Finding Our Course (Finding our Way 3)
“I love you, too, Devon Harris,” he says against my lips.
The next instant, I’m on my back and Bryce is reaching for his pants for a condom. I’m still wearing his shirt, and it lays open, baring my naked body to him. He rolls on the condom and then reaches down to touch me. I’m already soaking wet just thinking about him inside of me again. When he lines himself against me and pushes in, the invasion is welcome. Just like last night, he fills me completely but slows to allow my body to adjust.
“Mine,” he moans against my lips.
“Yours,” I confirm.
“Forever.”
Nodding my head against his, I allow him to make love to me until we’re both shouting each other’s name.
Chapter 11
It’s been three weeks since I dropped Bryce off at the airport, and I’ve cried every day. Everything changed that weekend, and being apart is killing me inside. I miss him terribly, and he seems to miss me just as much.
When we got home from D.C., Quinn and I decided to cook dinner that night because we figured it was better than trying to go to a restaurant. Even though she didn’t have sex, Quinn had an equally monumental night with Dean after they left the exhibit. They finally talked and decided that it wasn’t casual for either of them. They decided to put a label on their relationship.
Bryce never left my side for the rest of the weekend. We were as social as possible, but it was hard to keep our hands off one another. We only left my room a few times on Sunday, and one of those was to tell Dean goodbye. So when I had to take Bryce to the airport, after spending four nights wrapped in his arms and endless hours wrapped around his body, I was hysterical.
Nate and Bryce’s Spring Break starts today, and they are driving here for the week. We’ll spend this weekend together, and then they go to Norfolk for a few days to see the base while I’m in school. Then Quinn and I are driving over to Virginia Beach to close out their trip.
I’ve spent two days cleaning and getting ready for them to arrive. Besides school, it’s the only thing that keeps me busy.
“Whew, smells like Fabuloso,” Quinn says walking in the door from class.
“Couldn’t help it. Cleaned the kitchen again,” I respond.
“You know we can eat off the counters right?”
I shrug my shoulders and grab my laptop.
“What time are they supposed to be here again?”
“In an hour. I’d call Bryce again, but Nate threatened me.”
“A little obsessive?” she jokes.
“Laugh all you want. I can’t wait.”
“What exactly are you going to do about your brother?”
“What do you mean?”
“You two aren’t exactly quiet.”
“I guess we’ll have to be aware. Maybe you can help me plow Nate with beer so he passes out.”
“I’ll try, but I’d hate to see him beat Bryce’s ass.”
“Shut up!” I throw a pillow at her head.
“Well, as your best friend, I’ll try my best to get you laid as many times as possible without Nate throwing a full on hissy fit.”
“And that is why I love you.”
“One of the many reasons. What ya looking at?” She motions to the computer screen.
“I’m checking out a new program offered to Journalism majors. We can apply, and they send groups to select locations around the world to cover certain stories. They’ve had some volunteers from the top news organizations to lead groups. We could get up to nine credit hours this summer if accepted.”