Nothing But Wild (Malibu University 2)

I love this girl. She’s the best partner anyone could ever wish for. Looking up into her sweet face, my chest expands and a fist gets stuck in my throat. Gently, I reach up and wrap my fingers around her small wrist, take the gauze out of her hand. Those big brown eyes meet mine.

“I love you…you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Taking her hand, I place it over my pounding heart and cover it with mine. “I love you,” I say louder, clearer, with every fiber of my being until she hears it in her dreams.

Her eyes well with tears, her lips tremble.

“I love you, Kitten.”

Standing, I kiss her gently as I slip the bathing suit straps off her shoulders, hook a finger in the fabric, pull it down and expose her beautiful body. Then I kiss her, make love to her mouth, let her make love to mine. Her small hands push down my swim trunks and cup my balls, strokes my shaft the way I like it. She’s come a long way since that first night and she gets braver every time.

“I love you too.”

I lift her onto the counter, fish a condom out of the drawer on the left and roll it on as she watches. I need her. I need to bury myself inside of her and forget the world exists because outside the two of us, it’s all shit anyway.

“This way,” she says, sliding off the counter and facing the mirror. She presses he ass back into my dick and rubs up against me. My hands cup her breast and she throws her head back against my shoulder. I’ve never had this level of intimacy with anyone. With Beth I was too young and the rest I simply didn’t care about. Dora owns me. My body, my heart, my mind. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to be with her. Nothing I wouldn’t resort to to protect her.

Grabbing her hips, I enter her from behind and she whimpers. Her hand on the mirror, palm flat, her eyes trained on me. She watches as I drive my body into hers, give her everything I’ve got. Body and soul. I’m all in. We move against each other in counterpoint, and she rides me over the edge. I come right after her, a painful cry ripped out of me. Sated, content, grateful. I bask in us. Until I remember all these feelings are temporary.

Dora

That’s three times last night. On any given day, Dallas has a high sex drive, but last he was insatiable. Not that I’m complaining. He’s dead asleep when I leave for class in the morning. I place the briefest of kisses on his lips and whisper, “Dream a little dream of me.”

Two days later, after the epic sex marathon, something is very wrong with my relationship. I didn’t notice it at first because I was so busy studying for the GRE. And I don’t want to slip into paranoia, but I haven’t seen him and he’s barely texted. Even our evening calls have been brief and distant, which is completely unlike him.

Now that he has a car, he’s been driving himself to the shelter, our schedules no longer overlapping. Problem is, he’s already missed two shifts this week.

He’s not obligated to help out. The hours he needed for his community service were satisfied months ago, and no one is holding his feet to the fire, but had Vi and Mika known he was going to flake-out they could have arranged for some other volunteer to fill in. And that isn’t all that’s wrong.

Spotting him across the quad, I catch him laughing it up with two girls and a guy I don’t recognize and make my way over.

“Dallas…”

He turns, and spotting me, his face goes blank, the humor that was there a second ago just disappears, drops right off his face. No kiss, no smile, no affection, no indication I’m his girlfriend. Nothing. My stomach drops.

“You m-missed your t-time at the shelter again,” I say as soon as I catch up with him.

“I can’t do this right now…” he replies, searching around for an escape hatch. “Maybe later. After I study for my comm test we can talk.”

So cold, so distant. I have a hunch why he’s doing it, but for now I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt because I trust him and that’s what you do for the people you love.

“Okay…no p-pres-sure…I understand…are we doing something tonight?” I dare to ask with my heart jammed in my throat.

He makes a pained face. “Going out with the guys tonight.”

He hasn’t been out with his friends in a long time so I don’t fret. It’s not fair of me to highjack all his time. That’s not the bad part.

“Who is that?” I overhear one of the girls he’s standing with ask as I’m walking away. And that’s when all my fears come to life. Because the sweet boy I fell in love with is nowhere to be found. He’s been replaced by an unfeeling traitor.