Crashing Hearts (Pine Valley College #2)

27. Skylar

CHAPTER 27

SKYLAR

G lancing over at my boy, I see him staring at me, and I can’t help but grin. “Keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it back to your apartment, beautiful.”

“I’m not sleeping with you, Skylar,” he warns, his arms crossed as he purposely stares out the window.

“Who said anything about sleeping?”

Grinning, I focus on the traffic, and once we are back at the apartment building, I take his hand and lead him into the elevator. He sighs but doesn’t fight me, and when the door shuts, I glance at him, my eyebrow raised. He stares back, and I back him into the wall as we quickly ascend. My arm presses against the wall above his head as I lean in, and his eyes start to close.

“You aren’t sleeping with me? But you want to, don’t you? Look at you, all ready for me to kiss you,” I tease.

His eyes open, and he pushes my chest. Laughing, I lean back but capture his hands, kissing the backs of them. When the door opens, neither of us move for a moment. I keep hold of one hand and tug him from the elevator and down the corridor. He’s quiet, and when we reach my door, I glance at him, my eyebrow arched in question.

I’ll let him go home if he wants to.

“Fuck it,” he mutters, and suddenly, he’s on me, slamming me back into my door as he kisses me.

I fumble with the lock behind me, but the sound turns into a groan as he nips my lower lip. I manage to get the door open without looking, and we tumble inside, both of us hitting the floor. He kicks the door shut, but that’s about as far as we make it.

He tears at my shirt before moving down and unbuckling my jeans. Groaning, I capture his wandering hands and spin us, pinning him to the floor. “Slow down, beautiful.”

“I need you,” he says, his eyes hungry as he arches up to kiss me, biting my chin. “Don’t make me wait.”

“Never,” I promise as I release his hands and sit up, straddling him. I reach over my shoulders and tug my shirt off, throwing it away before I finish unzipping my jeans. I lean down and push his shirt up, then I kiss along his quivering abs as he gasps. He reaches for me, tugging at my hair to get me moving, but I take my time. Pushing his shirt up, I drag my lips up every inch of his chest before he sits upright, and I help him take it off and toss it aside with mine.

His hands slide up my back, his nails digging in as I gasp, and his perfect lips run across my throat before he bites down on my Adam’s apple. Gripping his hair, I yank his head back and stare into his bright eyes. “Behave.”

“No.” He pouts. “I won’t unless you make me.”

“Does anyone else know you’re such a fucking brat?” I mutter, and my eyes narrow. “They better not.”

His smirk is mean. He licks my neck, causing me to groan. “Why don’t you find out?”

Cursing, I push him down and roll him. He gasps as I yank his ass up and push his jeans down. I bite next to my mark from last night—a warning. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my wallet and extract the condom I put in there this morning just in case my boy felt needy. I open it one-handed then roll it onto my length. Sitting back on my heels, I yank him up so his back is pressed to my front as he trembles on his knees.

I grip his cock, pumping him as he groans and leans back into me, rubbing his pretty ass against me.

My boy has gotten brave, and I fucking love it.

“Are you going to behave?” I murmur into his ear. “You only get my cock when you do. Otherwise I’ll leave you like this, and I’ll wind you up all night.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he mutters, even as he cants his hips, thrusting deeper into my fist.

“Try me,” I growl, then I slide my hand up and grip his throat, squeezing gently. “I might be willing to follow you around like a little puppy, baby, but in here, in the bedroom, you’re mine, and you’ll only get my cock if you’re good. Now, are you?”

I feel his jaw grind as I grin against his neck. “Yes,” he snaps.

“Yes, what?” I prompt.

“Yes, I’m a good boy,” he growls.

Fuck, my cock jerks at his words.

I nip his ear then suck it better as I lift him and place him on my cock, letting him feel my hardness. He shivers against me, reaching up and gripping my arm. “Stop making me wait. I did what you asked.”

“Very true. You were such a good boy, and good boys get rewards.” Forcing his thighs wider, I rub my dick along his ass until he rotates his hips, seeking me without words. Knowing I’m pushing him and not wanting to make him angry, I settle him on my tip and slowly push inside of him. He whimpers loudly, and I bite his ear.

“Shh, beautiful, it’s going to feel so good. Remember how good I felt last night when I was buried in this tight ass?”

He nods, and I release his throat, circling his cock and squeezing. His ass clenches around me, and he relaxes enough to let me slide deeper.

“Good boy.” I suck his neck as I press forward until I’m all the way inside him. I still then, letting him catch his breath, stroking his length until he starts to move.

“Skylar,” he says, pushing down on me. Guiding him with my other hand, I rock into his ass, fucking my boy.

I release his cock and slide my hand up, stroking his incredible chest as he cries out and takes me even deeper.

I can’t hold back. I can’t be gentle.

He’s just too fucking pretty impaled on me.

I wrap my arm around his chest and grip his other shoulder, forcing myself deeper.

I hold him like that as I fuck him, speeding up until he’s whimpering for me. Sliding my hand down, I grip his cock and pump it in time with my thrusts. “I love the noises you make. You’re so controlled, but when I’m inside you, you can’t stop it. Yeah, that’s it, baby, cry for me. Let me hear everything you keep trapped inside.”

He thrusts into my hand wildly, his cock jerking in my grip, and I know he’s close. Closing my fist over his tip, I squeeze hard.

His cry fills the air as he spills over my fingers. “Good boy,” I praise, kissing his neck as he slumps against me. “We aren’t done yet though, not until I fill this pretty ass with my cum.”

Releasing his length, I watch him slump forward to the floor. I pull from him and roll him over, and when his half-lidded eyes lock on me, I lick his cum from my hand before grabbing his thighs and pulling him to me, impaling his ass on my cock.

“Skylar!” he yells, his ass gripping me tightly.

“That’s it, baby, scream my name. You’re mine, aren’t you, beautiful?” When he doesn’t answer, I roll my hips, and he groans. “Say it.”

“No,” he counters, opening his eyes and meeting mine.

“There he is.” I groan as I speed up, unable to resist. He’s a fucking sight spread below me, his cock hardening for me as I claim him.

I need more. I need him closer. I want his mouth on mine and his hands on me. Gripping him tightly, I stand.

His legs wrap around me, and I carry him over to the counter and drop him on the edge, laying him back. I pull him farther onto my length as I lick his exquisite chest. “You taste like mine,” I murmur as I lick his skin, powering into his ass as he moans. “You feel like mine.” I run my eyes over him. “You certainly look like mine wrapped around my cock, spread out on my counter like a fucking feast.”

He glares and sits up, the new angle making us both pant as his lips press to mine in a hard kiss. “Skylar, you idiot, I’m not yours, but you’re mine, aren’t you? One look and you come running like a dog in heat.” Meeting my thrusts, he takes me deeper until my fists hit the counter as I try to control myself. “Look at you. Tell me, race boy, who really belongs to whom?”

I try to kiss him, but he turns his head with a smirk. “I’ve always been yours. One fucking look was all it took,” I admit without a hint of shame. “You never have to doubt that. I don’t need to look to see my obsession, beautiful.” I slam into him, and he groans. He turns his head, and my eyes drop to his lips. “Now kiss me. I’ve been thinking about your mouth all day.”

“Then say it,” he retorts, turning my words on me. “Say you belong to me, Skylar Warren.”

“Possessive little thing,” I mutter as I try to kiss him, but he covers his lips. Stilling, I stare into his eyes. “I, Skylar Warren, belong to you from now until forever. Now kiss me.”

His smile is slow, but he drops his hand and kisses me, and that fire roars back, my hips moving in fast, brutal thrusts before we break apart before I trail my lips down his neck.

He groans loudly, and I feel it vibrate in his throat as his nails slice at my back, ripping into me as I power into him. “More,” he demands. “Fuck me harder, Sky.”

I’ll never deny my boy anything, so I pummel into his sweet little ass. Tilting his hips, I make sure to hit that spot that makes his eyes cross and roll back, his hard cock leaking between us.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” His words slur as he rips up my back, lifting his hips desperately, and I know he’s close again. My balls draw up, my own pleasure demanding to be felt, and I only hold it back with gritted teeth. I must look insane above him, my jaw clenched as I slam into him over and over, until his cries echo around my kitchen. His ass grips my cock as he explodes all over us, and I can’t hold back anymore.

I bury myself as deep as I can into him, and with my own bellow, I come so hard I see stars. My legs shake, and I fight to stay on my feet. Pleasure flows through me like lava as I pant. When it finally subsides, I force my eyes open to see him below me, a small smile curling his lips.

I memorize the pure, unguarded happiness in his eyes.

Breathing heavily, I rest my chin on his chest as his hands stroke my shoulders and back. “Now that’s a welcome home.”

My eyes are on the ceiling, my hand strokes his back, and our legs are entwined. One of his thighs is over my hips, and his arm is draped over my chest where his head is. I never expected him to be a cuddler, but I fucking love that he is. I want him closer.

I always want him in my arms like this.

“You’re quiet,” he murmurs, and I feel him looking at me, so I drop my eyes. My hand slides up to stroke his hair. “What’s wrong?”

“Just thinking about something that happened at the garage,” I admit.

He props his chin on my chest, peering up at me. “What happened?”

“A freak accident. A jack dropped onto a tech’s hand when he was checking one of our cars. He had to be rushed to the hospital. He might never be able to use his hand again.” I can still hear his screams, still feel his blood as we pulled him from the car.

“Jesus, that’s horrible, Sky,” he murmurs. “You didn’t get hurt?”

Shaking my head, I lean down and kiss his forehead, watching his eyes close for a moment. “No, but I’m going to visit him tomorrow. Noah is going to cover his expenses, and he’ll always have a job and a place with us, but mentally, that must be hard.”

“Such a softie,” he teases, kissing my chest.

“Don’t tell anyone.” I grin. “I have a reputation, you know.”

“Oh, I know, big bad Skylar Warren. Racer, street boy, sex god.” He smirks as his teeth dig into my chest, and I hiss. He kisses it better then grins at me. “Your secret is safe with me.”

He rests his head on my chest, and my eyes return to the ceiling. “How was school?”

“Fine,” he replies, and I expect him to shut down, but he starts to trace patterns on my chest. “I saw Alice. I think she and Lally are fighting. Alek told me to keep an eye on it.”

“I’m sure they’ll be okay. Lally lost someone close to her, and that doesn’t easily disappear. It fucks you up,” I murmur.

His gaze lifts, and I know he hears the truth in my voice, the one I hide under laughter and teasing. “You lost someone?”

I smile, but it’s bitter. “I was a street kid, baby. What do you think? A lot of people around me died, and some were friends. That’s why I did everything I could to get out.”

He’s quiet for a moment. “I’m glad you are out of it. You’re doing amazing, Skylar. Everyone is so proud of you. I’m proud of you . . .”

Why the fuck does that make me want to cry?

I do what I always do instead, and I cover it. I roll us and pin him as he smiles at me. “Yeah? Want to show me how much?” I flirt.

He smiles and kisses me. “I mean it, Skylar. You can hide or change the subject, but I’m proud of you. I can’t imagine what it took to survive what you have and get out, but you’re doing incredibly well. Look how far you’ve come. I’m proud of you. You’re a good person, Skylar Warren, and when you forget it, I’ll remind you.”

“Yeah?” I croak.

“Yes,” he murmurs as he cups my cheeks. “We can remind each other—the rich boy nobody ever wanted and the street kid racing as fast as he can. We’ll be each other’s safe zones. How about that?”

“I thought you’d run again,” I admit weakly.

“I’m done running,” he whispers, staring up at me. “Besides, you would only catch me.” That makes me grin, and his smile fades after a minute. “I’m scared. I won’t lie, you terrify me, but I’m done fighting against what I want, and what I want is you. So, I’m here with you. Let’s see where it goes.”

Staring into his bright eyes, I can barely believe what I’m hearing. “Say that again.”

“Don’t push it.” He smacks my chest and pulls me down so he can lie against me again. “I’ll deny it if you keep asking, but I’m here. That’s enough for now, right?”

“More than enough,” I agree, kissing his head. “For what it’s worth, you terrify me too. I’ve never worked so hard for anything in my entire life . . . . I never wanted to.”

He chuckles, kissing my chest again. “Well, don’t stop now. I like it.”

“You’ve got it.” I wrap my arms around him as he yawns, and within minutes, his breathing evens out and he snores softly. I hold him tightly, a bright smile I can’t contain on my face.

What I told him is true: my past is pretty fucked up. I’ve seen some things I can never forget, but the more I keep moving, the more I’m reminded it’s behind me. I have a bright future ahead of me. I can leave the past out on the track and now with him—my safe place.

My phone buzzes again. It has been going off all evening, but I’ve been ignoring it for my boy, not wanting him to think I’m not here when I’m with him. He deserves all of my attention.

Kissing his head, I reach over to check my notifcations.

Noah: He’s out of surgery. He’s going to be okay. He didn’t lose his hand, but it’s messed up. Get some sleep.

Alek: Thought you should know that it’s your boy’s birthday in two days.

I sit up, gaping at my phone.

“Skylar?” Bones murmurs sleepily, peering up at me.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” I whisper, closing my phone and kissing him. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Two days. I have two days to make my boy’s birthday amazing and prove I’ll work hard forever for him.

I can do it.