My heart beats double-time. “What happened to your ride?” I already know her answer, but I want her to spell it out for me.
She follows along nicely. “I asked her to leave.”
My dick turns to stone when her tongue delves out to replenish her dry lips. I help ease their dryness by running my tongue along them. Because she's removed her high heels, she's no longer the same height as me.
I lift her to sit on the bed of my truck before nudging her knees apart so I can stand in between them. I don’t want an ounce of air to squeeze between us while I ravage her tasty mouth. For the next several minutes, her sweet little moans are the only noises heard. They’re fuckin’ music to my ears, each one increasing the girth of my dick.
“No,” Jenni whimpers a short time later when I pull back from our embrace. I could sample her mouth for years and never grow bored, but I swear I heard someone shuffling behind us.
I was right. There’s a shadowed figure at the end of the parking lot. When they realize I’ve spotted them, they shuffle to a yellow car parked a few spots down from my truck. I wait for their door to close before shifting my eyes back to Jenni.
“You’re killing me.” She drops her bottom lip into a pout.
“I’mkillingyou?” Sarcasm highlights my tone. Our calls and text messages have been so heated the past month, I’ve been walking around with a hard-on 24/7.
When she nods, I place her hand on my rock-hard dick. Upon feeling how horny she’s made me, her eyes missile to my crotch as heat creeps across her cheeks.
I arch my brow. “Who is killing who?”
I steal her chance to reply by sealing my mouth back over hers.
* * *
After spending a few hours at Bronte’s Peak being reacquainted, I dropped Jenni home later that night. We spent the next night dancing at the Dungeon. It was like no time at all had passed. The only difference was that my gaze never left Jenni. There wasn’t a girl in the entire place enticing enough to steal her spotlight. She was the most beautiful girl in the room—and perhaps the entire planet.
It was at that exact moment I realized my ultimate rule breaker had forced me to break another rule.
The one rule I swore I’d never break.
I’m falling in love.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jenni
This morning, when I wake up in Nick’s bed, I don’t run like I usually do. Instead, I snuggle into his chest, feeling like the luckiest girl alive. This weekend has been the most phenomenal three days of my life. I aced a test, celebrated my best friend’s nineteenth birthday, then spent every waking moment the past forty-eight hours with Nick. I’m exhausted but deliriously happy.
I can’t hold back my smile when Nick curls his arm around my waist to tug me in tighter. The exhausting activities we undertook last night soon have me falling back to sleep.
* * *
When I wake for the second time, Nick’s half of the bed is empty. While scrubbing my tired eyes, I shift them to the alarm clock on his bedside table. My pupils widen when I see it's a little after noon. Gingerly rising from the bed, I scan the room, seeking the dress I wore last night. My pulse quickens when Nick’s bedroom door shrieks open. I yank up the sheets, praying I’m not about to have my second embarrassing run-in with his dad.
I start breathing again when Nick enters the room. “Morning.” His voice is more gravelly than I’ve heard it before.
“Good morning,” I respond while running my hands down my unruly hair. This is the first time he’s seen me so disheveled.
Smiling, he hands me a large cup of coffee before pressing his lips to my temple. I swear I swoon like a virgin who’s never been kissed. Loving my heated cheeks, his smile enlarges as he sits on a wooden chair next to his desk—a desk that looks as if it’s never been used.
Faster than I can click my fingers, his smile is replaced with a set of hard lips. The reason for his swift change in composure comes to light when he asks, “Do you fly home today or tomorrow?”
“Today,” I murmur with a sigh.
He jerks up his chin before taking a sip of his coffee. After his throat works hard to swallow, he asks, “Can I drive you to the airport?” His tone makes his question sound more like a plea than a demand.
I bite on my bottom lip to hide my excitement before nodding. “Okay.”
He smirks behind the rim of his mug, and after another large gulp, he sets it down then rejoins me in bed.
