Not My Hero

She grins, her blue eyes sparkling like sapphires. “Yes! I can’t wait. This is going to be so amazing.”

I let out a chuckle, loving her reaction. It’s infectious, making my heartbeat speed up. “I’m glad it’s close enough to home, and we don’t have to leave Mom alone.”

“Yeah, we can commute like we’re doing with school now,” Brie agrees.

“We’ll save money by not having to pay for housing,” I add.

Brie nods, and when I steer the truck into a parking area, her eyes dart over our surroundings, murmuring, “It’s massive.”

Once I’ve parked the truck, we climb out and interweaving our fingers, we both grin happily as we walk to a vast expanse of lawn.

“I love all the trees,” Brie gasps as she continues to drink in our surroundings.

“I think that’s the administration office,” I mention as I gesture toward a modern building to our left. Entering the office space, there’s a line, and we have to wait five minutes before we can get brochures and find out where the relevant classes are situated on campus.

Our enthusiasm keeps growing as we walk around, taking in all the students and getting swept up in the feel of college life.

We spend our entire Friday afternoon on the campus and even stop at the coffee house to each get a bagel and cappuccino.

“I can get used to this,” I murmur before I take a bite.

“Mmh-hhm,” Brie mumbles around her food, and then she groans, “So nice.”

Like a typical guy, one eyebrow pops up at hearing the sound, and all brain activity is redirected to my cock.

I have to shake my head and clear my throat to get out of the trance, long enough to mutter, “When you’re done, we can head home.”

“Okay.”

I scarf down the rest of my bagel, and the instant Brie’s done, I discard our trash and drag her to the truck.

When I open the passenger door, Brie asks, “What’s the hurry?’

“It’s our last night before Mom’s back,” I explain. I wait for Brie to climb in, then shut the door and walk around the front. Sliding behind the steering wheel, I continue, “Which means it’s our last night to make out.”

A burst of laughter explodes from Brie. “Now, I get it.” While I reverse the truck, Brie scoots closer to me, and making air-quotes with her fingers, she teases, “So we’re watching ‘The Flash’ again?”

“Not a chance in hell,” I chuckle.I manage to regain control over my hormones during the drive home. That’s until Brie leans back against my chest. We’re sitting on the floor, and my back is resting against the couch. Shit, I can’t focus on The Flash even if my life depended on it.

I pull one arm free from where it’s wrapped around her and placing my hand on her shoulder, I lightly run my fingers down to her wrist, just wanting to touch her.

She’s so damn soft. Like silk.

I lower my head, and when my breath skims against her neck, goosebumps spread out over her skin.

With the show totally forgotten, I drink in her every reaction to me touching her.

Again, I trail my fingers up and down the length of her arm. My lips curve up when more goosebumps follow my fingers. I move my hand to her hip and brush it along the side of her leg, to her knee, and then back again.

I’m entranced by her response to my touch. I pull my other hand free and bring it to her jaw. Turning her face toward me, I let my breath fan over her jaw.

Her hands drop to my thighs, and she grips hold of the fabric of my sweatpants.

My mouth brushes down her neck to where her pulse is racing, and I groan, “I want to touch you.” My hand moves from the outside of her knee to the inside. “Can I?”

Brie nods and murmurs, “Okay.” As I slide my fingers down between her legs, her breaths flutter over her lips.

When I cover her mound, the heat I feel coming from her makes my eyes drift shut. I begin to rub my palm against her, and as her breaths start to come faster, I move my other hand to her breast.

Awareness of how womanly she is, shudders through me. It’s taking all my control to keep my touch gentle, and I clench my teeth.

An overwhelming need to consume her almost robs me of my self-restraint, and for a moment, my touch grows harder. I squeeze her breast, and my palm rubs feverishly between her legs.

By some miracle, I manage to regain some control over the need coursing through my veins, and I slow my movements. Knowing it’s the first time she’s being touched like this, I want to make it special for her.

I press a kiss to her pulse, and feeling how madly it’s beating, I move my hand to the band of her sweatpants and slip it under the fabric. Brie’s breaths race over her parted lips, her eyes hooded by her lashes. I let my fingers run along the seam of her panties before I push beneath them.