Crushing On The Bully (Crushing on You 2)

Clarissa kissed him with her eyes open, watching as he kicked his jeans away and then lowered his boxers freeing his hardness. Her fingers wrapped around his girth and she was surprised to find how smooth and soft it felt against her palm. She stroked him slowly, moving her hand up and down his shaft as he kissed her.

Skull’s fingers moved between her thighs. His every movement made her want him more. She wanted the hardness her hand held inside of her body. Clarissa deepened the kiss and guided him into her body.

She wrapped her arms around Skull’s neck as she lost herself to the pleasure of him moving inside of her.

“I can’t believe it,” Clarissa thought to herself, “I never thought... Oh! God above me! This feels good!”

Her awe at being one with him was quickly lost to the pleasure that their closeness created. She bit her lip as her body moved in time with his until the fire that had been building in her belly exploded.

“Skull,” Clarissa gasped in pleasure, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Clarissa,” Skull murmured in her ear. His voice was thick and reflected back her pleasure.

Chapter Thirteen

“Jared!” Clarissa called dashing down the steps after him.

“I’m running late, Bookworm,” Jared called back to her, “Today’s the last class before the midterm and I can’t afford to miss any of it.”

“I know, but I just checked the mail and there’s a letter you might want to see,” Clarissa said.

“Whatever it is will just have to wait until I get home,” Jared said, “I’ll see you later, love ya, Bookworm.”

“I love you too,” she called back to him and sprinted back up the steps.

“He’s going to be furious when he gets home,” Clarissa laughed to herself, “Like seriously mad at himself for not hearing me out.”

She looked down at the letter and smiled nervously.

“Aaron Thomas,” was written along with a return address, in messy handwriting that reminded Clarissa of the notes Jared had written her four years ago, that were now tucked neatly away in a keepsake box, stored on the top shelf of their closet.

It still felt weird to think of what was once ‘her closet’ as ‘their closest’, but it was a nice feeling, too. Jared had moved in with her a little over a year ago.

“It only makes sense,” Clarissa told him when she first brought it up, “We’re losing sleep and driving like maniacs, to spend every night together. We’re nearly always either both here or at your place.”

“Are you really asking me to move in with you, Bookworm?” he had asked.

Clarissa smiled and shook her head at the nickname that he still called her, but now the word were was more like a term of endearment.

“Yes,” she nodded.

The next weekend he moved into Clarissa’s apartment, because it was nicer, not to mention bigger and with a better bathroom. All of these things she had used in the debate of where they would live.

Clarissa laid the letter aside and finished washing the dishes. She didn’t have class today, but she had to go into work tonight. Tomorrow was Tuesday her busiest day of the week, when classes and work kept her out for a straight fourteen hours. It was Tuesdays that made her grateful for Jared.

It always made her smile when she thought about how she’d sleepily crawl into bed next to him at the end of the worst days and he’d make her feel better. Her class schedule was busier this year than it had been the previous two years, because she was finally taking the classes that actually mattered to her major of Elementary Education.

Clarissa spent the day catching up on homework and surfing the web, but her mind wasn’t on her tasks. She kept wondering if getting a letter from Aaron would be a good thing or if it would turn Jared back into Skull? Sure, she’d fallen in love with him when he was still stomping around like a bad ass and a bully, but Clarissa preferred the quiet life they had now. For a moment she considered throwing the letter away, but knew she couldn’t do that to Jared. Such an act would be a violation of everything they had built together.

“Hey,” Jared said, kicking off his shoes at the door.

“Your letter’s on the table,” Clarissa smiled at him.

“What’s with you and the mail today, Bookworm? You didn’t like order me another book or something did you? I still haven’t found time to make an attempt at the last one,” he laughed.

“It’s pretty good, I’ve already finished it,” Clarissa laughed, “but no, it’s a letter, Jared, not a book.”

“Good, hopefully it’s a short letter because I’m starving and thought we’d hit the diner around the corner before you head to work,” Jared said and gave Clarissa what was meant to be a quick kiss, but she put a hand on either side of his face and plunged her tongue into his mouth.