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Mia
Austin had given the dean the surprise of his life when he'd walked into his office with me, and I’d noticed the quick check of what he’d been about to say, and what he could say now that I had company. I was thankful to the elite status at this moment in time. And I never expected to feel that way. I’ve never liked the elite, and then when I’d met Zac, I’d hated them. But with Austin, with the BB crew, it’s a family.
Loyalty.
Respect.
I know they have my back.
I'd never been in the oak room, what nerd gets called to the see the dean? The floor to ceiling windows have the perfect view of the lacrosse pitch in the distance.Austin’s harsh words hadn't been needed in the end. I don't need two of us getting into trouble because of what I’d done and would do again if provoked. It makes a change as Austin usually pulls me into trouble.
It turns out that one call from Coach had changed his mind and the whole business is now sorted. I have no idea what Coach said to him, but that man is a force to be reckoned with. I've beenin a daze since leaving his office, mostly because I’d expected a suspension. I don’t know how I would have explained it all to Mom. It’s not the issue with the dean I have to worry about if she finds out, it’s the fact she will push her way into his office and then we would have more problems. Not only do I get my sass from her, I get the quick anger.
I'd left his office with an apology, mostly down to Austin demanding one, in a roundabout way. He doesn't have the right to demand things, unlike Coach. Austin sighs as he opens his apartment door and steps aside, letting me walk ahead of him. We aren't going back to the boathouse? I don't know why I hadn't asked him on the walk here. Don't the crew need him on clean up? His finger brushes aside my hair, his eyes holding me in place. I know it’s completely the wrong moment to do this, but I want to kiss him again, and I think he sees the need. The silence seeps into the room. Holding us here. Frozen.
In one breath, that changes.
Without hesitation, he palms my ass and lifts me before our lips crash together. I give him permission. I can’t deny him, or me, anything. Not anymore. I’m aware he’s walking us to his bedroom, but I lean into the desire, rush headlong into this kiss, as his tongue explores my mouth creating a very distinctive throb between my thighs. As we enter the bedroom, he’s quick to break the kiss and drop me on his sheets. “Is this how you treat all your girls?” I pant.
He smirks and then drags his tee over his head. “One girl. You have to know by now that it’s you…”
I swallow. God. I don’t know what to say as my eyes trace his face, memorize the shape of his lips, the quirk at the corners.
“You like what you see?”
I lick my lips, watching his eyes follow the motion. “I might…”
He kicks his jeans off and gives me my first view of the tent he’s sporting.
Holy.
Fuck.
I hadn’t known he’d been packing an oar in there, too.
I swallow as he chuckles. My pink rabbit is not going to live up to expectations if this is the new standard.
He hooks his thumbs into the hoops of my jeans and slowly pulls them down my legs, dropping them to the floor, he kneels there as his finger moves up the back of my calf, along the dip of my knee. I gasp and drop my head back onto the sheets. The moment his fingertip circles at the hem of my panties, my eyes snap open. I watch him, the hazel keeping me locked on him as his finger strokes the full length of me over the material. I moan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I let myself drop from my elbows.
“My name, M.I.A., my name is the only thing you moan,” he demands as his finger completes the same journey, over and over again. I bite my lip, feeling the tightening low in my belly.
His finger continues leisurely over my stomach before lifting my tee and pushing it over my head, locking it at my arms and closing me into the material, like a blindfold “Austin?”
“Close your eyes.”
I pant as his finger dances along my breast, my bra restricting access to my nipple, but they’ve pebbled, eager for his touch, and he teases them. I pant, lifting my ass and clenching my thighs to soothe the ache that needs attention.
“Where do you want me?” he whispers, as his breath brushes across my pebbled nipple.
Fuck! I can’t see him, but the sensations are driving me crazy.
“Here?” His finger rolls around my nipple.
I breathe, his name almost leaving my lips.
“Or here?” His tongue licks at the hem of my panties.
