“You should accept the offer,” I tell him in a breathy tone. “We all know how much you want to go there.”
He pulls back and chuckles, meeting my eyes with humor. “Are you really still talking about this?”
I kiss him, nibbling on his bottom lip, and then nod. “It’s important, Kaiden. You’re almost done with high school. That means you have a lot of choices to make.”
He flips us over so he’s hovering above me, grinning and pulling down my leggings. I arch up to get them over my butt and watch as he strips them off and throws them over his shoulder carelessly.
He kisses my stomach. “Right now all I want to choose is how I’m going to get you off. Tell me, Mouse. Fingers, tongue, or cock?”
My breathing falters.
He waits for an answer.
I lick my lips. “I want you…” My chest rises and falls heavily as I spread my legs, embarrassed but needy. “I want to feel you again, Kaiden.”
His eyes flare with heat, one eyebrow quirking inquisitively. “So you’re choosing option number…？”
I groan, covering my face. “You’re going to make me say it? I’m ready, Kaiden. I know it’s been months and you’re probably frustrated because—”
He dips down and kisses me hard, his hand traveling between us until his fingers trace the seam of my slit over my cotton panties. “I can feel how turned on you are already,” he praises, licking my lips before dragging his teeth along my jaw and to my neck.
Biting down on my flesh, I buck up until he’s cupping me fully between my legs. “I want to make one thing very clear, Mouse. I was never frustrated that you weren’t ready to have sex again. If we’re going to do it, you need to be ready. Comfortable. Are you?”
I swallow. “Yes.”
He sits up, moving his hand over me so he’s leisurely rubbing my clothed entrance and putting pressure on my bundle of nerves with the heel of his hand. “How are you feeling?”
“F-fine. Good. I’m good.” I choke on my words as he dips a finger under my panties and strokes me.
“Yeah? Define good.”
I moan out his name as he circles my clit before moving downward and entering me with one of his fingers. “Stop teasing me.”
“Are you going to tell me how you want me to get you off?” he presses, making me want to smack him in the face with a pillow.
Digging my fingernails into his upper arms, I bite back, “Are you going to tell me that you’re accepting UM’s offer?”
He laughs and applies more pressure on my nerve endings before adding another finger to work me. “Give me one good reason why I should.”
I put my hand on his to force him to move quicker as I ride out the feeling, meeting his movements with my hips every time.
“Because your family wants you to.”
“Mm. Going to need another reason.”
I cup his face with my free hand, brushing his bottom lip with my thumb that makes his features softer. “Because I want you to. I love you, Kaiden. I’m not saying that I’m in love with yo—” A long drawn moan escapes my lips when he hooks his fingers in me and picks up the pace until my belly tingles. “—but I do love you as a friend and someone I trust. W-which means that you should go to Maryland and play lacrosse and make us proud.”
Just as I’m about to come, he stops moving altogether. “Are you saying you love me, Mouse?”
I move my hips, trying to chase the feeling that was building before. “P-please keep going.”
“Do you?” he whispers, not obeying.
His lips are so close to brushing mine that I feel his warm breath and smell the buttery popcorn from our snack earlier. “Of course I do, Kaiden. I mean it. You’re my friend. You’ve always had my back here even when I kind of loathed you for the weird ways you showed that you cared.”
He moves his fingers just right a few more times, hard and fast, before I’m crying out his name. Quieting the sound with a brutal kiss, he lets me ride his palm through my orgasm, my hips jerking and quaking and aching in all the best ways. When my body settles back onto the bed, his kisses become softer, longer, and deeper.
Drawing back, he rests his forehead against mine and nudges my nose. “I love you too, Mouse.”
My heart seizes in my chest as I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’ll take option number three, please.”
He grins before pecking my lips and moving away to remove his pants and boxers all in one shot. My cheeks heat when I see him in his full glory, proud and confident. When he climbs on the bed, he peels off my panties and grabs a condom from my nightstand that I didn’t even know was there.
Shooting me a wink, he rips open the package and rolls it over himself. “Can’t be too prepared, right?”
I roll my eyes at his smirk, sitting up on my elbows and kissing him before anything else can be said.
He takes his time, kissing every piece of skin he can. By the time he positions himself at my entrance, I’m begging him for more.
More touches, more kisses, more time.
This is different than before. It still hurts a little, but nowhere near as bad. He’s slow, careful, and tries not to grab my hips like I know he wants to. He enters me from new angles that make him go deeper, causing me to gasp and scratch and whimper for anything he’ll give me.
When he tells me to climb on top of him, I hesitate until he kisses the worry away. His fingers go through what little hair remains on my head as he tells me he wants this, that I’m gorgeous, that I’m his best friend. Everything. He makes me feel everything—pretty, confident, normal.
He helps me guide him inside me, then set a pace. I have no idea how good it’ll feel from this position, but I can’t help but quicken my movements when he hits me in just the right way until my head tips back and a familiar, warm feeling fills my stomach.
It isn’t until he thrusts up the same time I move down that I’m yelling his name and breaking apart. He supports me when I turn to jello, flipping us back around until he’s slamming into me over and over so hard the headboard hits the wall.
The sound of the bed creaking and metal frame smacking drywall has me writhing again as he starts twitching inside me. When he thrusts one more time, I come with him for the third time in less than an hour, holding him to me so tightly he couldn’t pull away if he tried.
We’re both sweaty and out of breath as we lay there. “So?” I whisper, finally letting him pull out and roll onto his side.
His amusement comes off in waves. “I’ll talk to Jefferson about UM on Monday.”
I smile and fall asleep.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
April and May brings more sunshine than showers, which I’m thankful for. The warmth breathes life into everything and everyone, which adds to the anticipation of June’s graduation. The seniors are talking about their trip to Orlando, the staff is chatting about summer vacation, and all I can think about is not dealing with Rachel anymore.
I know I should believe him if he says nobody will bother me when the new school year starts, but I can’t anticipate that. Usually I could brush off comments because they don’t matter compared to everything else, but the malicious taunts I’ve dealt with whenever Kaiden isn’t by my side has been brutal.