Academically Yours (Best Friends Book Club, #1)

by Jennifer Chipman

“So… not Legally Blonde again?” I just shook my head. It was one of my favorite movies, but we had definitely shown that last semester. We couldn’t help it—both of us loved romance movies.

I knew, that once I found the right person, I was going to be in it for the long haul. Once I met her, I was going to do whatever it took to keep her in my life, and make sure she knew that I was hers, forever. And she would be mine. Absolutely, unequivocally, mine.

I was just waiting for her to walk into my life.

And for some reason, her small smile just did something to me. Because the pure and utter bliss on her face… It stuck with me.

She just seemed like… warmth. It felt like it oozed from her like she could be the light in any dark, bringing a place to life with just a smile.

Because at the other end of the room stood the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Not even exaggerating, he was gorgeous. I think my heart skipped a beat. Holy hell, he looked like he could have been a painting.

And for the first time in my life, I thought to myself, is this what it means for fate to exist?

Do I know who he is? If he was a complete sex god whose gaze had my heart pounding in my chest… Absolutely.

“I’d much prefer to meet the love of my life in more of a… Unique way.”

And when she had asked me how I wanted to meet someone, I almost said it. Just like this.

She carried herself as if the very world depended on her light, the warmth of her smile. Maybe it did.

“Did you finally end up meeting a hot teacher on campus?” she wiggled her eyebrows at me.

And had my eyes been glued on her back the entire time until she was out of my sight? Maybe. The way her sweater dress hugged her curves, her hips… Fuck.

But one day soon, I’d tell the story I wanted to tell. Maybe I just had to sort out the rest of my life first.

“Oh, but I bet you could teach her some things,” Cole smirked, and Tanner high-fived him.

“Woah there, sweetheart,” I said, placing her back on the stool. “I think it’s time for you to get home.”

Not only that, but he had carried me into my room. Which meant two things. One: this beautiful, attractive man had seen my bedroom. And two: I had been in his arms.

He reached over and touched the tip of my nose. “That little expression of yours did.” And oh my God, did he just touch my nose? “I—” I just looked at him, a little too stunned to speak.

“I’ll always make time for you.” And damn if that statement didn’t make me feel all warm inside.

“Oh, Elle. That man is down for you bad.”

“Where to next, sweetheart?”

And if I watched his ass in those jeans as we got off… Well, no one could fault me for looking, right? His body was objectively incredible. Toned and fit and everything.

I wanted her. No. I needed her.

Yep, I was down bad for her because my instant response was, “Of course. We can get whatever you want.”

Kiss me, please? I whispered, and suddenly my whole life had changed. In an instant, in a flash. Because Matthew Harper’s lips were against mine—his hands gently holding my face, kissing me like I was someone who he cherished, who was worthy of it—I wanted to sink into it.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he whispered, one of his other fingers coming up to my hair and wrapping around a strand. “How could I not care about you, sweetheart?”

“What?” I asked, maybe a little too quickly. “No.” Maybe. Yes, because you see, I’m pretty sure I’m dating him now, because after I took him with me to the zoo—the zoo! —we had dinner together, and we talked about our dead parents, and now I’m not sure where we stand. And I haven’t been sleeping enough because I keep lying in bed at night thinking about him, and wishing his hands were—Nope. Not going there.

You could come over here, I thought, and maybe put that mouth of yours to use—God.

On my couch. On top of me. In my bed. In—Dammit. I needed to keep these images at bay. Because ever since he had held my hand, touched my arm, tucked the hair behind my ear, all I could think about was the wicked things I wanted him to do to me. Nope, nope, nope. We weren’t going there while I was on the phone with him. Not thinking about his finely sculpted arms picking me up or his fingers running over my bare skin. Nope.

And there was only one person I was thinking of. That I had been thinking of all week. I was trying to keep my distance because now that I had tasted her, it was all I wanted to do again. I wanted to bury my hands in her soft body, run my fingers over her thighs, and kiss her senseless until she was begging for more.

By the time we broke apart, we were both breathing heavily, lips swollen and I knew—I could see it in her eyes. The lust. Her lust, for me. The thing that had been building, growing, and festering since the very first time we saw each other, the first time we spoke. I had known, even then, that I wanted her. And I couldn’t ignore it anymore, couldn’t ignore the way my body responded to hers, the way she made me feel things I didn’t even know I could feel.

“Noelle. You’re… You don’t even know what you do to me, sweetheart. How much I want you, all the time. How much I want to take you inside right now and fuck you all night long.” I cupped my hands over her cheeks. “Tell me you feel this too, Noelle.”

But I couldn’t think about that—about anything. Not with her lips on mine. Not as she had twisted her hands in my hair, pulling herself closer to me, pressing our bodies further together. My arms wrapped around her thighs, lifting her hips, hoisting her up onto my body—which pressed her right up against my erection. I groaned at the contact, hoping she couldn’t feel how hard I was through my jeans.

It was all I wanted, and suddenly—all I needed. Her, just her.

“You vex me,” Matthew said, and then he crashed his lips onto mine, once again giving in to the pull we felt between us. “You enchant me.” He placed a kiss on my lips.

“Now, my sweet little temptress, what do you think your punishment should be for coming to my office like this, hm?” I whimpered, and Matthew’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth. “Use your words, baby.”

“I want to taste your sweet little cunt first, Noelle. But you have to be quiet,” he urged. “Or someone’s going to find us.”

“I’m going to fuck you now, Noelle, and when I do, you’re going to be mine, okay? So, you can’t charm anyone else with those big brown eyes of yours—cause I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, who gets to feel your pussy clenching around me, hm?” I nodded in agreement, hands drifting down towards him, running a finger over the precum that dripped from the top of him.

“You’re taking me so good, pretty girl,” he said, “like you were made for me.”

“Oh, I won’t be eating sweets, baby. I’d be eating you.”

“I wanna eat your pretty pussy, baby. So get up on my desk and spread your legs for me, Noelle.” She obeyed, climbing onto the wood, and spreading her legs for me.

“Not here,” I said, shaking my head as I caressed her hair. “The next time I fuck you… I want you in my bed, Noelle, sweetheart.” She gave a little whine, and I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I want to fuck you so hard that you scream, and I can’t do that in my office here, now can I?”

“I’d prefer no underwear on,” I said, pulling her back in closer to me. “But I’ll take what I can get.” She smirked. “You will.” “Brat.” I flicked her nose. “Yeah, but that’s why you like me.” Noelle grinned. “And I expect you to make good on that bed promise,” she said, before pacing out the door and closing it behind her. “I will!” I called after her.

“Maybe… if you’re a good girl, you’ll even get dessert.”

“Fuck. Noelle. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than inside you, sweetheart.”

“Bookstore day?” I placed one hand on each side of her as I kept the spatula in my right one. “You just want to buy more books, don’t you?”

“I don’t think he’ll mind.” I smiled—all teeth, feeling quite like the big bad wolf, here to eat my little red riding hood.

“Yes,” she ground out, glaring at me as I delayed her orgasm. “I want you to take me home and fuck me so hard I can’t remember my name. I want you inside of me, Matthew. Please.”

“What am I going to do with you? Little brat.” I flicked her nose. She stood up on her tiptoes to speak directly into my ear. “Fuck it out of me,” she said, and then she was opening the door, sneaking out into the night. I needed to splash myself with freezing water. Holy shit.

“I’m yours,” Noelle cupped my cheek with her palm. “And you’re mine.”