Campus God (Campus)

Uncaring of the people who surround us, I lean down and cover her mouth with my own. No matter how many times I kiss her, it never gets old. The need that rushes through my veins only continues to intensify.

Even though we’d only been together for six months when we graduated from Western, I didn’t want us parting ways. Luckily for me, she felt the same and was able to find a job in sunny California as a fashion merchandising buyer for a major high-end retailer. We found an apartment in San Francisco near the bay and couldn’t be happier.

It's kind of unbelievable just how good life is at the moment. And if I have my way, it’ll only get better.

“I see Elaine has already sunk her hooks into you,” she whispers when I pull away. “Now that you’re a famous professional football player, you’re her new favorite person.”

Unable to resist her lure, I smack another kiss against her mouth. “The only thing that matters is that I’m your favorite person. Other than that, I don’t give a damn.”

Her lips curve into a soft smile. It’s one that punches me in the gut every time.

“You are definitely that.”

“Good.”

“Have I thanked you for agreeing to this?”

“Yeah, but you can always thank me again later if you want.” I waggle my brows. “In your special way.”

She slaps at my chest, but the knowing glint that ignites in her eyes tells me that I can count on it happening.

Hell, yeah.

“Plus,” I say, wanting to sound a little more altruistic, “they’re raising money for a good cause, and that makes you happy. So, it’s a win-win in my book.”

Over the last couple of years, Brooke and her mother have been working on repairing their fractured relationship. When I have time off, we fly home for a long weekend. Is it anywhere near perfect?

Nope. Not by a long shot.

But every day it gets a little better. During the last two years, Brooke has become more open with her mom about things that hurt her feelings. Maybe Elaine isn’t the mother she would have picked for herself if given a choice, but she’s the only one she has. They’re both trying to make the best of that situation.

I glance around the crowded room before locking my fingers around her wrist and hustling her sweet ass down a long stretch of hallway. Our shoes click against the ocean of marble floor, and the crowd thins as we reach one of the darkened galleries near the back of the house.

“Crosby,” she gasps as I force her spine to the wall and pin my body against her softer one, “what are you doing?”

I nip at her lips and then chin before sliding down the delicate column of her neck. “What does it look like?”

A whimper escapes from her as I press my mouth against her overflowing cleavage. I really fucking love her tits and the way this dress showcases them.

“Someone could walk in any moment,” she whispers.

“Yup.”

Her fingers tunnel through my hair. Instead of pushing me away, she pulls me closer. I bite the hardened tips of her nipples through the silky material covering them as I drop to my knees and stare up at her. She looks like a fucking goddess with the glittery gown molding to every curve and her hair piled on top of her head with a few stray tendrils left to frame her face.

Her teeth scrape against her lower lip as she throws a cautious glance toward the entrance of the room. Darkness swirls around us as moonlight pours in through the unadorned windows that stretch from floor to ceiling.

My hands delve under her gown, settling on her bare thighs before slowly sliding upward until they reach her panties. I push the fabric out of my way before shoving against the lacy scrap covering her center. A hiss of breath escapes from her as I close over her pussy. Unable to wait, my tongue dips into her sweetness, taking a long lap as the taste of her explodes in my mouth.

This right here is what I live for. And there was no damn way I’d make it through the party without getting a taste.

Even though she’s right, and someone could stumble upon us at any moment, I’m not concerned. We’re in a distant part of the house, away from the festivities taking place, and it won’t take long for her to cry out my name.

After running my tongue over her plump lips, I nibble at her clit, knowing that it’s her Kryptonite. The way she arches her pelvis tells me that she’s close.

“Come for me, baby girl,” I whisper against her soaked flesh.

That’s all it takes for her to splinter apart. I continue to lap at her shuddering softness until her muscles turn lax and her knees weaken. Only then do I place a tender kiss against her damp flesh before tugging the panties back into place. I straighten her gown and rise to my feet. When I press my lips to hers, she opens until our tongues can tangle. I love the taste of her on my lips.