Falling For Dad's College Rival

I’ll take care of everything, forever.

She seems to have trouble standing, looking like her knees might give out.

A little mew of arousal escapes her lips as her eyes flutter back into her pretty head, and I know I’m not imagining it.

She needs more than kissing right now. She needs my mouth over her sweet pussy, pleasuring her like she’s never known until she comes on my face.

“Trent…” she moans, and I move over to her in a second, gripping her close, demanding she tells me what she wants.

“Say it,” I tell her. “Say you want me, say you want more than just a kiss and I promise I’ll never stop. Say you’ll be mine,” I ask her again.

Her small hands clutch at me and her head nods eagerly as I catch her fully in my arms, her whole body shaking with a desire to match my own.

I can feel the heat of her body, the warmth of her lips so close to mine as I bend over her.

My heart thumping in time with hers pressed hard against my chest, I vow to do more than just kiss her.

I’ll claim her as my own, fill her with my seed, and then I can rest easy, knowing I have what I’ve waited my whole life for.

It sounds like it’s coming from far away, but I hear the faint chime of her cell phone as another huge thunderclap explodes over the building and the lights dim and flicker.

But I don’t take my eyes off hers for a second.

This is our moment. My moment.

I’m staking my claim. Brooke Wheatley will be mine.

Chapter Eleven

Brooke

Everything, the whole night leading up to this as well as my own sorry existence all makes sense in the same moment.

We’ve both danced around the real questions, and after I finally get up the courage, Trent follows my lead.

My phone is ringing. I know who it is, but the weather above us, all around us is like the same power drawing Trent and me ever closer.

A force of nature.

A kiss, but it’s more than that. I can feel it unlocking parts of me, opening them up for him, as well as binding the two of us.

Not just for tonight, or tomorrow. But forever, for always, like Trent said, he’s an all-or-nothing kind of guy.

And from this moment on, I know I’m all his and he’s certainly my guy from now on.

God knows how or even why, but when something so magical happens, it all just makes sense and for the first time in my life I’m not telling myself I’m this or that.

I’m not telling myself I don’t deserve to be happy or no man could ever want me.

In Trent’s arms, with his lips hard on mine, I’m not thinking anything anymore.

It all just seemed to happen by itself, and just as well. I thought I was gonna pop if I had to stand here listening to him talk about what to eat for the second or third time tonight.

I thought guys had a one-track mind? But I never expected Trent’s to be solely focused on food, but it turns out he’s been thinking the same as me since we got started tonight.

I’m no expert on kissing, but it feels like Trent is, or maybe it’s just everything about him feels so right.

Letting go, I can feel my body yield to his as we start to explore each other. His huge body easily lifting me up as if I weigh nothing as my own hands cling to his chest then spread out.

I can’t believe how solid the man is, he feels like pure muscle under his shirt but at the same time, he’s soft enough for me to want to snuggle up to for life.

But there’s something else, harder than Trent’s chest pressing into me, it’s his own arousal letting me know that there’s more than just kissing on the menu.

Like the man said, he’s an all-or-nothing kind of guy.

And I can’t say he didn’t give me fair warning, but boy. If the whole room doesn’t feel like it’s spinning.

Like all of this is happening too fast.

When we both come up for some air, he asks if I’m okay. If it’s too much too fast, but I feel my head shaking rapidly.

My voice purring into his ear that I’m all his, that he can do whatever he wants.

Wow. Who let the new and improved Brooke out of her box?

His low growl of satisfaction has an edge of urgency to it, which I have to admit, I’m kinda feeling myself.

Kissing is all well and good, but there’s an ache, almost like an itch deep inside me someplace and I know it’s only something Trent can fix.

Having scooped me up, I hook my arms around his strong neck and staring into his eyes the whole way and I know just where he’s taking me.