Boarded by Love
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“Yeah, I have to agree with you on that. I’ve seen you dance, which, by the way, what do you mean you haven’t seen me play? That’s just sad. We’ve been dating for almost a week, and you haven’t seen me murder the ice yet. I’m so appalled.”
She laughs, turning out of my arms and then dropping her hand from mine to wrap around my waist. Looking up into my eyes, she grins and I’m lost in her gaze. It’s heart-stopping, honestly.
“I promise to come to your next practice. When is it?”
“Saturday, 5:30 a.m.”
“Good God! Why?”
I laugh. “’Cause my coach is evil.”
“Agreed. Jeez, yeah, I’ll be there.”
“Awesome,” I say and she wraps her arms around me a little more firmly. My heart warms as she tucks back into my side and we begin walking again. I feel so right with her like this. I feel as if this is what I’m supposed to do all the time. Close to my girl, her body pressed to mine and walking, silently, with no cares in the world because I have her to myself. It’s perfect.
When we reach the Bullies’ house, I stop and look down at her. “So where are we going? Am I taking you back to your dorm, or are you staying here?”
She grins up at me. “Can you keep your hands to yourself?”
I smirk. “I can try, but more than likely, I won’t.”
“Should I go home then?”
“No, you should come in,” I say, kissing her temple. We start for the door and she says, “I have to leave early though. I have to go dress shopping with Reese.”
“Do you need a ride?”
“No, I’ll go get my car and head out.”
“Want to go get it now?”
She shrugs. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Yeah, let’s go. We’ll ride my bike.”
It only takes a few minutes to get on the bike and head to her car. She points out her car and when I see that it’s a BMW Z4 Roadster, I’m floored.
“Damn, you drive that?”
She laughs as she gets off the bike, handing me her helmet. “It’s old. Don’t get hard off it.”
I scoff. “It doesn’t matter how old it is, that sucker is beautiful.”
“Yeah, funny thing is I used to think this car was ugly. I was wrong, obviously. I love her and her old ass – she’s my girl. Anyway, I’ll meet you over there.”
“Cool,” I say, still checking out her car and then checking her out as she gets in it. It’s extremely sexy having a hot girl in a hot car. I have to adjust in my seat just to relieve some of the pressure my dick is causing in my jeans. Letting out a long breath, I can’t help but think that it’s gonna be hard, literally, sleeping beside a hot girl who drives a hot car. I’ll manage, though.
Pulling away, I drive toward the house and wait out in the parking lot for her. She pulls up a few minutes after I do, and I laugh as she gets out of the car.
“With all the power that car has, you drive like an old lady?”
She glares. “For your information, I don’t like getting tickets, and having this kind of car, campus police are on me like white on rice.”
“Always so responsible,” I tease, but when the heat flashes in her eyes, I am swallowing loudly.
“Let’s go inside and I’ll show you how irresponsible I can be,” she says as she comes up to me, taking my face in her hands and pressing her mouth to mine. Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her hard, holding her so close I’m sure she can’t breathe, but I can’t help it. Heat rolls off her body, and my dick is so hard against the zipper of my jeans that it hurts, but I just can’t stop. I need to feel her, and the more we kiss, the more I know my earlier thought of not being able to sleep beside her and not be buried inside her rings true. But when she pulls away, her eyes blazing with lust, I know that I’ll wait forever as long as I get to see that look after each kiss.
“That’s against the rules,” I point out, and she smiles a little minx-type grin.
“Maybe we can bend them a bit?”
I eye her, wondering if this is a trick. She could be testing me, but the lust in her eyes says she isn’t, and I don’t know how I feel about that. While I want nothing more than to lose myself completely in her, I know that I want her to know this is for real.
“Let’s go in,” I say roughly and she nods, looking so damn good it hurts.
Dragging my gaze away from her, I head inside, and as soon as the door shuts, all the guys who are on the couch look back at us. One by one, they grin, and I glare as they all shout out catcalls.
“Get it, Sinclair.”
“Yeah, buddy, back on the horse.”
“Damn, she’s fine.”
In my head, I’m planning Matt’s funeral as I flip them off before heading downstairs to my room. “They’re idiots.”
“Most guys are.”
I flash her a mock hurt look, and she laughs a little harder. “Except for you, babe.”
“That’s right,” I say, wrapping my arms around her and then pushing her against the door, intending to go in for a long, lusty kiss, but before I can, it slams open and Jayden looks up from his computer, raising an eyebrow.
“Hey, guys,” he says cautiously.
“Hey, leave,” I say.
He glares and Claire smacks me.
“That’s rude!” she scolds me and I laugh.
“Do you want him seeing you in panties and a bra?” I ask and her look says it all. No, she doesn’t. Looking back at Jayden, I say, “’Cause I sure don’t, so leave, Jay.”
“No way. I was here first.”
“I don’t care, this room is off-limits for the night,” I say, detangling myself from Claire and throwing my keys down.
“That’s fucked up. You never cared before!” he says, grabbing his computer and then his pillow before standing up.
“You had sex with girls in front of your brother?” she gasps, bringing my attention back to her. “And you watched?”
I shrug. “They didn’t matter.”
“I didn’t watch. I’m not a freak,” Jayden says.
Shaking her head, she says, “That’s so not okay.”
“Yeah, probably wasn’t. Bye, Jayden,” I say as he passes by us.