He only smiles, looking deep into my eyes, so damn sure and confident. “You are not broken. You were a kid. And I know this is scary.” His hand covers my heart. “I think that’s why they call it falling in love. You have to take a leap to get there.”
“I’m there.”
He smiles and kisses me again, pulling my body against his. “We can take it slow. We have a month left of school. We can keep it quiet and see if this works out.”
“What about your date?” The question leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
He pushes my body off his, and panic grips me. “Oh shit. I forgot. I better go. Don’t worry, okay? Only blowjobs on the first date.” I stare at him, and then the motherfucker looks over his shoulder at me with that smirk I love. “I’m not going on a date, you idiot. I’m in love with you.”
Relief sweeps through me as I tug him back to me by his shirt. “You’re really a dick, you know that, right?”
“A dick you love.”
My eyes move to his lap where I see a massive bulge, and I grin. “I definitely love your dick.”
He snorts and stands up, grabbing my hand. “Let’s go to your room where you can show me how much. We can tell Hailey about us when she’s no longer my student, if you want. But only when you’re ready.”
And I know he means it. He’s not going to pressure me to do anything I’m not ready for. And damn, if that doesn’t make me want to shout from the rooftops that he’s mine.
Holy shit. He’s mine.
The thought makes me smile way too big on the way to my bedroom. But it doesn’t scare me in the slightest. He grabs his phone, typing something and then tosses it on my dresser. “I couldn’t let the poor guy sit at the bar and wait for me.”
I nod and then lock the door before we lose our clothes at lightning speed. Our lips and limbs tangle in a heated frenzy before we land in my bed. “Delete that fucking app,” I say, my voice growling and domineering, but I don’t care.
He’s mine.
“Fucking bossy.”
“You love it.” I kiss him hard, grabbing a condom and lube, prepping him quickly but not going too fast. I don’t want to hurt him, no matter how desperate I am to be inside him. With his knees pressed against his chest, I finally sink inside him where I belong. With Nolan.
“I love you.” I breathe against his mouth when I’m fully inside him, buried to the hilt and dying to move but needing to hear the words again from us both.
“I love you too.” He kisses me. “Now fuck me hard and show me how much.”
Goddamn, I love him. I pull back and then slam home, pegging his prostate and making him moan loudly, his cock jerking and leaking precum, as desperate for release as I am.
“Now that we love each other and shit, does that mean I can come inside you someday? No fucking condom?”
He grins at that, his hands smoothing over my abs and then moving back to my ass, pulling me deeper into him. “Let’s get tested. And then, yeah . . . fuck the condoms.”
I smile, the thought of spilling my cum deep inside him making my cock jerk excitedly and nearly making me lose it. I use the precum dripping from his cock and the excess lube to stroke him between us as I thrust inside him, seeing stars and so damn close to bliss.
“I fucking love you.”
“I love you too. Ungh . . .” he grunts when I hit his prostate just right, and then it’s all over. His cum spills over my hand and his hole clenches tightly around me, throwing me into my own orgasm that I swear could leave me blind, it feels so damn good. And my world goes black for a minute.
Holy fuck.
I finally regain my sight and some of my wits, long enough to pull out of him slowly, dispose of the condom, and pull him to my chest.
“This is so not where I thought the night was going to go.” I feel him smile, but I can’t move to look right now. “I mean, maybe naked and sweaty with a hot guy, but not with you saying you loved me.”
I growl, not even caring that I’m admitting feeling jealous. “Fuck that serial-killer teacher.”
He snorts, “He’s not a serial killer just because his name is Jason.” He leans up and kisses me softly. “But you’re cute when you’re jealous.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I hold his body close to mine. “Is it summer yet?”
Because I really want to claim this man for my own. Forever.
* * *
“Where are you going in such a rush?” I look over at Gavin as I sling my gym bag over my shoulder, and instead of heading out to my car after hurriedly getting dressed, I sit down on the bench in the locker room.
“I’m going to have dinner with Rafe and Hailey.”
I can’t contain my smile, nor my excitement. Rafe and I have officially been together for almost a week now and that knowledge—that he’s mine and I’m his—is never going to get old.
“Oh.” There’s the tone.
I look up at him as he tugs his t-shirt on over his head and eyes me. “Yeah. So I better go. Kids eat early, you know?”
But I don’t move because this is the first time I’ve seen Gav since Rafe and I became official, and I’m going to tell him. “Yeah, so I’ve heard.” He takes a seat next to me on the bench, tugging on his tennis shoes. “How was your date last week, by the way?”
“I, um . . . actually didn’t go.”
His head snaps up in a comical way. “What? Why?”
“Because Rafe told me he loves me, and I was done for.” I’m grinning as he studies me cautiously because that’s Gavin’s way. He’ll always want to protect me, and the feeling is mutual.
“He what?”
“He told me he loves me. And you already know I’m in love with him.”
He doesn’t argue with me because it was pretty obvious when I got my heart shattered. “Is he fucking with you? I mean . . . is he 100 percent in this or am I going to find you alone in your house, unbathed and all sad and shit.”
“It wasn’t that bad.” He eyes me, and I laugh, “Yeah, okay. No. We talked about everything. There’s no denying Rafe had some issues, but who doesn’t?”
“Nols.” He’s being careful about what he says, and I can appreciate that. “Everyone has issues, but some people don’t want to work on them.”
“This isn’t me trying to be a fixer. He worked through it on his own. He told me he was in love with me. He did all the work. Not me. All I did was love him back.”
He’s smiling now. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I know you worry, but Rafe is it for me. He’s really it. I love everything about him, and when he said he loves me too . . . finally, everything seemed complete. There was no bullshit. There was no begging me to help him or fix him or you know, bail him out of jail.” He laughs at that because yeah—been there. “He just wants me. And he has no idea why I want him because people have told him his whole life he isn’t good enough.”
His eyes darken at that. “That’s fucked up.”
“It is.” I stand up, and so does Gav. I put a hand on his shoulder and look him in the eyes. “I’m going to show him just how amazing he is.”