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I work the toy even deeper, my toes curling against the sheets as my knees fall open. I let out a little gasp as it hits the right angle. It might not be a warm cock, but it’s at least as thick, making it easier to coax along my fantasy. I drag it in and out, turning my head into my pillow as my mind fills with the right images. Strong, tattooed arms hooking my legs around his trim waist. Biting my neck before he turns me over, spanking my ass as he spreads my legs. His rough voice in my ear, whispering about how good I’m being, smelling like—
“It’s true,” the girl who looked at us before says. “Sorry to butt in, but my friend slept with him last year and he made her come three times. She says it was life changing.” Mia gestures to me. “See?” “You’re ridiculous. I can’t hook up with one of my dad’s players.”
“Yes.” And it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, although I don’t add that part. I haven’t had anything but a toy inside me since Preston. While I’m nowhere near ready for penetrative sex, the feeling of Cooper’s thick finger tipped me over the edge. “But,
The memory crashes over me like a wave. It’s like I can still feel his hands on my thighs, the way his beard scratched my skin, the vibrations of his voice as he teased me. After fantasizing about having a guy go down on me for years, it was incredible to experience it for real. It blew every single one of my daydreams out of the water, and if I could have it all over again right now, I would sign up in a heartbeat.
I’m in pink leg warmers, black leggings, and a tight pink sweater. Combined with the scrunchie holding my thick braid in place and my little gold hoops and necklace with the butterfly charm? I look like a hockey player’s wet dream. The second we wrap up class, I’m going to skate over there and kiss him.
Judging by the couple of paperbacks I’ve noticed in her dorm room and the stickers on her Kindle, she likes ’em sexy. I wonder if that’s what she writes, too. I haven’t gotten her to admit what the book she’s writing is about, but it’s cool as hell that she’s doing it in the first place.
Even if all my wet dreams lately have involved her. Even if her laughter is so adorable, it makes my chest hurt. Even if I’ve never enjoyed sex more, and I haven’t even gotten my dick inside her anywhere but her mouth. Even if my favorite recent memory is cuddling with her in my bed while watching Lord of the Rings. “It’s not happening,” I tell him. “Even if I wanted it, which I don’t, she doesn’t.”
No, it’s not what I want, but I can’t fall for him, and he can’t fall for me, and somewhere in between banter about books and stupid texting conversations and gummy bears and sex so good I cry, I think that’s what might be happening, and if I give in and the whole thing shatters, if my life shatters for a third fucking time—
“Hell yeah, I want kids.” I wet my bottom lip; now I can’t stop thinking about Penny with a little red-haired baby in her arms. I haven’t given much thought to children beyond knowing that one day I’d like to have a family, but that doesn’t mean the fantasy isn’t appealing.
I tense as he pulls on the tampon string. He goes slowly, kissing me all the while, and I’ve never given much thought to whether this would be sexy or just plain awkward, but somehow, he manages to make it the former. Maybe it’s the fact he’s man enough not to be embarrassed or grossed out, or maybe it’s the way he strokes my hair as he looks down at me. I’d swear there’s love in his eyes, but I’m probably imagining it. He replaces the tampon with two fingers; I gasp against his mouth. He bites down on my lip, as gentle as the way he’s fingering me, and gives my clit a long, sensual stroke.