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“Yes. Lick, shoot, suck, got it.” She kind of danced in place and punched the air with a right-left-right as if she were a fighter warming up for a game. I raised a brow, staring at her. “What? I’m getting ready.”
I centered the lime between my lips, pulp out, and waited. She entered my space again, and damn, her lips latched onto my skin and sucked. Her tongue teased among the salt along my neck like she was making out with me. And I didn’t stop her. My breath caught; I was getting partial wood over my best friend’s little sister.
She detached and slammed back the shot. But I forgot to warn her about the taste and burn.
“Ugh!” The look on her face was priceless. I almost spit out the lime and laughed at her, but pointed to the lime in my mouth instead.
She placed her hands on my cheeks and before I could pull back, her mouth was on mine. As her tongue played along the pulp of the lime between us, I stared at her with my eyes as round as a full moon. Her eyes were closed and her lips were doing things to me that sent the blood rushing to my cock. It didn’t help that she moaned.
By the time she released me and held the lime in her mouth, I desperately needed to adjust myself.
She took the lime out and smiled. “I liked it. Can we do it again? Only this time, please, can we do the naval shot?” Her eyes roamed down my body to where my t-shirt hemline stopped above my jeans waistband.
What the fuck was happening? I tried to do Mia a favor, but I ended up all messed up in the head by her lips and eyes. And body. Before I could think more about it, Cruz showed up in the kitchen.
“Oh hey, you two. You should see the huge bong being passed around outside. Well, not you Mia, but Teddy, come on.” He grabbed two cans of beer and handed me one.
The cold aluminum in my right hand did wonders for cooling me down. I snatched the other shot off the counter and knocked it back down my throat. “Yep, let’s go.” I didn’t dare look at Mia again until later that night—
“Class dismissed. See you all on Thursday.” Grown-up Mia’s voice snapped me back to attention and the present. My eyes zeroed in on her, replacing the kid in my memories with her womanly figure. Particularly her hair, styled up, neatly stacked in a coiled bun with a pencil lodged through the center, keeping it in place. What I wouldn’t give to pull that pencil and watch as her shiny locks fell down her back in luscious waves? Or to hold on to her hair while I entered her from behind—
Jeez, dude, check yourself. This is Mia, who is like a kid sister to you. Maybe taking this class wasn’t such a great idea.
Everyone around me gathered their things and left. But I waited. Some students lingered at her desk, asking questions, including James Williamson. When he saw his chance, he pounced.
“Hi, Dr. Reyes. I don’t know if you remember me? We were in band together at Glendale Falls High when I was a freshman and you were a senior. I remember you. You played a nice flute.” He sat a hip on the corner of her desk and winked. Okay, I officially didn’t like the cocky attitude of this guy.
“Oh, right. French horn?”
“Tuba. Yeah, I’ve gotten in shape since high school. I don’t eat carbs. I lift three times a week. Do you work out?” His eyes scanned her body. Yep, I’d drop kick his ass any moment.
I cleared my dry throat. Both of them noticed me still in the room.
“I have little time to workout, unless you count the walks all over campus each day. But it’s nice to run into you again, Jim. If you don’t have any further questions, I need to run to another meeting.” She smiled politely and gathered her things.
“Sure, no worries. We can talk more at another time. Of course, I know where to find you, two days a week right here in class.” His conceited laugh echoed around the room behind him as he left.
Finally, we were alone. She bent over, stashing her heels in her broken bag and putting on boots more fitting for the snow.
“Hey, Mia. Look at you. A professor. You always knew what you wanted and where you were going. Smarty pants,” I teased, using yet another nickname we had for her in high school, and held the door open for her as we left the room.
“I have to admit I’m in shock seeing you. What are you doing here, Ted—I mean, Theo?”
“I’m a civilian again. Taking advantage of the government’s generosity and trying to make something of myself with a degree. I’m majoring in engineering, I hope.”
“Wow. Good for you.” She paused when the sidewalk came to a junction. Staring up into my eyes, the sun gleaming off the snow made the familiar warm flecks in the depths of her eyes dance.
“Can we go get a coffee together? I’d love to catch up. Have you heard from your brother lately?”
She looked around and hesitated. “Oh, I’d love to. But I have a ton of work to do to prepare for these classes. It’ll be a late night for me—”
“Which means you need caffeine, right? Come on, Mia Twain. We’re family friends who need to catch up, for old time’s sake. I’ll buy you two cups, in fact. One to drink and one to take home for your all nighter.” I poked a finger at the stack of books and papers in her arms and flashed her my best smile.
She laughed. “Okay fine. There’s a coffee shop a block off campus this way. We’ll drop these things in my car first.”
I followed her. And like old times, I’d probably follow her anywhere. I couldn’t help myself. She was mine to protect, as if I’d made some secret pact with the past to watch over her until the end.
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