“Hey.”
He brakes at a stop sign and looks full-on at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. “Thanks for going with me,” he says softly.
“No prob, Bob.” I squeeze his shoulder, but it’s not enough. I nuzzle the softness of his shirt sleeve with my cheek.
I feel embarrassed as I pull away. Where did these tender feelings come from? I feel so... needy around him. Not just for sex.
This feeling is new to me. I think on it as he circles the psych building, and I decide it’s a sensation of comfort—and affection. I’m comfortable around him—more so than I’ve ever been with any guy, come to think of it—and out of my comfort comes this... gladness. And appreciation. Gratefulness, I guess.
I think, as he edges nearer to the drop-off point and I begin to contemplate being in class—sitting at my desk; the teacher’s caramel coffee; the dreadful small group study we always do—that maybe the worst thing about life is being “out and about” and having to just... be you. They say hell is other people. I believe that. But what I didn’t know until now is so can heaven be.
Kellan brakes at the mouth of the walkway to the building, and I flash a silly smile at him. “You know, you’re a kinky bastard.”
“And?” His mouth quirks.
“I love it. That’s all.” His big hand comes over my head. I lean back. “You’re messing up my hair.”
He lunges for me with both hands outstretched.
“Eeeep!” I shrink against the window.
He surprises me by leaning over, framing me with his arms—his palms against the window—and leaning in to kiss me... on my nose.
“Kinky?” He wiggles his brows.
I reach out and ruffle his hair. He leans in and... closes his mouth over my boob? “Kellan!” His teeth clamp around my nipple and his warm tongue flattens over it. He nips a little, hard enough so I can feel it through my bra. I feel a shot of heat between my legs.
“People will seeeee!” I push against his blond head and he leans back, grinning.
I look down. “There’s a wet spot!”
“More than one I’d bet.”
I hmph. “You’re evil.”
He just lifts his brows and lays his hand between his legs. I feel another burst of warmth between my thighs as his fingers curve around a huge erection.
“God... that’s hot. I’m not going to lie.”
“Good.” His voice is low; a purr.
He reaches for me again. I slap at his hand. “I’ve gotta go!” I giggle—not a sound my mouth is used to making.
Kellan’s eyes are hooded. His smile back is dark. He pushes the base of his palm against his dick one more time, watching my face as I watch him.
“I’m putting you on Smuffins,” I say. “It’s decided. Secret footage... upload, BAM. Everyone gets to enjoy. Your dick is so big.”
He strokes it and smirks. “What happened to ‘I’ve gotta go?’”
“I do! Now leave!” I slide down from the Escalade and pull my shorts up—high. Then I bend down, pushing my ass into the triangle of space created by my open door.
I hear him groan as I straighten up and grin. “What? Just dropped my pencil.”
I catch that dark look in his eyes again as I slam the door shut.
When I sit down in my desk in class, my phone’s screen lights up with a text.
‘Hope that ass is ready. Tonight... Pick u up at 5 after your art class?’