“I already wrote most of the initial draft,” she confessed. “Later, we can go over it together.”

  “What? I should spank you.”

  “In your dreams.”

  “Actually…” My hand smacked onto her behind, and she jumped. With a laugh, she wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “Just think of it this way. We have more time for other things.”

  “Yes, we do.” Standing with her in my arms, I strode toward the girls’ bedroom.

  “That one,” she said, pointing to the bunk of the wall closest to the door.

  “My bed is right on the other side of that wall,” I told her as I lay her down on the mattress and came down over her. She moaned, pulling me to her and arching her body into mine.

  “God, you feel good.” While we kissed, I moved with her, rocking my body into hers in an imitation of what we were about to do. My tongue tangled with hers. Our hands explored, hers pulling at my shirt.

  “Off,” she demanded.

  “Whatever you want.” Reaching behind my neck, I yanked it over my head then tossed it to the side. Kneeling over her, I leaned in to kiss her while I worked her top off, too. Bronte squirmed beneath me to help. As soon as her tank joined my tee on the floor, she pressed her lips to my chest. Her mouth and hands explored while she learned me and sent pleasure skating over my skin.

  “You feel good, too.” She palmed my chest then slid her hands down to where my fingers fumbled with the button on my shorts. “Harrison, we’ve never talked about it, but I’ve never… I’m a virgin.”

  “I guessed that the other day.” I cupped her cheek, bringing her gaze to me. “You’re it for me, too. First kiss, first girlfriend, first for sex. Only for all that, too.”

  “Yes, Harrison. Only.”

  “We’ll learn everything together.” And together, we pushed off my shorts and underwear. I didn’t rush to remove the rest of her clothes. God, I wanted her naked, but I wanted her comfortable with me, too. Bronte’s hand went immediately to my erection, long and proud between us. She stroked upward, squeezing.

  “I may have read a few things,” she confessed.

  I gritted my teeth as she continued. “Whatever you read, you learned it well. Fuck…” I was on the edge of coming as she jacked her hand up and down my length then back up to swipe her thumb over my damp tip.

  “Don’t make me come,” I begged.

  “But I want you to.”

  “I want to be in you before that.” Taking matters into my own hands, I adjusted so I could pull down her bra cup and immediately covered the hard, pink nipple with my mouth. She whined when I moved out of her grasp, but it turned into a moan as I sucked on that pert tip, flicking my tongue at the peak, over and over. Bronte drove her hands into my hair while she pushed into my persistent sucking. I let go with a pop then moved to devour the other.

  I forced myself to take my time and not rush. We had all day to learn each other, though I was pretty sure I’d die if I wasn’t inside her soon, claiming her for all time. I felt as if I’d already waited an eternity.

  Her legs scissored against mine, her feet running along my calves. Her body was wild beneath me, and her hands touched me everywhere she could reach. My head…my back…my face…my chest, shoulders and arms. She’d also unfastened her bra at some point, and I pulled it completely off then pushed up to look down at her heavy breast that overflowed my hands when I cupped them. She cried out when I strummed my thumbs over the reddened tips.

  “Please, Harrison, please….”

  I kissed one of her nipples then trailed my mouth down her torso, laving and nipping the soft skin on my way to her center. She shivered as my tongue circled her navel. To my deepest part, I needed this to be good for her. Better than good. Mind-blowing. It already was for me. She was my every fantasy.

  I grasped her waistband with my teeth, growling playfully and tugging. Bronte giggled and raised her hips.

  “Mine,” I grated.

  “All yours.”

  My fingers flicked open the button on the denim, then I tugged her pants and panties down, revealing my paradise. Bronte naked. Sweet patron saint of all gamers… I just returned victorious and reaped the victor’s reward.

  “Wow, you must like what you see. That’s pretty serious stuff,” she murmured, letting me know I’d spoken aloud.

  “Sorry. Deep inside I’ll always be—”

  “Perfect,” she interrupted, covering my mouth with her hand. “You’re my perfect guy who knows when to work hard and when to play hard. My chaotic good warrior.”

  She winked at me. Fucking winked. In the middle of us finally making love. And right that second, I knew. She’d been created for me.

  I grabbed her wrist and kissed her palm. Sloppily, so she giggled, because Bronte’s laugh gave me life. Now that I’d unintentionally lightened the mood, I returned to what I’d started. With her bottoms off, I pushed wide her thighs then covered her exposed pussy with my mouth. One hand held her parted, and I lapped at her folds. Her sweet nectar was mine and I was claiming it, drinking it up, while she writhed.

  “Harrison, Harrison…” she chanted then screamed when I found that mythical bundle of nerves that drove her mad. Pushing a finger inside her fluttering walls while she climaxed, I reclaimed what I’d finger-fucked yesterday. Today, she’d take my cock. All of it. Until neither of us could move. Slowly, I worked her open until I could add a second finger and then a third. It was so tight, and I knew even now, she’d strangle my dick. I craved it with everything in me.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, checking in on her. Her chest and neck were flushed. One hand grasped me while the other touched randomly on her body as she moved with me.

  “No,” she moaned. “I need more. I need you. I’m ready. Please don’t wait anymore.”

  Carefully, I pulled away my hand and licked the cream off my fingers. She tasted better than the best dessert I’d ever had. Bronte watched me, her tongue flicking over her bottom lip, and I leaned in, kissing her to give her a taste while I aligned my glans with her opening.

  “No going back,” I told her.

  “Never want to. It was point of no return the day I met you.”

  Swallowing hard, her words choking me up, I pushed forward. My eyes never left her face. I saw her lips part, her anticipation, the wince of pain, and against everything that told me to stop, I didn’t. I pushed deep until I was impaled as far as I could go in her, wrapped in the warm fist of her pussy. I stilled. Waiting. Breathing with her. I stroked the hair back from her face and dropped light kisses on her cheeks.

  “Harrison… God. It feels so…full. Big.”

  Then probably wasn’t the time to gloat, but I was sure glad I satisfied. “You’re okay?”

  She moved slightly then gave me a small smile. “I think I’ll be more okay when you move.”

  I was almost afraid to. I was on the edge of coming, the tension on my lower back pulsing and my heavy balls drawn up with the need to release. But I did what she wanted, pulling back and groaning in agonized pain from the glory of her tight vise milking me.

  Pushing back in was just as much a torturous heaven. But Bronte moved with me. Together, we thrust and retreated until I pistoned wildly into her, and the bunk bed clattered against the wall with hard bangs. Our cries colored the air, loud and erotic, arousing me even more. My woman, my lover, my future. She was everything, and I was claiming her in the most feral, primal way there was.

  She arched as my pubis ground into her clit and I felt her walls flutter then clench around me as she flew into her orgasm. It was too much. I managed one…two…three more thrusts then went deep one last time, spending inside her and marking her forever mine.

  After long moments, her walls still spasming around me, I collapsed beside her, pulling her with me. There was no way I could be separate from her. Not yet.

  Bronte hugged her arms around me and pressed kisses on my chest, even though I was sweaty. But so was she. I sucked at her collarbone and ran my hands over her, until nature parted us. It wouldn’t be a long time before I was erect and throbbing for her again. A minute? Three? Probably not more. I already stirred at the thought.

  “It’s St. Cajetan,” she murmured as she snuggled into me.

  “What?”

  “The patron saint of gamers. It’s St. Cajetan.”

  I lifted up on an elbow to stare down at her. “You’re making that up.”

  “No, I’m not. Google it.”

  “Maybe later. Right now, I just want to hold you before we do that again. But how do you even know that?”

  She grinned. “I’m a geek, too. Of course, I know. I know many things.”

  “Yes, you do.” My lips brushed over hers. “Do you know you’re mine?”

  “Yes.”

  “Forever.”

  “Forever?” she whispered hopefully, shifting so she could look up at me fully.

  “Yeah. Never letting you go. The way I see it, I’m getting you a promise ring when we get home. My promise that I’ll always be yours. Then we go to college together—and of course, we’ll live together there as soon as we’re allowed. When we graduate, we’ll get married. Have however many kids as you want and rule the world.”

  She cupped my face. “Sounds perfect to me. I want all of that. Except…”

  “Except?” Knife to my heart.

  “I don’t want to wait that long to get married. Okay?”

  “Well, thank St. Cajetan.”

  Chapter Eleven

  ~ Bronte ~

  School seemed entirely different on Monday morning.

  “Bronte!” Fee yelled, breaking away from Liam and running over to me. She hugged me tight in her extra exuberant way. “I missed you!”

  “I missed you, too. You have fun in New York?”

  “Oh my gosh! It was the best…except for no alone time with Liam. That kind of sucked. How about you?” she asked, stepping back. “Were the Ozarks boring?”

  “Well…” My eyes caught on Harrison, who’d walked over to us with Liam, and I bit my lip. Before I could finish saying anything to Fee, his arms slid around me, and he pulled me to the body I knew so well now.

  “I missed you,” he growled right before his mouth claimed mine in that possessive way he’d developed over the past days. He’d gone from never having kissed to consummate lover in the space of nothing flat.

  “Oh…my…God!” Fee exclaimed beside us. “Bronte!”

  “Hey!” Ben griped, shoving Harrison hard. “I told you I didn’t want to see that.”

  “Get over it,” Harrison replied, still holding me close. “We’re going to be married. You might as well get used to it.”

  Liam shook his head slightly. “Um, what?”

  But my man was already brushing his mouth over mine again.

  “Harrison,” his brother demanded. We’d gotten home late yesterday, and apparently no details had been shared. I purposely hadn’t texted anything to Bronte because this was in-person info, not something to message.

  “They do that a lot…the kissing, I mean,” Lilah said, coming up beside us. For her, I pulled away from Harrison’s embrace.

  “Fee, this is Lilah, our new bestie. You’re going to love her!”

  Fee’s mouth dropped open. “Uh, hi,” she replied on a laugh.

  “Lilah, this is Fiona, but we call her Fee. She’s been like my sister since…well, as long as I can remember. She’s dating Harrison’s brother, Liam…this guy.” I indicated to him.

  He gave a chin lift, and I couldn’t help but notice Ben, moving around the circle to get closer to my newest friend, his obsession.

  The warning bell rang before I could say anything else, and Harrison kissed me again before he headed off to the computer lab with Ben. “See you for our presentation in a little bit.”

  We all went our separate ways with Fee grabbing my hand and dragging me toward our first hour class.

  “Spill,” she demanded while we walked.

  “Um…” I glanced at Liam, self-conscious about sharing in front of him.

  “Babe, we’ll meet you there?” she offered.

  He gave another chin lift and headed off while we followed at a slower pace.

  “I…we…finally gave in to what we’ve been feeling since the start of school,” I explained. “Like you’ve been telling me all along.”

  “Oh my God, I can’t believe it. Did you…?” She raised her brows with wide eyes.

  I pressed my lips together, smiling, and nodded.

  “Ah!” she squealed.

  “Shh!”

  “Was it good?”

  “Good does not even start to explain it.” My grin widened as a slow glow seeped through me at the memories.

  “I know what you mean. Probably a family trait. At least, with those two apparently.”

  I shrugged. I didn’t really want to talk about it, feeling uncomfortable with discussing the relationship yet. It was all so new to me, even though Liam and Fee had been together that way since the fall.

  We headed into class, and I tried to keep my head on the lesson rather than seeing Harrison next period and giving our report. Though we’d been tired last night, we’d spent an hour printing the graphics we’d put together on our laptops then pasting them onto our presentation board. I’d dropped it off to Ms. Ensley’s room first thing this morning.

  As I sat at my desk now, I went over my portion of the paper in my head. Meanwhile, the guy who sat beside me, my lab partner, Dave, kept humming quietly under his breath. It took me a moment to realize he was humming the infamous baby dinosaur tune. Jackass.

  I was torn between ignoring him, as I normally did, and telling him to cut it the fuck out.

  My anger won out even if I shouldn’t have let it. “I hope your IQ is more advanced than your maturity level or life’s going to be very hard for you. Also, how shitty is your life that you start bullying another student the minute we return from spring break?”

  That stopped him, and he sat back in his seat, the tips of his ears turning red. “You’re a bitch.”

  “I’d rather be a bitch than have the mentality of a fifth grade boy. We have less than two months left and I’d like to pass this class. And maybe help you pass it. Do you think you can stop with the shit for that long?”

  Who was this Bronte and where the hell had she come from?

  Dave didn’t say a word, but he stopped humming, too. Deep down, I knew it would be a short reprieve. Guys like him didn’t just quit, and as my momentary bravado faded, I dreaded what would happen.

  A little over an hour later, Harrison met me at the classroom door and pressed his lips to my temple as his arm went around my waist.

  “Out of class early?” I asked, ignoring the people blatantly staring at us. That’s right. He’s all mine!

  I leaned into him, just enjoying being close to him. Someday, we’d have every evening and night together, not just stolen moments. I was ready for that. For the forever he promised. We’d known each other months, but it was still strange how life could totally change in the course of days.

  “You know how it is.”

  I did actually. The computer lab was less a class than it was the guys messing around. They were free to leave whenever, as long as they didn’t get into trouble.

  “Ready to show everyone we had the best project ever?” he asked.

  “Yes. Also ready to be done with it. I don’t really like being in front of people. In the background, behind a screen, is more my speed.”

  “Same.”

  I guessed we were both similar that way.

  “I’m just glad we’re going first so everyone else has to present behind us. Either they’ll try to live up to us or they’ll forget us. Either way, I’m fine.”

  “I still wish you would have let us do Star Wars so I could whip out my lightsaber,” he said.

  I rolled my eyes. We’d discounted Star Wars in the first two minutes of discussion almost two weeks ago. “Not enough science to really explore. Plus your lightsaber is just for me.” I jabbed him lightly with my elbow.

  “Can’t wait to show it to you again soon,” he murmured against my ear. Then there were too many people for me to reply with anything other than a nod.

  That was the last good moment. As soon as the bell rang, Ms. Ensley called us up and we set up our presentation board. The moment the dinosaurs from Jurassic Park were spotted, someone started with the baby dinosaur hum.

  Mortification burned through me. Not in front of Harrison. Of course, he knew about it. Still…

  I saw the fury in his eyes when he softly touched my arm and gave a slight shake of his head. He leaned toward me. “You’re beautiful, and you’re mine,” he murmured. “Ignore those fuckers. They don’t know what a good thing is, and they never will. I’m the luckiest guy there ever was.”

  My smile was weak, but I gave him a faint nod back. When I turned to get my paper and gather myself, Ms. Ensley was scowling past me to the boys in question.

  “Good morning. Our project was to review three sci-fi movies and to decide if the science in them is realistic and possible or not.”

  “But we added an extra because Bronte insisted.”

  “Did she want to study Bronte-sauruses?” one of the boys—David. It was David—heckled.

  Harrison went rigid, his nostrils flaring as he took a step forward.

  “Mr. Peters! You will see me after class,” our teacher grated. “Anyone else who’d like to join in this bullying can stay after, as well. Am I understood?”

  No one answered, the only sound the slight rustling of papers.

  “Liam and Bronte. Would you like to go one or give your presentation later?”

  Harrison glanced askance at me, letting me know it was my decision. His concern shown clearly, mixed with his lingering anger.

  “No. We’re fine,” I said.

  Steeling myself, I continued with the opening of our report. Ten minutes later, we were done. The class had actually been rapt, and it seemed as if we’d done well. Ms. Ensley’s smile seemed to indicate that, as well.

  Harrison winked at me as we walked to our desks, then he glared over at David. That wasn’t over.

 

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