"Keep quiet, Miss West."
Her body shudders, and her cries reach a pitch so high, I know she's about to come.
"Yes, yes!" she cries as quietly as she can.
I can't stop my climax either, and suddenly I'm spilling myself into her. Jerking my hips hard with her hips in my hands. Sweat beads on my forehead as I pull her back up so I can kiss her again. I slide out of her, and she turns so she can wrap her arms around me.
"I love it when you come to my classes."
"I love coming to your classes too."
After she cleans up and we stop by her office to get her stuff, we head toward the car. "What do you want for dinner?" she asks as we climb in.
"Chinese?"
"That sounds good," she replies, and I watch her as she starts the car, pulling out of the parking lot and heading to our favorite Chinese restaurant. We have settled into the same rhythm we were in a year ago before the accident. This was the life I wanted, the one I nearly died for. This life is safe and easy after nearly a decade of hard.
It’s been a long road to this point. We had to rebuild everything, but with Everly’s insurance money from the house, she was able to buy a new place close to campus and we made it our home together. There was no talk of me staying in the dorms. She wanted me close, and I wasn’t about to argue.
Once I found out George was dead and the whole ordeal was behind us, I finally felt free to move on. With Ev’s help, we’ve contacted Sasha’s family. I’m not ready to see them yet—it’s still too much to process, but I know when I am, she’ll be there. Everything about my biological mother was finally brought to light around the time I got out of the hospital. The FBI started putting fire under the feet of anyone affiliated with Ayers, and it was confirmed her death was homicide. The case is still ongoing, but I’m not carrying that weight anymore. I’m done with other people’s burdens.
After picking up our order, we go home and as we pull into the driveway, I spot a very happy face peering at us from the window. Lucy starts barking before we even get out of the car.
"I think she missed you," Everly says with a laugh.
Heading into the house through the garage, I greet the barking black and white pup by hoisting her into my arms and letting her lick the shit out of my face. We picked up Lucy a few months ago after we moved into the new house. I'm clearly her favorite, but I also give her everything she wants.
"If you let her kiss you like that you can forget about kisses from me," Everly says with a face full of disgust.
Letting out a laugh, I set the dog down and gather Everly up in my arms. "What makes you think you get to call the shots?" She lets out a squeal as I force a harsh kiss on her face, but when she manages to force me off of her, she slaps me.
We settle on the couch with our dinner and watch the football game on TV. It makes me miss rugby, and the physical therapist says I should be good to start playing again next season, but I'm not getting my hopes up. It was a small price to pay for this life. I would have jumped in front of a hundred cars to save Everly, so it's hard to miss rugby too much. I lost my scholarship, but Ev helped me apply for more, so with that and financial aid I'm able to keep working on my degree at Florence U, even though I still have no fucking clue what that will be.
The game is turning out to be a landslide win, so I get bored with it, pulling out my phone. My finger goes straight for the videos and I open up the one I filmed today. When Everly's moans of pleasure blare from the speakers, her head snaps in my direction.
"Cullen!'
"What? You didn't think I'd want to watch it?" I ask with a lopsided smile. She tries to swipe the phone out of my hand, but I hold it out of her reach, bringing her almost entirely on my lap. My mouth finds hers and I kiss her to the sound of her being fucked over the desk in the lecture hall.
Dropping the phone, I pull her legs on either side so she's straddling me. "You have to delete that," she says with a warning.
"I can't do that."
"Cullen, if someone finds that... What if you lose your phone?"
"Then I guess you better do what I say then. I need something to hold over your head."
Her eyes wrinkle with a hesitant smile as she glares at me. I rock her hips over me, seeking the friction over my hardening dick. She's just about to come on the video—I can tell by the sounds she's making.
"So, what do you want me to do?" she asks.
"Well, first. I want you to ride my cock on this couch." Running my hand through her hair, I pull her down so I can nibble on her ear and she hums in response. "Then, I figure I'll just hang onto it so you can never leave me. Stay with me forever."
She stares into my eyes. "If that's what you want."
With that, she leans down and presses her lips to mine while I mumble, "It is."
The End
About the Author
Sara Cate is an author of steamy romance and sexy book boyfriends. Although she writes a wide range of tropes, Sara is best known for her age gap and taboo romances. One thing you can expect from her entire collection is heaps of steam and plenty of angst.
Living in Nashville with her husband and kids, Sara spends most of her time reading, writing, or baking.
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Dreams of the Vengeful
Our love was written in blood, but our dream was born from death.
Once upon a time, I had it all.
Born heir apparent to one of the Six Families,
I was destined for greatness.
Wealth and power were in my blood, and
sweet Thalia was one more means to an end.
Until they banished me from the watchful city,
stripping me of everything I possessed,
my name, my home, all I’d come to hold dear,
including the girl who was to be my wife.
Now the day has come to take back what’s mine.
The girl is no longer a promise I need to protect,