Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Emily
For the drive back to Conception Ridge, Wyatt joins me in my car, while Heath drives his truck just ahead.
He’s comically too big for the passenger seat of my hatchback, but they wouldn’t take my gentle suggestion that he could just go home the way he came up—in the man-size vehicle.
“Is this what it’s going to be like now?”
Wyatt gives me an innocent look. “Like what?”
“One of you being over-protective and ever-present.”
He pretends to think about it for a long second. “Yeah.”
I laugh out loud.
We spend that night at Heath’s house, and when they go to work in the morning, I head to campus.
I have a meeting with a faculty advisor in the morning, then in the afternoon I spend a couple of hours in the lab.
The annoying guy isn’t there, but when I push out the back doors of the science building, he’s waiting against the wall.
“Emily!”
I keep walking.
“You were gone all weekend.”
No comment.
“Whose bed did you sleep in last night?”
I whirl around. “I was out of town.”
He leers at me. “Not last night. I saw your car—”
“Is this guy bothering you, miss?”
I gasp in relief at the sound of Wyatt’s voice and turn toward him. He looks fierce and rugged. I want to nuzzle my face into the toolbelt slung around his waist. My hero.
But I don’t want him to get arrested for smashing a student in the face.
Also, I’m not sure why he’s on campus with his work gear, because I know for a fact he spent the morning putting a new roof on a house. Very much off-campus. He texted me a few shirtless selfies to brighten my day.
“He is,” I say carefully. “I’ve asked him to leave me alone in the past, and he isn’t getting the message. Could you escort me to my dorm?”
Wyatt steps between us. “With pleasure. But is there something I can do to reinforce that message? Drag this shit-for-brains to the Dean’s office and report him for harassment, maybe?”
I swallow hard. I should do that, really. I just don’t want to go through the long, drawn-out process only to be told that he always stayed just on the right side of the line.
And I only have two credits left to complete this summer, and then I’m graduating. The end is in sight.
I smooth my hand over Wyatt’s bulging biceps. “Maybe you could stay with me in my dorm room tonight? Keep me safe, all night long?”
Annoying Guy narrows his eyes at me.
Fuck him.
“Just like you did last night,” I purr.
Wyatt scoops me into his arms, hitching me up over his tool belt, so I can wrap my legs around his waist.
And he carries me all the way to my dorm room. “That guy—”
“I know.” I kiss his face and wiggle out of his arms. “I’ll be safe.”
“Heath will want a copy of your class schedule.”
I kiss him again. “Okay.”
“Emily—”
“Wyatt.” I press his cheeks with my hands, turning his head. “Look where we are. Do you want to channel Mr. Bossy Pants, or do you want to touch me inappropriately in my dorm room?”
He groans and nods. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be in here with you.”
“Tell me everything you want to do.”
“This, to start.” He kisses me deeply, inhaling as our mouths fuse together like he’s just found a sense of inner calm.
Or maybe that’s just me, because kissing Wyatt is my happy place. “I know, I love kissing you, too, but like…the dirty stuff.” I waggle my eyebrows at him. “Blow job at my desk? Rail me from behind on my tiny bed? Stand in the doorway and pretend to paint something while I get changed?”
He’s breathing hard as I unbutton my cardigan, revealing a little bralette underneath. Nothing but a lace band and delicate ribbon straps. The panties I’m wearing under my skirt match. I had big plans to play the innocent co-ed tonight at Heath’s house, but in my dorm room is even hotter.
“Do you like what you see, mister?”
“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he whispers, his gaze locked on my breasts. “You make me thirsty, little miss.”
“Thirsty for what?”
“You.” He catches me around the waist and tumbles me onto the bed. My skirt sails up, settling around my hips, and his breathing stops as he catches sight of the lace scrap barely covering my mound.
My bare mound, because I shaved before lab today. Totally smooth and baby soft for my favorite sex buddy.
“Little miss,” he breathes. “Your panties are indecent.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” I crook my finger at him, and he tosses his tool belt across the room, then climbs on top of me, his legs bracketing mine.
“I’m a very naughty girl. I’ve been watching you for weeks as you restore this building, and all I can think about is that big bulge behind your tool belt, and what it would feel like pushing into me. ”
“Show me what you imagined.” He holds himself still above me. “Would I pin you down?”
I roll beneath him, getting on my belly. “Like this,” I pant.
“Your tight little nipples grazing the mattress, fuck…” He palms my ass. “Do I lick you first? Or are you already slick for me, desperate to be filled?”
I cry out, that one, and he swears under his breath. His zipper rasps loud in my quiet dorm room, then he yanks my panties down my thighs and hitches my hips in the air.
“Fucking tight little coed cunt,” he growls. “No way you can take me like this.”
I mewl and arch my back, presenting for him.
His cock thrusts thickly against my pussy, and it feels for a moment like he might be right, like I’m too small for him, but then he squeezes my ass cheeks in his fists, pulling everything between my legs taut—my pussy, and my asshole now feel like they’re very much on display.
“You’re wet for me,” he breathes. “Aren’t you, Emily? Saw me in my tool belt and your body ached for what I’m about to give you.”
I groan and nod desperately.
He pushes against me again, and this time the hard crown slips inside.
Just the tip, pulsing inside my pussy.
We both exhale lustily, almost at the same time, then he squeezes my hips and thrusts all the way in.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes. I shove my hand between my body and the mattress, blindly reaching for my clit. I’m already there, holy crap, and just—another—
I come on the third deep thrust, crying his name into the sheet, and he thunders to his own climax behind me, his whole body covering mine as he fucks me into the bed like a rutting animal.
My clit pulses and my whole pussy clenches around him as he spurts deep.
It’s filthy, and raunchy, and perfect.
He kisses the back of my neck once he regains his breath. “We’re going to be late for dinner. Heath is making spaghetti.”
“It was worth it.”
I’m still blushing as we get dressed again.
He carefully helps me into the nothing-but-lace underwear, then buttons up my cardigan. “I dreamed of this for a long time. I’m glad we got to be together in this room.”
I press up on my toes, kissing him softly on the mouth. “Me, too.”