33

There’s nothing worse than that first day of class after a holiday or break. One minute you’re completely relaxed, enjoying life and the ability to do whatever the hell you want, and the next you’re thrown right back into the daily grind of college. It’s like settling into a nice, warm bath and just as you close your eyes to soak, some asshole turns on the shower head above, blasting freezing cold water all over you.

What I’m saying is that it fucking sucks.

Usually.

This Monday morning after Fall Break, I’m not feeling any of that. In fact, quite the opposite.

Confiding in Rayne this weekend felt good. Felt damn great, actually. I’ve been bottling all that shit inside for years, and talking about it lifted a massive weight off my shoulders. It was therapeutic opening up to her, making sure she knows I'm not the guy everyone assumes I am. 

The thing is, I could’ve tried to get the truth out there years ago. I could’ve fought my dad in court, scrubbed my record clean of the false allegations, proved to the world I’m not some piece of shit who almost threw away his future. But when it comes down to it, I just want people out of my fucking business. I’m a private guy and the absolute last thing I want is the media in my personal life, analyzing my fucked up family situation and pitying me. The only thing they should be talking about is how badass of a soccer player I am, and that’s about it. I don't give a fuck what most people think about me otherwise; they can speculate and talk shit all they want. 

But having Rayne know what really went down? Now that’s important to me. That fills me with relief. 

Add that in with a dominating win last night against Yorkton, and yeah, I’m having an unusually exuberant Monday.

My chipper mood is evident to everyone who passes me on campus, the head nods and fist bumps plentiful on my walk to the Warrior Student Center. 

I pull open the large glass door of Windhaven’s best study spot and walk up the stairs, heading to the 3rd floor lounge where Rayne and I planned to meet up this afternoon to cram for our tests.

Why professors feel the need to pack the week after holidays with multiple exams and papers, I’ll never understand. Seems like the sadistic fucks get off to it.

I arrive at the study room and glance around. There are a few students scattered about—a group of nerdy guys working quietly on a project and a dude in a recliner who’s passed out and drooling on his shoulder—but luckily no one’s snagged the black sectional in the back: the most comfortable and least dirty option in the lounge. I quickly claim the territory, tossing my backpack onto one cushion and shooting Rayne a quick text that I’m here.

Just as I open my computer, I see her entering the room in my peripheral. I lift my head to wave her over, but freeze mid-wave because ho-ly shit. She looks stunning.

As ironic as it is, Rayne’s like a beam of sunshine walking into the rom. Her hair’s up in a high ponytail with loose, wavy pieces framing her glowing face. Her pink, pouty lips are turned up in a soft smile as she glides towards me, the sexy white sundress she’s wearing flowing gracefully behind her. 

I notice the group of guys eyeing her, one of them even dropping his pencil as she walks past, and I feel equal parts territorial and proud. Yeah, that’s my smoking hot girlfriend. You can admire from afar, but she’s fucking mine.

I scoot to the side so she can sit next to me, but she has other plans. 

She carelessly tosses her bag to the floor and grabs my computer, placing it out of the way. She straddles my lap, her bare legs wrapping around my hips and pressing into the back of the couch.

Before I can even say hello, she dives in and places a scorching hot kiss on my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip like it’s made of candy. She tastes like peppermint and smells like heaven, and it takes about half a millisecond before I’m hard as a fucking rock—my usual state whenever I'm in her presence.

This girl has turned me into a walking, talking boner.

“Hello to you, too, baby,” I mutter into her mouth.

She pulls back, mascara-clad lashes framing the lustful stare coming from beneath them. 

“Hi,” she whispers, wrapping her dainty arms around my neck. “How are you?”

I go in for another kiss before responding. “Couldn’t be better. You?”

Her eyelids lower as she leans in close. “Really, really good.”

Her words are tantalizing and sensual as hell. I let out a deep exhale when she scoots her ass forward, bringing herself achingly close to my now-throbbing dick.

I arch a brow. “Are you trying to seduce me at the Student Center? When we both have three tests this week?”

I shouldn’t be surprised at the PDA considering we spent the morning exchanging steamy texts like a couple of horny teenagers, but I wasn’t expecting her to show up to the WSC ready to get our exhibitionist on.

“Of course not.” She bats her eyelashes innocently, but there’s no hiding that blazing heat in her eyes. “I came here to study with you.” 

She moves forward again, deliberately rubbing herself against me. I bite down on my lip—hard—barely holding back a groan that’s desperate to come out.

And she was worried about me being the distracting one?

“Jesus, Rayne,” I mumble gruffly, trying to remain focused as she leans forward and nibbles softly on my neck—gentle nips and licks that freakin’ torture me. “We can't do this here.” 

I nod over to the other students just mere feet away from us. It feels weird being the responsible, rule-following one of the two of us, and I’m not sure how long I can keep up the act. Her pursuit of me is honestly so fucking hot.

She lifts her head, pouting those rosy lips and widening her eyes like a sad kitten. I avert my gaze and look for something to distract myself with. My fingers knead the hem of her dress and I roll with it.

“I like your dress, babe. Actually, I like all the dresses you’ve been wearing lately.” She follows my stare to the white lace. “I’m not saying I don’t love you in leggings and workout tops, because obviously I fucking do, but I’ve noticed you in different clothes recently. Any reason why?”

My question seems to achieve its purpose as she thinks about if for a moment. “I don’t know. Ever since I met you, I just feel like letting my girly side out. You make me feel like a woman, like I can express my feminine side.” She quirks her head and gives me a funny grin. “If that makes sense.”

“Totally does. It’s a natural reaction to my alpha-male masculinity.” I flex my biceps as she rolls her eyes.

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely it.”

I smile. “But seriously, I’m glad you feel that way. Let any and all of your sides out with me, and I can promise you I’ll love them. Even if you’ve got some hidden, middle-school emo chick buried somewhere deep inside. Throw on that all-black, witchy outfit and the matching eyebrow piercing. I’ll still embrace it.” An image of Rayne decked out in gothic gear flashes through my mind and my brows shoot up. “Shit, that’d be kinda hot now that I think about it.”

She smirks. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

I'm about to suggest we get on with the studying when her eyes fire up once more, dropping to examine my bulge still straining against my soccer shorts.

Operation Distraction appears to have been a failure.

“Just so you know, there’s a very specific reason I have a dress on today.” Her tongue pokes out and wets her full lips, and I feel my pulse skyrocket as she stares hungrily at my crotch. When she lifts her eyes, she hits me with the goddamn sexiest fuck me face I’ve ever seen. She places her hand on my dick, stroking me over my shorts as she utters her next words. “I wore it for easy access.”

Fucccckkkk.

I can’t take it anymore. School and studying can fucking wait.

I immediately lift Rayne up and slam my laptop into my backpack as fast as I can, almost smashing it in the process.

“Get your shit,” I command. “We’re leaving.”

I practically throw her purse into her arms and grab her hand, leading her out the door in a frantic rush.

The moment we’re out of the lounge, I’m a man on a mission. And that mission is fucking the hell out of my girlfriend in the first unoccupied room I can find. 

I can’t remember a time in my entire life I’ve been as turned on as I am now. It’s to the point that if Rayne so much as breathes in my direction I might come my pants.

We’re honest-to-God running down the long hallway, taking quick glances into each room as we pass by.

Every single one is occupied.

Every. Single. One.

I let out an animalistic growl deep in my chest, the need to be inside her so bad I’m almost in pain from it.

I turn to Rayne, her flushed red cheeks and the storm brewing amidst her dilated pupils telling me she’s about as close to losing it as I am.

I squeeze her hand as we arrive at the last door in this hallway. I look inside and see one dude studying at a desk, but I’m down to my last drop of self-control and he’s gotta go.

I bust open the door and the guy lifts his head, visibly pissed at the interruption.

“This room’s reserved, buddy,” I bark out, jerking my head towards the door so he gets the hint to get the fuck up and get the fuck out.

He’s about to protest, but then he looks at the two of us and either notices Rayne clinging to my arm, her nails digging into my biceps in obvious desperation, or that I’m sporting a boner the size of the Washington Monument. Whichever it is, he gets the gist of what’s going on and grins knowingly.

“Sure, man. Have fun.”

Thank God this dude follows bro-code. I make a quick note to buy him a beer or two if I ever see him on Dublin.

He gathers his stuff up quickly, but the mere twenty seconds it takes for him to get outta there still feels like a goddamn eternity. The moment the door finally clicks shut behind him, I immediately push a bookshelf in front of it, effectively blocking the window and entrance.

When I turn around, I’m greeted by the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Rayne’s leaning against the desk lazily, propped up on her elbows as her teeth tug seductively at the corner of her lip. She reaches up and pulls out her hair-tie, gorgeous, caramel hair falling around her face in voluminous waves.

Fuck, she’s got great hair.

I'm talking Herbal Essence commercial quality hair. 

I stare at her in awe, mesmerized by how radiant this girl is, how absolutely perfect she is.

After a few moments, she cocks her head in amusement.

“What the hell are you doing all the way over there?”

Good fucking question.

Half a second later, and I’m on her like white on rice.

My hands grip her waist and I lift her onto the rickety desk. I cup the back of her hair, tilting her head up as my lips devour hers. And I mean devour. All the palpable tension that’s been building since she walked in the WSC is like a damn fuse, and our kiss is the match that sets the whole thing aflame. 

Our tounges tangle together frantically, eagerly. Her hands claw at my chest, fingernails running down my pecs, her breathing ragged and rough. 

It’s desperate and primal and fucking hot.

“Turn around,” I mumble against her lips when I can’t take it any longer. “I’m gonna bend you over this desk and fuck you until you're seeing stars.”

My words elicit a throaty moan from her mouth. I pull her off the desk and spin her around. She bends forward, forearms cemented to the wooden desktop.

She glances over her shoulder at me, watching intently as I free my erection from my shorts. Honey eyes glaze over as I stroke myself, a visible shiver coursing through her body.

“Vaughn,” she groans, arching her back and sticking that perfect ass mere inches from me. I reach out and flip her dress up, and—holyfuckinghell. She’s not wearing underwear.

And just when I thought I couldn’t get any more turned on.

“Vaughn,” she begs again. “Hurry.”

I situate myself at her entrance and fuck, she’s wet.

Soaked.

Ready.

I thrust myself inside, filling her completely. We both let out a collective groan.

“Shit, baby,” I grunt as I grab her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as I try not to blow my load right then and there. “You feel so damn good.”

I pump in and out, pounding into her fast and frantic. The desk squeaks loudly with each thrust, and if anyone’s walking down the hall it’s not gonna be too difficult to assume what’s happening behind this door, but fuck if I care. Fuck if Rayne cares, either. Her moans of pleasure are as loud as the desk, and each one brings me closer to spiraling over the edge.

I reach under her dress and cup her breasts. Her nipples are firm and puckered. I slowly rub my palms against them in a circular motion I know drives her crazy.

“Oh my God, that feels—Holy shit,” she cries out, her head dropping down to rest on her wrists. “Babe, I'm gonna—” Her words transform into another cry as I roll my thumbs against the tight buds.

“Me too,” I breathe out, the familiar tingling in my balls growing stronger by the moment. “Fuck, I’m really close.”

A few seconds later, she lets out a breathy gasp and I feel her muscles clenching around me. I groan as my own orgasm immediately hits, black spots blurring my vision as I come harder than I ever have. 

After we recover and clean-up, I place a chaste kiss on her temple. 

“I think we should study at the Student Center more often,” I mumble against her skin. 

She laughs softly and reaches a hand up to stroke my cheek. “It's a plan.”