Page 20 of Bad Man on Campus

“We need a condom,” I gasp the words, stopping him.

“Fuck. I thought you were on the pill,” he pulls away, his words breathless. But he reaches for his nightstand and opens the drawer, finding what we need.

Ignoring the lurch of tension in my gut, because I know he’s been using his drawer full of condoms for other girls, I say, “I’ve been off the pill for … a while. No need.” The reminder drags me from the moment, cutting into the sensual cloud. My emotions lie precariously at the edge until he hands me the unwrapped rubber, his eyes still glinting with desire, and he kneels between my legs, his gleaming hard cock proud and tall and tempting. His eyes, the sight of his erection bring me back, the lusty pull of him capturing me, filling me as I roll the condom down the length of him, hold the heavy silkiness of him in my hands.

Taking hold, I feel the shake in his hands as he holds his body over mine until his cock meets that perfect spot between my thighs and he presses inside me. A jagged burst of breath comes from his mouth against my neck as he jams his hips forward. I lift my hips to meet him and don’t stop until there’s nowhere left for him to go, until his cock is up against the wall inside me and I tremble with the full feel of him, like an ancient ritual, familiar and important and mind-blowingly exciting. Prickles of pleasure cascade through me as he moves.

Once again, Kace Jennings is my whole world, my universe, and as he penetrates me in every way possible, taking over my senses, my mind and my heart, I want to weep with the joy of it, of the soul-deep need at last fulfilled because he’s back, we’re back.

“God, Glory. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he murmurs as he pumps and moves, at first in a hurry and then slow and I smile at his words at the way he takes me to the top of the universe, to the edge of the stars and back again. The sensation of tumbling comes to me as my sensors well up, expand like the nerve endings are going to explode from my skin, like everything in me is going to burst into a whole new place, and when my nerves finally flare and go off in me like I’m a detonated bomb set off by Kace’s sensual groan in my ear and the clenching of his body and his cock inside me, I let go of everything, all the dammed-up joy and pleasure inside me coming free, nothing holding me together but Kace’s arms around me as I shudder with the enormity and feel like my orgasm has given birth to a new version of myself, banished the old awful things.

I don’t know I’m crying until Kace quiets, his waves of cum winding down, the way I remember they always did. “Shit.” I whisper the word against his ear. He lifts his head and studies me, wipes tears from my cheek.

“What is it, Glory? You okay. Don’t cry, sunshine. It’ll be okay.” He holds me hard. “Whatever it is.”

“So much wasted time, Kace.” He tenses.

“I know, babe. All my fault.”

“No, no, no. I’m not blaming you, not ever.” Why do I have to circle everything, every moment back to the tragedy? “Let’s enjoy this moment. No more looking back. I promise. You said everything would be okay no matter what, right? You can’t take that back now.” Nerves tickle up my spine and I pull him closer on top of me. He rolls us onto our sides, holding me, not loosening up one big. I take a ragged breath in and out, waiting for his response as I stare into his face, the face I adore, the face I missed for too long. He kisses me, a long, lazy, satisfied kiss.

“I should have gone to the women’s clinic earlier today, first thing. But classes and the new dorm and new people… I promise I’ll go tomorrow and get back on the pill.”

“Good idea.” He pauses, “Unless you’d rather… we could always use condoms,” he says with the enthusiasm of a guy going to his last meal. I know he’s thinking of my comfort level, my protection because he’s been with other women.

“No. We never have. I can’t have us starting now. It’s not us.” I stroke his cheek. “I trust you.”

He lets out a long breath into my mouth as he kisses me and I laugh into his mouth. He ends the attempted kiss on a sigh.

“I promise you’ll be safe,” he says. “I’ve been tested. Recently.” The words are meant to reassure me, but I feel them like a punch to my gut, as an irrefutable admission of other women in his life these past three years. Until recently. I try to smile, but my mouth quivers.

“Glad you said that.” I lie. Or I pretend.

He lifts one side of his mouth and I adore that lopsided smile.

“Some things have changed, sunshine, but needing you raw inside me is not one of them.” And just like that, his admission reassures me that we have a chance, dispelling my anxiety.

“Like what’s changed?” I say, convinced his lovemaking feels exactly the way it always did. Perfect.

“Like I didn’t whisper any hockey facts in your ear.”

“Thank god for that.” I laugh. I’d forgotten how it made me laugh when he did.

“Hey, you liked it, admit it. There’s nothing like hockey trivia to get you hot for me.”

I laugh some more, never wanting to stop, and wrap my arms around him, pushing him back down, half covering him with my body and stroke my hand lazily along his glistening skin.

“It is sexy that you have such passion for hockey. I’m so proud of you for pursuing your dream of playing pro. And you’re so close now.”

“One more year. And it’s going to be a fun one. More than the last three years put together.”

“And why is that?” I tease him because I can never get enough of him admitting that he wants me here.

“Because of this, of having you here with me.” He cups my head and pulls my face to his, giving me a deep quick kiss, a seal to prove his words are genuine. “What’s not to love? We have our privacy here. No need to worry about our parents barging in to discover us.”

“True,” I say, thinking of my blissfully ignorant parents. “But in all honesty, I don’t think my parents would mind if they knew we were sleeping together.”

“There’s a world of difference between your parents and mine,” he says and quiets and I wonder where his mind is going. I almost make a silly quip to stop him, when he speaks up again.