Seven Months Later
“I signed up for summer classes. I figured I could just keep going and get everything done, so I can be finished with all of this sooner,” Connor told me over the phone. “I have a few days when I can come visit…”
My heart dropped into my stomach, knocking the wind out of my lungs.
“I want to be with you so bad, Sunshine. But I was thinking that, if I do this, then I’ll be done that much sooner, you know? So, we can be together for fuckin’ real.”
“No, it makes sense,” I replied. “But you’ll come for a few days?”
“Yeah. Almost a whole week. You think we could get a hotel room or something for a couple of nights?”
“Um…why don’t you come to Lafayette? I’ll tell my parents and Kenna and Lili that I need to take care of a few things here first. We’d have the whole house to ourselves. I mean, it’s not like I have to leave for the summer. We pay rent for the place, no matter what.”
“That sounds perfect. Fuck yes. God, it was killing me, thinking I wasn’t going to see you. But I figured…”
“What?”
“It would be the decision you would make if you were me. All I want is to be with you, Alys. By taking classes over the summer, I’ll graduate in less than four years.”
“It’s the smart thing to do,” I told him.
“I miss you.”
“I miss you, too. So much.”
My roommates were gone.
I’d called my parents and told them I’d be heading home after the weekend just because I needed some time to go through my things and see what I wanted to keep and what needed to be donated.
Kenna was so deep in her own shit, so I doubted she’d even notice I was coming home later than usual. Lili had tried to volunteer the two of them to come up and help me, but Kenna didn’t have the time, and Lili wasn’t so desperate as to take the bus by herself to Lafayette.
“It’s only a couple of extra days,” I’d told Lili. “It’s hardly putting a dent in the vacation time.”
She’d huffed. “I know. I just miss you.”
“Aw, I miss you, too.”
But I wasn’t going to give up this weekend with Connor for anything.
He’d caught a ride to Tallahassee with some friends, and then he’d had to take two different busses to make it to Lafayette. He’d called me when he made it to New Orleans a few hours ago, and I was sitting in my car at the bus station, anxiously waiting for him to arrive.
We would have a full forty-eight hours alone together, just the two of us. No explaining to roommates that I had a dude coming to visit. They knew Connor from his previous trips, but now…it was fucking on.
I watched as a Greyhound bus pulled into the station, and I sat up straighter in my seat. A few people got off and then…
Connor.
The sight of him forever made butterflies dance through me. Tingles zipped down my spine, tightening my nipples and making me embarrassingly wet between my legs. Squeezing my thighs together didn’t provide the relief I had been seeking.
I hadn’t seen Connor since spring break. Over the past year, he’d filled out, and he looked even taller. He moved with a grace only years of yoga practice could have created. His hair was now long enough to be pulled back; it was lighter, streaked with gold through the auburn mass of curls. He had the kind of hair women would kill for. The Miami sun had turned him a slight golden color, even beneath the freckles.
But it was the strong bones of his face that really showed his beauty. Wide forehead, high cheekbones that heralded back to his Nordic ancestry, straight and elegant nose, and a mouth that was full-lipped but in no way feminine.
When he smiled, my whole world lit up. He had the most perfect square white teeth. I loved how his eyes would crinkle in the corners when he was happy.
In a lot of ways, he looked like Kenna, but that was because they both looked an awful lot like their da. Sigmund was a beast of a Scotsman. What I thought was strange was how they both had the greenest eyes I’d ever seen, but Sigmund’s eyes were a gray color, and both Gloria and Laurie had brown eyes.
Connor spotted my old gold Honda Accord, and that smile I’d been living to see again spread across his face.
Oh, man…
Jogging over, Connor reached for the passenger door and let himself in. Then, without even a, Hey, he grabbed me and kissed me until my toes curled up in my sneakers.
He groaned, making me throb from my tits to my cunt.
“Take me home, mama,” he whispered.
I giggled. “You’ll have to let me go first.”
“One more kiss?”
“Yes, please.”
It was wildly inappropriate, a tongue-sucking, wet, raw, and raunchy melding of our mouths. Our mutual joy of being together wiped any and all thoughts from my brain. All I could do was feel.
He tore his mouth from mine, panting, and pressed his forehead to mine. “Now. Let’s go. I’m close to busting a nut in my pants.”
“Pfft!” I snorted, getting situated back into my seat.
He adjusted the crotch of his pants, and I cracked up.
“Come on, man! Otherwise, I’m tossing you in the backseat, and we’ll be arrested for public indecency.”
The drive back to my place was filled with laughter and singing to Led Zeppelin’s greatest hits CD. We were freaking giddy with happiness.
I barely threw the car in park before Connor jumped out, grabbed his shit, and was hauling ass to the front door.
After I unlocked the house, he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder, booking it straight to my bedroom.
“Connor!” I laughed.
“I’ve got blue balls, woman!” he roared.
When he set me on my feet, we started shedding our clothes as fast as we could. Fabric went flying, and so did I as he threw me onto the bed. Connor pounced on top of me, kissing me until I was starved for oxygen. Then, he continued to kiss, lick, and nibble his way down, stopping at each breast and then moving lower. He threw my knees over his brawny shoulders and dived face-first into the center of me.
“Fuck!” I screamed at the first lashing of his tongue. My fingers threaded through his hair, pulling him in even as I arched against his mouth.
His tongue played mercilessly on my clit until I choked on my orgasm. Once I went limp, he flipped me over onto my belly, dragged me up onto my knees, and thrust in hard and deep, sending a sharp sting through my core.
It was brutal. It was awesome. It was meant to tell me that I was his, only his. He fisted my hair and pulled me up onto all fours. His left hand clenched hard into my ass cheek, punishing perfectly. Over and over, he slammed into me, the wet staccato of our slapping skins as erotic as the screams coming from the both of us.
There was no holding back this time. No one was around to hear us. There was no one to give a shit one way or another. It was a purely primal unleashing of everything we’d kept buried deep inside us for years.
“Holy fuck!” I cried as he released my butt cheek and slipped his hand around to my front, slapping my cunt.
“Have you fucked anyone else, Alys?” he snarled above me.
“No!” I shouted.
“You fuckin’ swear?”
“Yes!” I screamed. So close, so close, so close.
His fingers pressed firmly into my clit. I fucking saw stars. I screamed, pulsing from somewhere so deep inside that I couldn’t even detect exactly where it had begun. It wasn’t just an orgasm. It was a full-body sensation that burrowed into my brain stem.
“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” he cried out. “Fuck! ALYS!” With a massive shudder, Connor erupted into me, wrapping his arms around me and constricting me until I could hardly breathe.
Shaking, trembling in every muscle, we sat there, joined by more than our bodies. Something had happened that had no explanation, no definition. And it had rocked us to our very foundation.