He shook his head. Whatever thoughts he had inside of it, he kept to himself. “Nah. Can’t do that.”
“ ’Cause you might actually start liking Sunny?” I asked, wondering if my instincts were right or not.
“She’s too cute and sweet for her own good,” he said.
“How can a girl be too cute and too sweet? She’s cool as fuck,” I pushed, wondering if I could get him to break.
“Gotta keep my distance from that one,” he said.
And my suspicions were confirmed. He was purposefully staying away from her. Ever since his ex-girlfriend had dumped him, he’d never been the same, and he never wanted to talk about it.
My eyes opened as my phone alarm blared, and I reached over Danika’s sleeping, naked body to grab it and shut it up. She moved her hips against my hard dick, and I wasn’t sure if she had done it on purpose or subconsciously. Her dark hair was splayed out across her pillow, and I moved it in order to touch her neck with my lips. I started softly kissing her, and she giggled, tucking her chin into her chest.
“So, you are awake?” I whispered against her as her naked hip-grinding continued.
“I mean”—she tilted her head in my direction—“your alarm did go off.” Her hand suddenly cupped my dick, surprising me before she started moving it up and down.
“Danika,” I growled. The way she held me felt amazing.
“Mmhmm?” she asked, her hand job continuing.
I threw my head back in pleasure and blew out a long breath. “If you don’t stop,” I warned, “you’ll be sorry.”
“Will I?”
“I’ll come all over your hand instead of inside you, where I belong.”
Her hand stopped moving just as quickly as it had started. “Can’t have that,” she said before I heard the sound of her nightstand drawer opening. She tossed me a condom. “Here you go, Hotshot.”
“I should make you put this on me,” I teased, and her eyes widened.
“You wouldn’t dare. Not after last time.” She sounded so mortified, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
Danika had mentioned wanting to see what it was like to put one on me, but it kept getting stuck or wouldn’t unroll, and then she ripped it with her fingernail. Everything that could have gone wrong did. It was hilarious, but my girl didn’t agree.
I carefully rolled the condom down my length, taking my time as she watched, shifting over onto her back. I had never had an issue with condoms before, but I was tempted to stop wearing one with her. I wanted nothing between us, not even a thin layer, but I never gave in to the temptation, and she never asked me to.
“Ready?” I placed the tip of my covered dick at her entrance, wondering how different it might feel without the condom.
Her hazel eyes closed as she answered, “Yes,” before lifting her hips up, and I pushed inside, feeling her warmth and tightness surround me, even through the condom I wore.
I didn’t last nearly as long as I’d wanted to, but morning sex always seemed to go that way. I woke up hard, needed to pee, and lasted about three whole minutes before I came.
“I’ll make it up to you later.” I kissed her lush lips as she squirmed under me.
“Chance”—she rolled her eyes because we’d had this conversation before—“you know I don’t care,” she said, and I honestly believed that she didn’t.
“But I do.” I kissed her one last time before hopping out of bed to flush the condom and get dressed for class.
She whistled as I walked away from her, completely naked, and made some comment about my ass that I couldn’t quite hear. Turning around, I gave her a wink and a head nod before shutting the bathroom door. Some things needed to be private. Like pissing.
When I walked out again, she was already out of bed and dressed. In all black, of course.
“Do you own anything white?” I teased, knowing exactly how many pieces of white clothing she owned.
One of the first things I’d done when I came over was go through her closet and look at her clothes like a psycho. She had them sorted in an order that only seemed to make sense to her. Something about sleeve length, she had mentioned, and all I knew was that in a sea of black, there were about twelve tops in other colors. Three of them were white. But she never wore them.
“I do, but I’m about to set them on fire, so I don’t,” she said, sticking out her tongue.
I grabbed her, claiming that tongue as my own. “You’ve got a sassy mouth.”
“Guess that’s why my boyfriend calls me Spitfire,” she bit back, and I shook my head. The girl had a comeback for everything.
I watched as she opened her bedroom door and waited for me to join her.
We stepped into the short hallway, and Sunny was already up, making coffee.
“Morning,” she said with her signature grin.
“Is she ever not smiley?” I nudged Danika’s shoulder.
“I can hear you,” Sunny said, and it reminded me so much of my little sister that all I wanted to do was tease her more. “And since when is it a crime to be happy? Huh?” She cast me a fake glare.
“She reminds me of Jacey,” Danika said, and I smiled.
“That’s exactly what I was just thinking.”
“Jacey? Your fifteen-year-old sister?” Sunny said, sounding almost offended.
“Yeah, but she’s cool,” Danika defended, and I groaned. “Is she coming to the game today?”
“I have no idea,” I said because my sister used to come to every single game of mine, but lately, she’d seemed to stop, and my mom had let her. “Maybe if she knows you’ll be there, she’ll come?”
“She knows we’re together, right?” Danika leaned against the counter as Sunny handed her a mug.
“I assume so. I mean, my parents know, so I’m sure they either told her or she overheard it with her supersonic ears.”
“I’m gonna text her.”
I shot Danika a look. “You have her number?”
“I’ll get it from your mom,” she responded, and my look only intensified.
“You have my mom’s phone number?”
“Yep,” was all she said.
She didn’t elaborate, tell me when they had exchanged numbers, or add any more information other than her answer. My girlfriend had my mom’s phone number. That was normal, right?
I glanced at my cell phone. “Shit. I gotta go. You’ll both be at the game?” I asked even though I didn’t need to.
Of course they would be there. But I liked asking anyway. I never wanted to assume that Danika’s life revolved around my schedule, no matter how much I wanted it to.
“Of course,” Danika said with a smile before sending me off with a kiss and a smack on my ass that made Sunny howl with laughter.
Walking across campus, I heard Mac shouting my name, and I gave him a nod even though I had no idea if he could see it from where he was or not.
“Baseball Boy.”
The words hit my ears, causing my feet to stop moving.
I turned to my right and faced Jared, a slew of his fraternity brothers lagging behind in the distance. I had known in the beginning of my and Danika’s relationship that it would only be a matter of time before I ran into him. But seeing him now, all these weeks later, caught me a little off guard. I guessed, somewhere along the way, I’d started assuming that I’d never see him at all or that he wouldn’t talk to me if he happened to spot me on campus.