Holding On To Heaven (Allendale Four 2)

“You tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered.

I shook my head. “Don’t hold back. Don’t you fucking dare, Anderson.”

He nodded and hot want flickered in his eyes. I may regret that last request.

With the flick of my tongue I did what I could to help ease a little of his stress and prove to him that I could love him on my own terms, in my own way. I proved this and more when he leaned back in his seat and let me take control, allowing me to enjoy his body as much as he enjoyed mine.

14

Following our activity (AKA: “best blow job ever”) Anderson crashed for a nap. I did rouse him long enough to get in a solid thirty minutes of studying before he had to head down to the gym.

“I hope I didn’t screw up your night or the exam tomorrow.”

It was a quiet moment outside his dorm and he took a chance and kissed my puffy lips against the wall by the front steps. “Not a chance. If anything, I think you may just be my good luck charm.”

I laughed. “I doubt that. Hard work and a killer level of commitment don’t need luck.”

He kissed me once more before pulling away and brushing my hair out of my eyes. “See you later?”

“I’ll be there,” I said. Then flinched. “I may have to leave early, though. My dad asked me to run an errand for him.”

“At night?”

I shrugged. “It’s with the University Church group. Pretty tame crowd.”

“Ah, right. Make one of the guys go with you, okay? You don’t need to walk around campus at night, even if it’s to church.”

I nodded and pushed him in the direction of the gym. He was going to be late.

“Go. Kick some ass, or swim fast. Or whatever the hell the right cheer is.”

He winked and finally left.

When I returned to my suite, loud music thumped behind Ruthie and Samantha’s door. I wondered how pissed Ruthie was about our argument after class. I knew better than to let jealousy get to me, but sometimes it was hard. Those boys made me as territorial as I made them.

“Hey,” I said to Amber, who was sitting on her bed, focused on her laptop. I hooked my bag over my desk chair and flopped on the bed.

“Any chance you’d be up for a church social tonight?”

“What? Is that code for fraternity party or something? Or is this like a cult thing? Because I am not sure I’d fit in,” she said, pushing her glasses into her hair. She’d recently cut her bangs super short. I was envious of her ability to pull off such a dramatic look.

“Nah. My dad wants me to go to this thing and meet a guy named Noah. Dad has some connection with his father. I’m supposed to go meet him—play nice.”

She tilted her head. “Just meet him?”

“Well, I don’t think it’s an arranged marriage introduction.” God, I hoped not.

“I’d love to be your wing-woman but I’m meeting Ginger tonight.”

I sat up. “Ooh. Again? Things are getting serious?”

Amber smiled. “I really like her.”

“Have you told Ben?”

She nodded. “The only way an open relationship will work is if we’re honest with one another. I think he’s been on a few dates at his school.”

“And you’re good with that?” Her kind of open relationship was way different from my relationships with the boys. We didn’t fool around with outsiders and we were totally committed.