Chapter 15 You Don’t Understand How Into You I Am
FIFTEEN
YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW INTO YOU I AM
CONNOR
“I wish you were rushing.”
Looking down at my watch, I had thirty minutes to grab lunch, eat, and get back to the site. Too bad I hadn’t even made it out of the parking lot. “It’s not my thing. I’ll leave the frat life to Jamie.”
Mom sighed. “That’s what I’m afraid of. I’d be less worried if you were there to keep an eye on him. Imagine if you hadn’t been there last night.”
“I didn’t do anything.” I leaned against my car and stared at the yellow police tape across the road.
“You called your uncle. Jamie would never.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “He’ll be fine.”
“I just worry. He’s my baby.”
Conversations like this made me want to hang up the phone.
Being five years older than my brother meant I hadn’t been her baby in a long time.
Usually, it didn’t bother me, but something about this conversation rubbed me the wrong way.
“He’s eighteen. I was eighteen when I started working for Uncle Rick full-time and got my own place. ”
“But you’re so different from your brother.” She clicked her tongue. “You’ve always been more mature and responsible.”
Because I had to be, but I can’t say that to her.
“You’ve got to give him a chance to stand on his own. We can’t always be there to bail him out.”
Another annoying, heavy sigh came through the phone. “You’re right. It’s just hard.”
I didn’t respond because I understood. Letting Jamie be his own person was hard for me too. The difference? I was finally allowing myself to get a life—at least that was what I was trying to do.
“Listen, Mom. I’ve got to go. I only have half an hour for lunch today.”
“All right, sweetie. Love you. Have a good day.”
“Love you too.”
A brand-new compact car parked in the spot next to me as I opened my door.
“Wait!” Sarah yelled, popping out of the tiny car. Holding up a greasy brown bag, she grinned.
“What’cha got there?” I asked, closing my car door.
She walked around the back of her car and presented the bag with a flourish. “Oh, this? Just two Chicago dogs, the way Jamie said you liked them, a gyro for me, and two orders of fries.”
“You’re an angel,” I sighed, pulling her into a hug.
Holding the bag of food above her head, she said, “Watch it. Don’t squish the goods.”
Taking her hand, I led her to a picnic table on the other side of the welcome center that didn’t have a view of the crime scene. Sarah took the food out of the bag, along with a couple of bottles of soda from her tote.
“Thank you for getting this. All I’ve had today was water and one of those crunchy, dry-ass granola bars.”
Sarah took a huge bite of her gyro and nodded.
Eating in silence, I couldn’t help but notice how nice it was to have her there after a hellish morning.
Without asking, she’d brought me food. Not just food, but my favorite food.
Small stuff, but when you spend your whole life taking care of other people, it’s the small stuff that knocks you on your ass.
Following the day at the lake, Sarah and I fell into a routine that ended with us having PG sleepovers at Frattic every night.
For two weeks, we would eat our meals together, cuddle, kiss, and sleep, with no mention of taking our situation to the next level, which was understandable.
The killer hadn’t been found, and now that one of the victims was a student, tension between the locals and the university was at an all-time high.
So, when I worked up the courage to ask her on a real date, and she said yes, I was shocked. She had every reason not to trust me, but she was excited to have a happy distraction from the daily articles about the Kirksville Killer.
Very Original.
Excitement turned into insane nerves once I got home and had a few hours to kill before it would even be reasonable to get ready.
The living room was immaculate, my laundry was put away, and only the stove needed to be wiped down. As I finished the final burner, there was a knock at the door.
“Coming,” I called out, quickly washing my hands. When I opened the door, no one was there, but tacked under the peephole was a sticky note with a red lipstick kiss mark, and a pair of panties I recognized as Sarah’s.
“Hello?” I called out, but there was no response. Snatching the light pink lace and note off the door, I went back into my apartment.
I stared at the panties, trying to figure out what the hell Sarah was thinking.
What if Jamie had come over and found them?
Rubbing the soft material between my thumb and forefinger, I thought about how Sarah’s ass had looked in them the night before. I’d only caught a glimpse as she put on her pajama shorts, but it was enough to leave me painfully hard while she quickly fell asleep.
The light pink against my tanned hands sent my mind reeling back to her pale thighs spread in the woods. I licked my lips, remembering her taste. Bringing the panties to my nose, the scent of her floral perfume filled my lungs, and I groaned, my dick hardening.
Nothing smells as good as she does.
I went into the bathroom, setting Sarah’s panties on the counter. Stripping down, I glanced at them and then down at my cock.
Fuck it.
I wrapped the lace around my hand and then stroked my cock.
A shiver went through me, and I did it again.
Resting my other hand on the edge of the sink, I shut my eyes.
I pictured Sarah that night in the woods—her pink cheeks, messy hair, and that sweet expression on her face as she looked down on me between her legs.
I would have given anything for it to be her soft ass in my hand instead of the crappy faux granite countertop.
Switching hands, I brought her panties to my nose and breathed in her scent, gripping the base of my cock. Sarah had me so desperate for her that I was sniffing her underwear like some kind of perv.
But she was the one who gave them to me.
Spitting on my palm, I fucked my fist, picturing Sarah’s curvy body bathed in moonlight. It didn’t take long until I turned and came all over my clean shower. I guess that’s what happens when you haven’t had sex in almost a year and spent every night pressed up against the girl of your dreams.
Showered, shaved, and seriously regretting the shirt I let Jamie talk me into wearing, I knocked on Sarah’s door. There was a commotion of shushing and thuds on the other side before it swung open.
“Connor! Right on time!” Rae smiled, slightly out of breath. Behind her, Kat and Mona were bent over, holding their knees, gasping for air.
“Uh, yeah. Is Sarah ready?”
“She’ll be right down. Why don’t you come sit down so we can chat?”
“Okay?”
Rae bounced away, and I followed the panting duo to the living room. They all flopped down on the couch, so I took the loveseat.
We sat quietly for a few minutes with their panting breaths and the ticking of an ornate clock without numbers being the only noises in the room. I strained to hear any movement upstairs, but there was none.
“So, you’re taking out our Sarah.” Mona had finally gotten her breathing under control and was doing her best maternal impression.
“Yes.”
Mona arched her eyebrow, her lips twitching. “I don’t think we need to tell you how special she is.”
“No, ma’am.” If they wanted to recreate meeting the parents, who was I to not play along?
“Good. Look, we want to like you, Connor, we really do.” Rae leaned back, throwing an arm along the back of the couch. “But that’s our little girl.” All three girls looked at each other and burst out laughing.
“Oh man, our little girl?” Kat gasped, slapping Rae’s thigh. “Pulling out the big guns, huh?”
“My dad said that to my prom date. That plus my three big brothers all lurking in the background made sure the guy kept room for Jesus when we danced.” Rae rolled her eyes, a small smile on her lips.
“I can only imagine.” Mona shook her head, standing up. “Now that that’s done, I’ve got a date with Panhellenic to discuss changes to this year’s rush.”
“Now that’s a sexy Friday night,” Rae said, lying down on the couch. She threw her feet onto Kat’s lap, and Kat pushed them off with a grimace.
“Come on, Kat! My feet are killing me.”
“So go get a massage. I don’t do feet.” Kat glanced at me and tilted her head. I got nervous as she stared at my chest. “You pick out that shirt?”
Damn it, Jamie.
Before I could respond, a throat cleared, and we all turned to Sarah standing in the doorway looking a-fucking-mazing.
Her blonde hair was down in a riot of big curls, her ruby red lips were shiny, and, holy hell, her dress was the stuff of dreams. It was some kind of sparkly gold miracle that hugged her curves while also showing off her arms and legs.
Gone was the careful girl next door, and in her place stood a golden goddess.
Sarah popped her hip out, staring at me until I realized I hadn’t stood up or even said anything. Jumping off the couch, I stood close enough to hold her hand, but far enough to still be able to see all of her. “You look unbelievable.”
When my gaze made it back to her face, it was like a shot to the heart. Of course, she was gorgeous, but there, in her eyes, was something more. Or maybe it’s that I wanted more. I wanted everything from this girl.
“You too. I like your shirt.”
Glancing down at my black shirt with what Jamie called a “tasteful” gold pattern, I shook my head. “Jamie picked it out. I should’ve known.”
“Am I a loser if I like the fact we match?”
“Yes,” Kat interrupted, reminding us we weren’t alone.
Sarah stuck her tongue out at her roommate and tugged my hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
I held the door open and followed her down the rickety steps, noting the spots to fix when I had an afternoon free.
If this place were anything like mine, the landlords would never do the work.
At the bottom of the stairs, she flipped the hair away from her neck, stirring up the scent of her pretty perfume.
The light floral scent had been driving me crazy since the night I met her.