Chapter 4
Parker
As soon as Monday rolls around, I can’t stand another minute away from her. After watching her Friday night in the garden, I’m practically feral. Like an animal that’s been caged and kept from food, I’m desperate for her.
I should head to my class, but I’ve got no interest in focusing on literature when Mia is in a botany class, away from me.
Saying I miss her is a drastic understatement.
She consumes me, my thoughts, my decisions, my actions.
Everything I do is for her. I’ve been in love with this woman since the first moment I laid eyes on her, and I’ll love her until my very last breath.
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for Mia. Which is why I stand by and wait for her to come back to me, time after time after time.
Knowing that while we’re apart, she’s with someone else.
Mia and I started dating our freshman year here at Corvus, and we were inseparable.
Until Leo came along last year. At first, they were just friends, but I saw the way she looked at him, and I knew she wanted more.
When she broke up with me to see him, I was devastated, my world crashing down all around me.
But a month later, she came back. Slipped into my dorm room in the middle of the night and fucked my brains out, promised me she’d never leave me, and that we belonged together.
Until she did it again, running back to Leo.
At least I was prepared, knowing she’d find her way back to me, and accepting her heart was torn between both of us.
I could never be mad at her. We can’t help who we love, and sometimes that just ends up being more than one person.
The heart was created to beat, to feel, to love.
I’m of the belief that we could have multiple true loves throughout a lifetime, if only we’re open to finding them.
Mia just happened to find two at the same time.
I can’t fault her. But I fucking miss her.
Which is why, instead of giving her space, since she’s with Leo right now, I’m going to her, done waiting.
I pull myself together, putting on a pair of jeans, a sweatshirt, and a jacket, styling my blond hair just the way I like it.
Then I’m leaving my bedroom and heading into the main living area.
Asher is sitting at our bar eating a bowl of cereal, his black hair drooping over his forehead and into his eyes.
He looks over at me, milk dribbling from his lip as his eyebrows pinch inward.
“Dude, it’s only October, why do you look like you’re ready for a Nor’easter?”
I look down at my outfit and shrug.
“It’s fucking cold, that’s why.”
“You’ve lived here for years now, you ever going to get used to New England weather?”
“I was raised in Hawaii, what do you think? Temp drops to sixties, and I’m putting on a hoodie, for fuck’s sake. It’s like forty-four outside right now. Cold is cold.”
“Alright, buddy.”
“Everything going okay with you? You seem a little tense. Well, more tense than usual.”
“Uh, yeah. I’m good. Nothing to worry about. Just that the change into Professor Thorne’s Fear and Ink course wasn’t really on my bucket list to have to deal with. Then again, probably wasn’t on Professor Mortwood’s bucket list to die, so here we are.”
“Yeah, welcome to the club. I’ve had him twice now.”
Asher and I are both Gothic literature majors, and Professor Thorne is notorious for being the strictest, most mysterious teacher on staff here.
All of the professors at Corvus have a Gothic, brooding, sinister vibe to them.
But none more than him. There are just as many rumors floating around about Professor Thorne as there are about Corvus College itself.
My favorite is that he’s as old as the school is and drinks the blood of students to keep himself alive.
Whatever you believe, there’s always a flickering candle that sits in his office window, and it never goes out.
Just one of the mysteries of Corvus. Asher is convinced the grounds are haunted, but I don’t believe in that shit.
I’ll leave the make-believe to my books.
“I’m heading out, we’ll meet up later?” I ask him as I shove my feet into my shoes.
“You don’t have class yet. Where are you going?”
“Where were you last night?” I snap back.
“Touché. I was out.”
“Then I’m going out, too.”
Asher rolls his eyes and digs back into his cereal. “Fine.”
“Fine,” I echo with a smile.
The walk from Crimson Keep to Thorne Hall doesn’t take long, and the anticipation of getting eyes on my girl has me rushing across campus.
Rich leather and sage fill my senses as I enter the building, students hustling through the stone hallways, our footsteps echoing off the old walls.
I keep my head down, easily slipping into the lecture hall and finding a lone spot off in the corner to wait.
I just need to get my eyes on her, just need to see her before I can relax.
I’m quick to pick her out of the crowd, her long hair hanging loose, her bag slung over her shoulder. She’s wearing a black skirt, a deep red sweater, and knee-high boots. She’s a fucking knockout. She’s also incredibly smart, and funny, and too damn good for the likes of me.
As if I willed her to, Mia takes a seat in the far back of the lecture hall, with no one above her, beside her, or two rows in front of her. I relax into my chair, propping my ankle up on my opposite knee, ready to spend the next hour watching her.
She pulls out her laptop and gets set up, just as Professor Grimsley walks out and starts to talk about the diversity and evolution of land plants. She listens intently, so studious and sexy. Noise fades to the background, a gentle hum of vibration rushing between my ears.
The sconces flicker behind her, shadows dancing on the walls, my heart tripping over itself. I don’t realize I’m moving until I’m walking down the aisle toward her.
I take a seat next to Mia, her pretty brown eyes flashing with surprise, then immediately softening, a longing that makes my heart beat into overdrive. Her long brown hair highlights her porcelain skin, glowing under the dim lights of the lecture hall.
“What are you doing here? You aren’t in this class,” she hisses, her voice the best sound in the world.
“You look bored. Got tired of watching you from a distance.”
“You’ve been here the whole time?”
“I have. I miss you,” I confess as I place a hand on her knee, the warmth of her skin seeping into me.
She jerks ever so slightly, but it’s not a flinch, it’s not to get away from me, it’s to lean in.
Mia’s body has always given her away, and the way she melts at my touch lights a flame inside me. Damn, I love this woman.
“Do you?” she teases.
My fingertips delicately run over her kneecap, moving upward inch by inch.
“You know I do. I miss waking up to you.” My hand trails higher up her thigh, goosebumps scattering in my wake.
“Miss hearing your voice every day.” I don’t stop my slow ascent across her smooth skin.
Her breathing hitches, her chest rising and falling a little harder.
“Miss your pretty pink pussy and how wet it gets for me when I play with it.”
“Parker,” she gasps, but there’s no bite to it. If she wanted me to stop, she’d tell me, and I wouldn’t hesitate to listen.
“Spread your legs, Mia.” She looks around at the other students, but I know the spot she’s chosen is private enough, hidden in the back. The only person who could see something going on is the professor, and that guy is so busy talking about his own shit, he won’t notice a single thing. “Dare you.”
I’d push her limits all day long, but I’d never do anything to jeopardize her.
She knows it just as much as I do, which is why Mia spreads her legs just enough for my hand to slip between her thighs, my fingertips running across the wet patch of underwear.
She trusts me, and I’d never want to lose that.
“Mmm. That’s my good girl. Already so wet. This pussy is greedy for me, isn’t it?” I ask as I stroke up and down her wet slit.
Mia doesn’t answer with words, but she bites her bottom lip to stifle a moan and spreads her legs farther.
Fuck, I’ve missed touching her like this.
I curl my fingers into the side of her panties and pull them aside, then I slide through her soft, slick flesh.
I groan into her hair, inhaling the rich scent of black cherries into my lungs.
I toy with her clit, sliding my middle finger up and down over the tender little bud, spreading her wetness around.
I press my chest against her arm, crowding her space, my teeth gently biting at her earlobe.
“Like silk, Mia. Your pussy is fucking perfect,” I whisper.
Mia scoots forward slightly, giving me just a bit more room.
I take advantage of it, slipping through her folds and down to her insatiable little hole.
I press in hard with two fingers, filling her all the way down to my knuckles, then I curl them inside her, using my thumb to rub small circles over her clit, just the way she likes it.
Mia keeps her eyes facing forward, never taking her focus off the lecture, but I know her head is swimming with delirium as I bring her right to the edge of bliss.
Her arousal leaks from her pussy and over my knuckles, coating the insides of her thighs as I play with her.
It’s taking everything I have not to whip out my cock and slam her down onto it right here in the lecture hall.
In fact, that’s an idea for the future. I bet Mia could get me off just by squeezing her tight cunt around my length.
I keep my fingers pressed deep, rubbing gentle come-hither motions against her G-spot while I circle over her desperate little clit.
Her velvety center clenches and contracts around my digits, her breathing starting to come heavier.
I don’t take my eyes off her face as I watch her barrel toward the cliff.
I’ve pushed her chestnut hair off to the side, giving me a perfect look at her long, delicate neck, her high cheekbones, and piercing brown eyes.
She’s a goddess. A desperate, horny, needy goddess who loves sex just as much as I do.
Her greedy little pussy tightens around my fingers as she starts to orgasm, her hand flying to her mouth as she struggles to come silently. Her tight walls are like a vise grip around me, holding me inside her as I wring every bit of pleasure out of her body.
“Oh, that’s it. Just like that, little rebel. Does that feel good?” I praise as I lick the rim of her ear. “Such a good girl coming all over my fingers when anyone could look over and see. So good for me, Mia.”
Her free hand circles around my wrist between her legs, her nails digging into the thin skin there, almost breaking the flesh. I press in deeper one more time, slipping a third finger into her and making her gasp. Then I’m pulling free and bringing my hand up to my mouth.
Mia sags into the seat, her head lolling to the side to look at me. Her eyes are heavily lidded, lust-filled, and dreamy. “I’m with Leo, Parker,” she whispers, practically a pant as her head clears.
I push my fingers into my mouth, sucking her cum clean off of them, moaning as her taste floods my senses. I keep my eyes locked on hers as I suck every remnant of her from them until there’s nothing left. “You sure? You taste like you’re still mine.”