Welp. There goes my heart, like a shooting star into the atmosphere.
So. Fucking. Screwed.
CHAPTER20
Justin
Ihad no idea that I went to bed with Cousin IT, but when the light teases around the edges of the curtains of Savannah’s dorm room and draws me into the land of the living, her hair iseverywhere.We both kind of passed out after round two, and I’m pretty sure from the bird’s nest of tangles on her head and covering her face, she’s going to be pissed she didn’t at least tie her hair up first.
Last night was so unexpected, so unusual, that I’m surprised by it but also not. Those feelings inside my chest about Savannah had warned me that things between us would be special. I went in knowing that it would be different, but I had no idea it would be quite likethat.
I wasn’t sure she was feeling it too until she cried, at which point it took all my self-control not to cry with her. I didn’t want to freak her out or embarrass her any more than she already seemed to be.
She twists her naked body into me, her hand splaying right over my heart and her leg hooking over mine when she settles. Instead of being awkward, it’s comfortable. And despite the tiny matchbox bed, I’m not teetering on the edge of the mattress, I’m not too hot, and I got a decent night’s sleep. That’s a big win all around.
I don’t know what time it is, or where I’m supposed to be, and right now, I don’t care. It’s as though I’ve been an incomplete jigsaw puzzle my whole life, and now that I’ve found her, I’m finished.
She’s my missing piece.
That thought should terrify me.
We’re both young, with things we need to do and dreams to reach. She wants to be a teacher, studying education and math—who the hell volunteers to study math? And who the hell chooses to surround themselves with a room full of snotty nosed kids that don’t even belong to her?
Not all heroes wear capes.
I mean, I want to have kids of my own someday, but the idea of being surrounded by other people’s kids and teaching them math makes my stomach hurt. That’s way too much pressure for one person. Or at least for me. I couldn’t even teach myself math.
The tiny voice of reason and logic in the back of my brain gets louder.You don’t have time for a relationship. She’ll only get in the way.
I want to have my cake and eat it too.
But lying here, tangled up in this beautiful woman whoseesme, I’d trade every slice of that damn cake for Savannah Bowen without hesitation.
Warning lights flicker inside my head, but my naive, hopelessly romantic heart glows brighter, drowning out the beeping. Savannah’s index finger trails down my chest, circles my belly button, and finds the edges of the lines of my iliac furrow.
As her gentle touch moves lower I focus on the different names women have for a guy’s magic V so I don’t shoot my load all over her hand. How can she bring me so close to the edge with barely a touch? It’s not like I don’t get off by myself and my dick’s just grossly neglected or anything.
Aphrodite’s Saddle. I hiss out a breath through my teeth as my already awake and ready for action dick twitches toward her hand.
Hercules’s Girdles.
She ignores the demanding dick and stays on my line. I clench my teeth, flexing my jaw.
Adonis’s Belt.
She runs her finger back up to the top and starts again.
It’s delicious torment. There’s a bead of precum snaking down the head of my dick, and it spasms again. My breathing has quickened, and my heart skitters against my ribcage.
I went to sleep perfectly sated, content, my heart full and my balls empty. But with her naked curves flush against my side and her hand so damn close to my junk, I’m needy, desperate, aching for her to touch me and bring me to release all over again.
I lick my lips hoping I can still taste her salty-sweet. I can’t, and now I don’t care so much about coming as I do about tasting her again. Making her hips shake against me as I press my face into her soaking wet pussy.
My mouth watering, I roll her onto her back. I don’t know if she’s okay with morning-breath kisses so I graze my lips across her forehead, down her temple, along the line of her jaw and down the front of her neck.
“Good morning.” Her husky morning voice has a direct line to my crotch, and my dick strains again.
“Good.” I kiss her breast bone, enjoying how her body arches into my touch. “Morning.” I kiss the swell of her right tit, not missing the fact her dusky nipples are already standing at attention, begging for my teeth to say hello.
