleeps.

She’s so goddamn beautiful it makes my chest ache.

I sink into bed behind her, wrapping an arm around her middle, and drag her into me. My hand seems to have a mind of its own, running up and down the side of her naked body. Her skin is soft beneath my touch, warm, smooth, perfect.

My chest tightens further.

This girl means the world to me. Even from states away and far too much time spent apart, she’s grown to mean more to me than I could’ve ever imagined possible.

When I learned I’d have two days to head back home, she was the only person on my mind. I didn’t stop by to see my parents or my friends, I went straight to her—and I won’t be seeing them before I leave either, though they’ll be flying out in a few short weeks to come visit and see my new place.

All I wanted was to see Declan. Be with her. Spend time with her. Exist in her fucking orbit.

I missed the hell out of her, and the last twenty-four hours have proven to be every reminder of why.

I’ve always been drawn to her, attracted to her, in awe of her—her resilience, strength, and beauty—but something about this visit is hitting different.

I don’t think it’s simply because our time has been limited this visit—but because it’s been limited, this past year, both of us so fucking busy.

The more time we’ve spent apart, the more apparent it is I need more of her.

The past day spent with her has only made that need grow stronger.

I need so much fucking more. Not only her phone calls and texts, not only her friendship, not only the intimacy we share from fourteen-hundred miles apart, and not even the ingrained memory of these intense past twenty-four hours—but more than that.

All of her, if I’m being real. I don’t only want her mind, or her time, or her body, I want her fucking heart.

I want to own it completely.

Because she already owns mine.