Fallen Crest University (Fallen Crest High #5)

by Tijan

I said, “To fucking family!” Each of us downed our shots. Logan grinned as he wagged a finger between Mason and me. He remarked, “In the literal sense for you two.” No one commented. The old Logan was back.

“That damn son of mine. I love him, but he can be an idiot sometimes. He decided to take a page from your book and prove he’s so independent. I wish he wouldn’t have. He locked himself out of his car and wouldn’t let me go to his campus with him. When he finally did get the keys, he didn’t have enough cash to pay the locksmith. He had to get a ride with the locksmith to a nearby ATM. He paid the guy and ended up paying an extra ten dollars just to get back to his car. He forgot to lock his car after all of that.” A foreboding sense started building in me. “Oh, no…” “‘Oh, no,’ is right. His car was stolen. Everything he had was gone. We ended up wiring more money to him once he did a report and got to his dorm room. I had the airplane tickets booked, and we were packing to fly to him when he called last night. The cops found his car, and some of his stuff was still there. As soon as we’re back from the Bahamas, we’re going right to his place and making sure he has everything he needs. That boy is going to be the death of me, I swear.” A wistful sigh left her. “But I’ll be damned if I couldn’t love him any more than I do. I feel like I’m bursting with pride with the two of you, even with Mark’s mishap.”

“You’re the sun and moon to her. I would’ve been a fucking chandelier. That’s it.”

She could feel the fight in me and relaxed in my hands. Her hand swept through my hair, running down my neck. Her nails scraped the back of my head, and I grinned. It was my soft spot. That little touch could hold me in place for hours. She had that power, that knowledge over me.

She sat upright, her entire face flaming in red. “Do you even know my name?” No apologies here. “One, you never told me last night. Two, I never asked. I don’t know what you expected when my exact words were, ‘Do you want to go to my place to fuck?’” She sucked in a breath and her lips pinched together.

After so many shots that Logan kept bringing me, I was relieved when Mason announced he was taking his drunk girlfriend home. I raised an arm in the air and announced, “That’s me.”

I focused on what was in front of me—his ass. Nice. Firm. Supple. Ass cheeks. I could just reach down and grab a firm handful of them, and I did. Oh, yeah. The cheeks were tight. I could bounce a quarter off them. I kept squeezing them. I tried to lift them up and back down. Even there, not much bounce. My man was hella toned, and he was all mine. These ass cheeks. I patted them again before grabbing hold once more. They were mine to play with. I could watch them as he walked around. I could lick them if I wanted, and that was a good idea. My eyes lit up, and I started to inch down. He had on his jeans, but that made them even hotter.

“And I really love how you love me. Completely. Irrevocably. Overwhelmingly. Selflessly. Unconditionally.” He lifted his head, peering right down into me. His lips were just above mine. “Because I don’t deserve it, but somehow, I got it, and I will never, ever do anything to lose it.”

“You’re not in this class.” He flashed me a grin, raking his hand through his hair. “Actually, I am.” He grimaced. “I’ve been going to the wrong hour.” He nodded to the professor, who just came into the room. “She informed me last week, so here I am. Correct hour, and lo and behold, who do I see?” His beaming smile gave me an indication. I kept my face blank. “Batman?” “What?” “You saw Batman? No?” Logan started to say something, but I shot a hand up. “Wait. I have more sarcastic answers.” He was shaking his head, craning his neck backward. “Who are you? What have you done with my future stepsister?”

His striped business suit looked like it was bursting at the seams. He was the type who was pissed that this meeting was cutting into his time with his mistress before going to see his second mistress while his wife got drunk and ordered a new mare for their neglected teenage daughter.

“I’m too selfish to let you go, but I’m selfless enough that I will always protect you.” He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my lips. He breathed there, saying, “Because that’s my job. I will love you. I will take care of you. I will worry about you, and I will do everything in my being to make sure you are okay.”