Page 39 of Palm South University: Season 2

She grins. “Okay, I’ll bite. What do you want in exchange, Bear?”

“Come to Key West.”

“No.”

I laugh. “You’re so exhausting. Just come with me. I want to bang you in at least four places on Duval Street.”

“So romantic.”

“It’s your kind of romantic and you know it.”

“Touché.”

“So you’ll come?” I ask, hopeful.

Shawna leans forward, her bright green eyes playful behind her black frames. “Nah.”

I drop my forehead to hers. “You’re impossible, woman.” She just giggles, but the sound is cut short when I press my hips forward, meeting hers. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. She’s in a simple, strapless black dress, and with only my towel and her panties separating us, it suddenly feels a lot hotter in the bathroom.

“Well, if your persuasion tactics weren’t so awful, maybe I wouldn’t be so impossible.” She bites her lip, rolling her hips just enough to stir up the friction between us.

“You’re saying I’m not bringing enough to the table?” I ask, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth and reaching my hands into her jet black hair. When I reach the purple ends, I grip harder, tugging with just enough force to expose her neck to me. She gasps, arching her back.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she breathes.

My hands still in her hair, I kiss across the swell of her breasts. “Well, let me sweeten the deal, then.”

In one fluid motion, I drop my towel to the floor, push her panties to the side, and slide inside her, pulling her hair harder as she cries out. She’s so wet, so ready, and I pull out before rocking back into her again, slowly this time, letting her feel every inch.

“Oh fuck,” she breathes, letting her legs fall open wider as she takes me in. My hands snake up her thighs, bunching her dress just above her hips as I flex mine again. I grow harder with each thrust, hitting her deeper every time, and she rewards me with nails digging just as deep in my back.

I work her slow at first, watching her mouth hang slightly open, her eyes focused on where we meet. It’s so hot that she loves to watch, and when she lifts her legs to rest on my shoulders, I find a new depth that makes us both moan. I know she loves when I work her clit, but this time I want her orgasm to come from the spot only I can reach inside.

Grabbing her ass in my hands, I lift her, just slightly, just enough to push deeper. Her head falls back, hair sticking to her back, and I take advantage of the access to her breasts. Using my teeth, I pull the top of her dress down and say a silent prayer that she’s not wearing a bra. Sucking her nipple ring between my teeth, I pump harder, the steam circling around us, our breaths shallow.

Suddenly, Shawna bucks against me, pressing her hands into my chest until I stumble back a bit. She hops off the counter, spins around, and bends at the waist, pressing her chest to the cool counter, hooded eyes finding mine in the mirror. I take my cue, stroking myself as my free hand finds her center. Slipping two fingers inside, she moans, and the sound jolts straight through me as I place myself at her entrance. When I rock into her, my hands gripping her waist, she gasps.

I start slow again, savoring the feel of her warmth around me, but before long she’s demanding harder, faster, more — and I deliver on all accounts. She comes first, her breath clouding the mirror, her eyes wide open and staring at me. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen to watch her fall apart so unabashedly. I follow right after, cursing under my breath at the electric release only she can bring.

For a moment I stay inside her, resting my chest against her back, my arms around her, our breaths leveling out. When I finally pull out, Shawna stands, shimmying her dress down and adjusting the top in the mirror.

Moving her hair off her neck, I press my lips to her salty skin. “So, Key West?”

She grins. “Valiant effort, but it’s still a no.” She spins in my arms, kissing me once before smacking my ass playfully. “Now get dressed and take me to this art festival.”

I laugh, because what else is there to do? Shawna is unlike any other girl I’ve ever known, and even though she drives me mad, I wouldn’t have her any other way.

Well, let me rephrase that: I wouldn’t have her any other waycharacteristically.

There are countless ways I’dhaveher. Take her. Own her.

And we’re just getting started.