I want to keep it up forever, but it’s too late. I was way too horned up when I started to last. “Bailey, Bailey, Bailey, Bailey.” I return the favor of chanting her name just before I erupt, coating her lower back with my spunk. “Holy fuck, that was hot.” I don’t have anything to wipe her off with, since she’s lying on my shirt, so I settle on my side beside her and rub my cum all over her ass. Marking her.
She hasn’t moved. I pull her hair back from her neck and bite it. Just a love-bite, although for a moment, my wolf surges to life, like he thinks I’m going to mark her.
As if.
She’s a fucking human.
Why does that idea make my body tingle all over?
I settle onto my back and rest my hand on Bailey’s ass. She rolls over onto her back and we stare up at the blue sky.
“Next time I want to give you a blowjob.”
I choke a little. My cock surges back out of my open jeans. “You can’t just say something like that to a guy.” I lace my fingers through hers, joining our hands on the table.
“Why not?”
I give a mirthless laugh. “Because now I won’t sleep or eat until it happens. I’m gonna be all horned up fantasizing about what those pouty lips of yours look like stretched around my cock.”
“Jesus, Cole.”
“What?”
“Do all guys talk like you with their gir… partners?”
“Oh.” I laugh. “Probably not. Sorry, Straight-As. You get the unedited version.”
We fall silent for a moment, then I observe, “It’s a good thing you’re not in journalism anymore.” The truth is, I miss sitting next to her every day. Even though the sight of her used to piss me off, she was always my obsession.
“Why is that?”
“I’d be hard the whole time.” It’s true, if she were in class, I’d have a tent in my jeans the whole hour.
“Wow. Is it painful?”
“Fuck, yeah, it’s painful. And it would be embarrassing as hell.” I lift our entwined fingers in the air, staring at this unexpected development. Have I ever held a girl’s hand before? I don’t think so. I never felt this bond before. This extreme attachment. “You could come back if you wanted. I would make sure he never looked at you, never spoke to you. You should see him, Pink. He gets all sweaty-templed every time I walk into the classroom.”
Her hand gets colder.
“Of course you don’t want to come back,” I answer for her. “Sorry, that was a stupid idea.”
“I’m still thinking about doing the newspaper thing,” she says. “Rayne and I brainstormed article ideas.”
“Yeah?” I realize I don’t know enough about this newspaper thing, which is stupid, since even before I kissed her, I made it my business to know everything I could find out about Bailey. “So how will you do it?”
“Well, I don’t know. Originally, Bru...Brumgard—”
“—Asswipe,” I interrupt when she stumbles over his name.
“—Asswipe was going to assign the class the articles and then I would just edit and put it together. But I figure between Rayne and I, we can write them all.”
I contemplate that for a minute. “Nah, you should still make him work for you. Let’s email the fucker. Where’s your phone?” I demand, climbing off the table and retrieving her purse, which dropped to the ground when I pounced on her. I toss her panties and shorts up, too, because I’m feeling generous. I unsnap the purse and unsheathe her phone, then hand it to her. “Open your email.”
“Why?” She’s wary, which annoys me. I know I haven’t given her reason to trust me, but I want her to anyway. I guess I want it both ways. I want her to trust me while I continue to torment her. I snatch it back from her and swipe my thumb over the buttons to open email. “Pink, when I give you an order, you’re supposed to answer yes, sir.”
She snorts derisively. “In your dreams, buddy.”
We turn our heads toward each other on the table and I grin, because it does sound ridiculous. “Yes, daddy?”
“Ew.” She punches me. “Weirdo.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t fucking like taking orders from me, babygirl. Your body doesn’t lie.”
She blushes and I take a mental snapshot of how beautiful she looks right now with the pink stain on her skin lighting up her warm brown eyes, picking up the pink swath of her hair.
“Anyway, I’m emailing Asswipe. I’m gonna tell him how it’s gonna go.”
Her nipples get hard. I swear to fate, they tent her little halter top. (And holy shit—that halter top!) I sprout a chub knowing she’s turned on by something I said.
I open her account and start an email to Asswipe, reading it out loud as I go:
Mr. Asswipe,
Bailey grabs my wrist and pulls it down to read the screen where I actually wrote Brumgard. She grins and releases it.