Page 31 of Fragile (Cedar Lakes University #2)

Chapter thirty

Miles

Lakeside diner is packed with people tonight, which is surprising because tomorrow is Thanksgiving. It’s also our rivalry game against Washington. I’m bone tired from today at the food bank. Quinn, however, doesn’t look even a tiny bit weary. She’s opposite me, surrounded by our friends, who opted out of going home this year too, and she has no right to look as alluring as she does. Her hair is swept off her face and neck, the same pink bow decorating her ponytail. The freckles across her nose speckle her perfectly milky skin, and that crazy cute cupid bow looks insanely kissable tonight.

She’s in her element, laughing with our friends, and her happiness radiates from her. Quinn has always been full of sunshine, but now it feels like I want to be the one to soak up her rays. Only me. At the very least, I want to be able to touch her in public more. I mean, assuming that’s still what she wants too. It was on tip of my tongue to ask about the chat she had with Alex earlier, but I chickened out.

I make eye contact with her and let my gaze heat up her cheeks, watching as she looks down under the table. My eyebrows pinch just as my phone buzzes in my pocket.

Queenie

Meet me in the back hallway in two minutes. I want a kiss xo

Head snapping back to hers, the same flush colors her cheeks, and down her neck. That perfect pink making her glow as she sucks in her bottom lip. My girl wants a kiss, she’s getting a damn kiss.

Standing, I don’t offer any information as to where I’m going, and none of our friends notice as I walk over to the back hallway behind the kitchen, next to the bathroom door. It’s pretty hidden here, but I know there’s a storage closet that is rarely locked. I accidentally thought it was the bathroom my freshman year.

A few seconds pass that feels like minutes, my body humming with anticipation, and my skin feels hot as arousal builds in my blood. I palm myself over the material of my shorts, thinking of her and how flushed her skin was a second ago, how I did that to her, my perfect Queenie blushing over me. I never knew how wild that could drive me. Stifling a groan, I hear soft footsteps and then I catch her cinnamon scent, and I have to hold myself back from launching at her.

Her steps are shy as our eyes lock, but her words make white-hot heat shoot down my spine. “Hey, hot stuff,” she purrs, confidence oozing from her.

One more step closer, until we’re almost touching. The little vixen knows exactly what she’s doing, and I love it. The playful side to her I don’t see often makes me weak with submission, which has never happened before with a girl. I slowly lick my lips, watching her pupils dilate as they track the movement. “I think you needed something from me?” I raise an eyebrow in challenge and wait for her.

The air around us disappears with each step she takes toward me, a gleam in her eyes that makes me want to pull her against me. But what sends me into a tailspin is the sexy-as-fuck smile she has on her pretty plump lips. When she stops directly in front of me, her warm body heat seeps into me. There isn’t a single inch of my body that isn’t shrouded in sunshine in her presence. “I do need something,” she whispers.

I reach to my left and open the storage room door, taking her hand in mine and dragging her inside with me until all that’s left is us in the dimly lit room. The distant hum of the diner fades away, until all I can hear is our synced, rushed breathing.

Backing her up to the door, I blanket her body with mine, pushing my aching length into her too so she can feel how badly I want her. Trailing my fingertips down her arm, I feel her hot breaths puffing against me as I move lower until I reach her hands and pin them above her head with a tender thud. “You’re making everything really hard.”

She chuckles softly. “Evidently.” Her hips roll into me, grazing along my rapidly growing dick.

My hand flies to her hip, pinning her in place with a warning squeeze. “Queenie,” I rasp. But she doesn’t move. If anything, I can feel her pushing more against me.

“I want you,” she whispers.

I stare into her eyes, wanting to ask her if she means that. If I’m the one she picked, not Alex. “You do?”

She swallows and nods. “There’s only you. Exclusively, remember?”

Adjusting my grip so I can bring the other hand to join it, she gasps, and the sound is so quiet and airy, like it’s been stolen from her lungs. I smile as I stare down at her looking so damn beautiful. “Exclusively mine, huh?”

A light laugh falls from her lips just as I bury my head into the crook of her neck, swallowing a groan, and run my nose up the side, up to her ear, watching the dim light shine on the goosebumps rising on her skin.

“Miles…” she breathes out, and then I’m done for. My control snaps, and I’m on her. Our mouths clash in the most delicious kiss. A kiss that is full of need and desire, or years and years of knowing each other but only just now discovering this new side to us. Us . The thought of being something with her ripples likes waves in my mind. God, do I want her. She sweeps her tongue against mine, and my entire body thrums, my heart racing erratically. Her hands pull against my hold, desperate to break free, but I don’t let her. She’s not going anywhere.

I continue to kiss her, never breaking our connection, while my free hand wanders down over her jean-clad thigh. “Can I touch you?” my mouth says, but my mind thinks, Can I keep you?

Her encouraging nod is enough for me to let my wandering fingers caress over and over, moving higher and higher until I reach the button of her jeans and flick it open. Delving in, I brush over her lace underwear and find soft skin and her soaked center.

Gently moving back up, I dip inside her underwear and graze over her clit, feeling her body shudder under my touch. This time, I can’t hold back my groan, as my head lowers to her shoulder. “Fucking hell, Queenie, what are you doing to me?”

“I don’t know, but you’re driving me wild. Whatever it is, please don’t stop.”

Smiling into her neck, I gently nip at her skin, making her arch into my touch more, but I don’t apply the pressure I know she wants. “Are you begging me?”

Her chest pushes into mine, but she still can’t reach more of my touch. The thought tilts my lips up. “I’ll beg if you touch me more.”

I take the opportunity to sink a finger inside her and relish the way her eyes widen but flare with heat and her teeth sink into her lower lip. I pause my movements again, drawing out her pleasure as her hips try to seek friction. “I like you like this.” Grazing my teeth gently against her jaw, I hum. “Wet, desperate…mine.”

“Miles,” she growls, and I have to hold back a chuckle.

“Yes, Queenie?”

“Please,” she rasps.

That one powerful word is my undoing. I want to give her everything. I push another finger inside her, feeling her body contract around me, as I move my thumb to apply pressure on her clit. It’s a squeeze with my hand in her pants, but it’s all adding to the depravity of taking her in this tiny room where we could get caught. And I fucking love it. “Anyone could come in right now, you know.”

She pants as I work her deeper. “Anyone could see my hands down your pants.”

Wetness coats my fingers as I talk, and I know it’s turning her on even more. “Oh, you like that. You like that we could get caught. Does my girl have a kink?” I muse.

Her eyes darken, and fuck if it doesn’t make my dick harder. “Faster. I need more.” She writhes, rocking her hips.

I want to give her everything. But I’ll be damned if the first time we have sex is in a public place. She deserves better than that. I might like the idea of getting caught, but there’s no way I’d actually let anyone see her like this.

My hand increases speed, along with my thundering heart rate and pulsing cock. She breathes harder, fighting against my hand above her head, but I don’t release her. I hold her steady, just as I feel her fluttering around my fingers.

“You gonna come, Queenie? Hmm, I think you are. I think you’re going to come thinking we could be caught any second,” I whisper darkly as she moans. “I think you’re also going to enjoy walking out there, pretending I didn’t have my fingers inside this sweet little cunt of yours.” I trail my tongue up her neck just as she clamps her mouth closed. The sight makes my blood run hotter. “I can feel you squeezing my fingers like you would my cock. So fucking beautiful.” She releases another whimper just as her orgasm hits its peak.

I let her hands go and she immediately wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me to her mouth to swallow her needy noises. I kiss and lick her until she calms, and her thighs relax around my hand. “I love listening to you.”

She reaches between us, running her fingers over my hard length. “I want to play.”

“I want that too.” I gently grasp her wrist, stopping her before I lose my mind. “But we’ve both been gone a while, and our friends are out there.”

She deflates against me. “We need to get better at doing this in a dorm. Preferably yours because you live alone.”

I hum, pulling her closer to me for one more kiss.

Pulling back, she looks up at me, flushed and sated. “I want you to touch me when you want to. I want us to do this thing, whatever it is. I want more. Just you.”

I don’t miss the confirmation in her words and something inside me melts. It’s exactly what I needed to hear. “Just me? No one else?”

Her head shakes. “No one else,” she confirms.

That makes me want to tell our friends, to march her out to the diner and blurt that she’s mine, but I know she’s not ready yet. And after everything she’s doing to help me be a better person, the least I can do is respect that. Because for as long as we’ve been friends, nothing about what we’re doing feels strange to me. It feels like the most natural thing in the world.

So, I’ll be as patient as she needs me to be. As long as I can keep her.