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Kate

On Monday, it’s back to school and work. Landon and I remembered to set an alarm this time, and it was nice to enjoy a shower together. We talked about our schedules for the week while sudsing up each other’s hair, laughing at what we could conjure up with our fingertips. After rinsing each other off, our hands couldn’t help but roam, and he slow fucked me from behind under the shower head whispering dirtily about years of fist-fucking himself to this exact fantasy. He groaned out that this was So. Much. Better. Between thrusts as he came. That was soooo fucking hot.

We now have stashes of condoms randomly placed throughout the apartment for moments just like this. I’m on the pill, and he’s known for years, but we haven’t discussed it yet. I’m seriously contemplating that soon I’ll tell him just to take me bare. I trust Landon more than any one. The thought of him bare inside me has me suddenly fanning myself at the workstation while looking for new orders to pull off of the shelves.

“Girl, your face is redder than a whore in church.” Melissa eyes me fanning myself and smiles, sensing juicy gossip. “What has got you so worked up? Trevor?” I frown a bit and her eyes sparkle. “Dare I say it? Could it be? Is it finally Landon?” She’s all but bouncing back and forth on her toes, her blonde curls springing with her in excitement.

I grin, and she squeals so loud, the majority of the students in the surrounding areas look up. The librarian clears her throat at us with disapproval written clearly all over her face.

“I knew it! Gah! Did he confront you or did you confront him? Or was it a single hot moment of tension that had your bodies colliding and hands and lips everywhere? Oh my gosh, is he a good kisser? Does he whisper and ask if he can kiss you, or does he just steal your breath away with his lips and take what he wants? I have So. Many. Questions!!!!”

I giggle at her overly enthusiastic eruption of word vomit.

“Ummmm....all of the above.” I blush and she thrums her hands quickly on the stack of books in front of her.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up. No way.” She whisper-shouts at me, and I snicker again.

“Way,” I tease.

“Tingles and sparks?” she questions.

“Freaking fireworks and earthquakes.” Her jaw drops and then she bites her lip.

“O.M.G.” She’s absolutely killing me with the overstated words. When Mel gets excited, it’s a sight to see. Even though they can’t hear our discussion since we aren’t close to anyone, they smile at her infectious glee. You can’t help it. Melissa happy, makes everyone happy.

“He’s huge, and he knows what to do with it, doesn’t he? Fuck, I’m a jealous bitch if that’s the case.”

“Melissa!” I blush and throw a pencil at her, praying nobody heard that one.

“Okay, okay...I’ll stop there, but I’ll also take that as a resounding yes! Now that I really take a good look at you, you’re glowing and appear to be thoroughly satiated.” I look up at her, gaping at the blatant declaration. Well, she’s not wrong. I shrug and grin from ear to ear. Her eyes light up, and she looks genuinely happy for me.

My phone buzzes and I look down to see that Trevor texted.

Trevor: Ice cream tonight? I haven’t seen your pretty face for a few days, and I need to apologize and explain in person.

Me: I think you’ll live. As for ice cream, no. I have plans. Take Kristy.

Hmmm... I’m surprised he even texted. I set my phone down a tad harder than I meant to.

“Whoa… What’s that about?” She side-eyes me.

“Trevor...” I sigh, knowing that I’m going to have to explain. She puts a hand on her hip, waiting impatiently.

“I caught him and Kristy last Thursday sucking each other’s faces off in an alcove outside of the art and architecture buildings on my way to art class. He had absolutely nothing to say, nor did I care to hear it. He started texting me Saturday like nothing happened, but I ignored him since I was occupied. I can’t ignore him now. He wants to get ice cream. I told him no, and to take Kristy.” I snicker at my bitchiness.

“You’ve got to be kidding me? He knows you saw him, and he is still trying to get you to go out with him? That’s pretty bold. Landon know?” She quirks a brow.

“No, because I didn’t check my messages until I got to school this morning. I didn’t see any missed calls or anything from Mom, so I wasn’t concerned to go through everything.”

“Everything? So, exactly how many times has he texted you since Saturday?”

“Umm...about twentyish times? I didn’t read them past the first five apologies. I didn’t answer them either.”

“I don’t blame you. Hopefully, that last message sent the message that you’re done. What a jackass.” She shakes her head and goes down the opposite aisle I’m in to put some books away. I notice someone waving at me through the outside window, trying hard to get my attention.

It’s fucking Trevor. He doesn’t even have the balls to step foot in here.

Fuck him.

I ignore him and go back to work.

“Hey, pretty girl.” I gasp and drop my book as arms sneak around my waist and Landon’s lips drift across my cheek.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I just needed to steal a kiss on my way to chemistry.” He smiles affectionately, and I swoon.

“It’s all good. I was just surprised. It’s not like an everyday occurrence, you know.” I roll my eyes playfully and peck him back on the lips.

“Aww, isn’t that cute?!” Melissa interrupts and tosses Landon a cheeky smile. “Hi, Landon.”

“Melissa,” he acknowledges but keeps his eyes on me. If he’s got his mind where I think it is, he’s thinking about our morning shower. “Good to see you, as always.” If he’d look over, he’d see her swoony expression over the two of us finally together.

“Pizza and Bridgerton tonight after practice?”

“Sounds good. I’ll pick it up. You just get home,” I say suggestively.

He rumbles in his throat appreciatively and leans in for one last peck before heading off out the door. Melissa shakes her head smiling and mumbles something about being “fucking jealous” as she walks off to put away a few books.

Landon

Practice goes relatively quickly and Trevor is surprisingly quiet. There’s been a few heated throws between us and a couple dirty looks, but at least he’s not trying to taunt me today. I figured I’d be sore from this weekend’s extracurricular activities, but my body is working with me today. It’s not talking back when I have to quickly move from squatting at home to getting a ball out to a base when one of the guys decides to try to steal it.

I hurry through my getting ready routine afterwards, ready to get home to Kate. I am hungry for more than just pizza. My stomach growls at that sentiment, reminding me that I need to actually eat and not just devour my muse on the couch while Colin Bridgerton chases his on the TV. On the way to my car, my bag gives way and all my shit scatters across the parking lot. Mason swoops in to help pick it all up. I eye my bag and notice the big rip along the bottom. Shit, I must have snagged it on something.

“Hey man, I have an extra you can use until a new one comes in for you. I wonder what the hell this ripped on,” Mason questions, looking at the gash.

“Thanks man, I appreciate it. I have absolutely no fucking idea. Bring it tomorrow, yeah?” Mason nods and claps my back after we throw everything across into my passenger seat. I hop in and fire this baby up, intent on food and Kate’s smile.

“Hurry up, I’m startinmg it without you!” Kate hollers from the couch as I walk in the door, my keys clattering in the dish. I kick off my shoes and high tail it over the back of the couch, making sure there’s no pizza or drinks in her hands or near the couch before jumping. She squeals in delight, and I grab her face in my hands and kiss the crap out of her adorable mouth.

“MMmm...there’s your pizza, and I grabbed you a beer.” She pulls her head back, licking her lips and points over at the coffee table. “If you kiss me again before we finish the episode, you will pay. I will not be distracted. There were some spoilers about some carriage scene today, and it almost ruined it for me! I am absolutely dying to see what happens.”

She’s fucking cute.

“Okay, okay...” I put up my hands and concede my advances, but make sure to give a pouty lip so she knows I’m thoroughly broken-hearted about it. Not really, though, because I know where my mouth and hands will be in a little bit. I’m a big boy and can wait my turn. I sigh and grab my pizza, smelling the delicious pepperoni. Taking a bite, I roll my eyes in orgasmic bliss and let out a masculine groan. She stops mid-chew and side-eyes me. We both giggle.

“I can only hope to hear that sound come out of you later when I’m going to pound town.” I effectively drop my pizza on my plate and reach for her. That was obviously the reaction she wanted, and she laughs.

“Uh uh, not yet. Bridgerton. ” She tsks me. Actually tsks me and plucks off my hands. I growl and pick my pizza back up muttering about ‘only one episode’ and ‘fucking Bridgerton’ . I won’t be able to keep my focus on it at all now with flashes of her going to fucking ‘pound town’ running through my brain like wildfire. Who the fuck even says shit like that and expects the caveman in a guy to not come out swingin? At least I’m somewhat domesticated. I snort at my thoughts, practically inhaling my pizza to distract my mouth from what it’d rather be doing. I will caveman throw her ass over my shoulder and toss her onto my bed the second this shit is over.

This episode is excruciatingly long. Every time I inch toward her, she inches away. She’s smirking coyly at me, but then she turns down my advances with a stern look. I remember her saying “you’ll pay” if I kiss her again. Hmmm. Does that mean she might blow me and keep me on edge until I’m begging for her to let me come? For some sick reason, that mental image even gets me hot right now. I growl to myself in frustration, and she notices. Her cheeks turn pink, and she pushes pause with fifteen minutes left. I lean my head back against the couch and close my eyes. I can do this. I feel her get up from the couch. Sigh...

“ Ready?” she says, offering her hand. I open my eyes and take her in warily at first, but decide I won’t miss my shot. I grab that fucker and haul her up over my shoulder and she shrieks and laughs. I smack her ass and stomp off to my bedroom. True to my word, I throw her on the bed and growl as I rip off my clothes. Her eyes widen at my display and she takes my cue, shedding her clothes as quickly as possible because she can see that I am done waiting. I grab her legs and pull them apart, admiring only a second before diving in and licking straight up her center.

“Holy shit, Landon!” She reaches for me, but I pin her wrists down and continue lapping at her. She stifles a giggle with a moan when I flick my tongue over her clit. I let one hand go so that I can add a finger and she tries to lace those fingers in my hair but stops when I look up and tsk her, cocking my eyebrow in warning just like she did me.

Amusement flutters across her face, but she listens and watches in fascination. I bring her so close to the edge twice before she’s pleading for me to fuck her. The frustration on my end is so bad, I’m scared I could accidentally hurt her. I want nothing more than to slam my cock into her so hard and make her scream.

So I lay down and growl for her to get on top. She’s wild with need and we both groan as she takes me beautifully in two slow slides. I put my hands back behind my head and command through gritted teeth, “Ride me hard if you want to hear that sound again, princess. You promised pound town, and I’m collecting.”