Page 29 of Palm South University: Season 3
THE AIRPORT IS SURPRISINGLYbusy for a Wednesday evening, men in business suits and families dressed in Mickey Mouse gear speeding by me in both directions as I wait at the bottom of the escalator.
Jarrett’s plane landed ten minutes ago, which means he should be coming down the escalator toward baggage claim any second now. I can’t stop bouncing, my hands a little shaky as I wring them together and watch the top of the moving stairs, waiting to see that glorious bald head.
Boys never make me nervous — ever. But I haven’t seen Jarrett since he left for his internship at the very beginning of the summer, and that was right after I admitted out loud that I loved him. Sure, video chatting has been a nice distraction, but it’s no substitute for the real thing. Just imagining his hands on me, his lips on mine, his body — so hard, covered with tattoos… it’s enough to make me come in a crowded airport before even setting eyes on him.
I pull out my phone, checking the time once more before shoving it in my back pocket again. A few more minutes pass and I debate calling him, but just as I go to grab my phone again, he appears at the top of the escalator.
And time stops.
Seconds stretch and tick as I take him in — his tan, smooth head, the scruff lining his jaw, the way his simple, navy t-shirt hugs the muscles on his arms and chest, tapering off at his narrow waist. And when my eyes find his, when the corner of his mouth quirks up in a small smirk, I can’t take it anymore.
I run to him.
“Excuse me, sorry, excuse me.” I push through the other travelers on the stairs, working against gravity as they move down and I try to move up…up to him.
Jarrett cracks a wider smile watching me struggle, nearly laughing by the time I reach him and throw my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his with a sigh of relief. His strong arm holds me close and lifts me from the ground, my feet dangling just a few inches above the escalator stairs as he kisses me with everyone watching. His other hand dips into my hair as one arm holds me steady against him, and I tug him closer by his shirt, wanting more, needing him closer.
“I’ve missed you so much,” I whisper against his lips, kissing him before he can answer.
He wraps both arms around me when we reach the bottom of the escalator, making sure we’re on solid ground before he drops my feet down. I’m still holding his shirt, feeling the fabric between my fingers, rolling it around to make sure it’s real.
He’s here.
“I’ve missed you, too,” he says, pulling back to look into my eyes. His are still the same deep mocha, gold spiraling out from each pupil as he scans my body the way I did his. “Let’s grab my bag and get out of here.”
We can’t keep our hands off each other, not the entire time we wait in baggage claim or on the walk to the taxi lane as I run over everything I have planned for the long weekend. We only have five days together, and I plan to make the most of it.
“I can’t believe you’re going to introduce me to your sisters,” he says when we slide into the backseat of a black sedan. I tell the driver the address of Jarrett’s hotel and she smiles politely with a nod.
“It’s about damn time.”
“Well, we couldn’t exactly broadcast our relationship before.”
“No,” I agree. “But now, I’m going to show you off like a pack of gel pens at show and tell. Everyone on campus is going to know you’re mine by the time you leave.”
Jarrett chuckles, eyeing the driver’s rearview mirror before leaning in to nuzzle my neck. “You wanna show me off, huh?” His voice is low and gravelly, one hand sliding up the inside of my thigh and up to the hem of my jean shorts.
My eyes flutter closed at the contact of his skin on mine, chills racing up to my core. “Mm-hmm,” I manage in answer.
“What if I don’t want to leave the hotel room?”
He slips two fingers up under the denim fabric of my shorts, brushing the tips against my panties. I bite my lip hard, squirming under his touch, eyes opening just enough to make sure the driver isn’t looking at us in her mirror.
I can’t even respond, especially when his lips find my neck again. He kisses me softly, fingers running along the edge of my panties before he dips them inside. My lips are pinned between my teeth to hold back my moans, but when Jarrett circles my clit twice and then slides both fingers inside me at once, I nearly combust, letting out a loud pant as my eyes snap open.
The driver glances back at us and Jarrett rests his head on my shoulder. I offer her a smile and she narrows her eyes, but focuses them back on the road again, and as soon as she does, Jarrett withdraws his fingers and slides them in again, wiggling his fingertips to curl against my G-spot.
He continues his slow, quiet assault the entire drive, and by the time we reach the hotel, I’m two feather-light touches away from orgasming in the back of a fucking taxi cab.
Jarrett pays the driver as I sprint inside to the front desk, checking in with weak knees and an unbearable ache between my thighs. I swipe the keys from the counter as soon as the girl tells me our room number and barrel back outside, grabbing Jarrett’s hand and leading him inside through the lobby to the elevators.
“Room 813,” I pant as the elevator doors close, pushing him against the wall. I cover his mouth with mine as he fumbles to push the button for the eighth floor. He runs his hands down my ribs and to my ass, cupping it firmly and pulling me flush against him as we ride up. The seam of my jean shorts rubs me in the spot I’m aching most and I gasp into his mouth, my orgasm already within reach. One more touch and I’ll fall apart.
Jarrett’s lips don’t leave mine as we stumble down the hall to our room, him pulling his suitcase behind him as my hands get to work on his belt. He taps the plastic card to the scanner on our door and shoves us through, dropping his suitcase right behind the door before picking me up and carrying me to one of the beds.
“Two beds?” he asks, breaking our kiss long enough to appraise the room.
“I asked for a king, probably a mistake. Want me to run downstairs and have them fix it?”