Chapter 30
Chapter
Thirty
Jayne
Before I know it I’m back in Atlanta, working on a paper that’s due before Thanksgiving.
Being able to sleep with Bodi—as in literally sleep beside him—has changed our relationship in ways I didn’t anticipate.
Our comfort level is at a point I wouldn’t have believed considering it’s only been about seven weeks since we met.
I can’t dispute the feelings, though. The intimacy that extends beyond sex.
The way he makes me feel safe and loved and…
happy. I’d almost forgotten what happiness is but now I’ve found it again with Bodi.
That he’s wealthy and gorgeous are just bonuses because I would feel this way if he worked at McDonald’s.
The man beneath the exterior is the most wonderful I’ve ever known.
A little emotionally scarred, perhaps, but at his core I can’t think of anyone better.
He ticks all the damn boxes, and I won’t even get into how good the sex is. I didn’t know it could be that good. I thought long, intense orgasms could only happen on my own. That he can bring that out in me is an unexpected benefit. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to sleep with anyone else.
And I don’t want to.
Barely two months together and I’m a goner.
The thought of breaking up is unimaginable for me, and the only thing on my mind is finding a way to be together. I could move in with him, I understand that now, but it would cause problems for him on the team.
I don’t know what the future holds for us as a couple but I’m determined to find my own way professionally.
The truth is, I can be a librarian almost anywhere.
I could even work at a school where the money wouldn’t be great but I’d be sharing my love of books with impressionable kids.
The thing is, with Bodi playing hockey, we don’t need me to make a lot of money.
And if for some reason he couldn’t play anymore, or even got sent down to the minors again next year, I’d look for a better position. We’d still be fine.
Money has never been a thing for me. I don’t own designer handbags or shoes, I’ve only ever traveled with my family, and I lived frugally in college.
Yes, my father paid for everything and occasionally sent me money so I could buy necessities and have a little spending money, but I’m pretty sure the money came from my mother’s life insurance.
He doesn’t discuss money with me, unless it’s to complain about how much Lourdes, Lindy, and me cost him.
So, I’m not sure what his financial situation is at the moment.
Better than before?
Maybe.
I know his salary is more because the contract is public knowledge, but what I don’t know is how much Lourdes spends, what the mortgage is on this house, or how much Lindy’s private school costs.
And it’s not like I can ask.
Dad has been in a piss-poor mood since the team lost three of the four games on the road trip. The only one they won was against West’s old team, the Southern California Vipers. It was a blowout too, 6-0.
Beyond that, they looked tired and unorganized. Like no one knew what to do or who their linemates were. Of course, Dad changes up the lines every night and, according to Bodi, never gives them any notice. It’s frustrating for them—and it showed.
The team should be landing any time now but I’m closing the library by myself tonight.
Kelly had a migraine and went home, leaving me detailed instructions on how to close.
I’m proud that she trusts me enough to be here on my own but also a little nervous about setting the alarm.
There are six or seven steps and if I screw up, the police will show up and the library gets fined if the call was a mistake.
Kelly made it sound easy, though, and I’ve all but memorized the instructions by now. I’ll call an Uber a few minutes before I lock up and set the alarm so hopefully it will all go smoothly.
I take a handful of books and go upstairs to put them away.
For some reason, I find the quiet of the library soothing. I love books and being surrounded by this many, with no one around, might be my favorite thing ever. Other than that thing Bodi does with his tongue.
I can’t help but sigh, pressing the two books I’m holding against my chest.
I wrote him another letter last night, and I don’t know if I can give him that one. It’s filled with all the things I love about him and how I can’t wait for us to be able to go public with our relationship.
I’d worried that I’d feel self-conscious about my messy hair or morning breath, but Bodi doesn’t seem to care about any of that.
Mostly, he liked to cuddle, touch me, even when we didn’t have time for sex.
It’s an unbelievable feeling to have my gorgeous boyfriend run his hands up and down my body without any expectations.
Simply because he enjoys touching me as much as I enjoy his touch.
Humming to myself, I put the two books away and have just come down off the ladder when I hear someone calling to me.
“Jayne? You upstairs?”
He’s back!
“Bodi!” I call out, letting him know where I am. “Up here.”
Before I have time to move he’s sprinting up the stairs and coming in my direction.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he says, pushing me against the nearest shelf and covering my mouth with his. Our tongues move together urgently, his erection pressing against my core.
“You really did miss me,” I murmur, running my hands over it.
“You have no idea.” He closes his hands around the indentation of my waist, yanking me against him. His lips travel down my throat, over my chest and between my breasts. “Fuck, I love your tits.” He nuzzles the cleavage and uses his hands to bring them together.
“Bodi…” I pant breathlessly. “I’m at work.”
“It’s 9:01. The library is closed. Who’s going to come in?”
All I can do is moan in response because he’s just popped my breasts out of my bra and they’re sitting up straight and proud, waiting for him to touch them.
And touch them he does. Using his thumb, he flicks it back and forth across my right nipple while using his teeth to lightly tug and nip at the one on the left. I arch into him, because it feels amazing.
“Are you wearing panties?” he murmurs between kisses and bites.
“I’m at work—that wasn’t our deal. I’m not…” It’s really hard to think when he’s doing what he’s doing. “…going without…when…I’m here.”
He just grunts in response, continuing his sensual assault on my breasts. “God, you’re fucking perfect.” He moves to the other breast, and the cool air hitting my nipple makes me whimper.
“Bodi…please.”
“Please what? Use your words.” He lifts his gaze to mine.
I can’t believe the words that come out of my mouth next. “It’s my fantasy to…make love…in a library.”
His blue eyes turn dark and stormy.
“That right?” A faint smile tugs at his lips. “Then I guess it’s time to make your fantasy come true. Panties.”
I blink, momentarily confused.
He holds out his hand and waits.
Oh. My. God.
He wants me to take them off and give them to him right here.
I swallow but then hold his arm for balance as I reach beneath my skirt to tug them down. Slowly, I step out of them and hand them to him. He puts them in his pocket and then makes a circle motion with his forefinger.
“Turn around. Hands on that shelf.”
I pull in a shaky breath but then whirl around. My hands clutch the shelf for all I’m worth, turning white from how hard I’m holding them.
We shouldn’t do this.
It’s wrong.
It’s…oh sweet Jesus.
He’s lifting my skirt and nudging my feet apart with his.
“Lean forward, jut out your ass,” he whispers in my ear.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask as I get into position.
“Of course.”
The cool air hits my bare ass now and I squeeze my eyes shut. Before I can think too hard about what we’re about to do, he’s sliding into me with one firm thrust that has him bottoming out and me moaning with need.
“Fuck, baby, this is hot.” His body is warm and hard against my back, and he reaches around to cup my breasts, kneading and pinching in time to his rhythmic thrusts.
I’m so turned on it’s almost embarrassing but there’s no time to be embarrassed because it feels so damn good. Every time we make love is better than the last and the bar has gotten pretty damn high at this point. But Bodi is more than up to the task.
He grinds into me, body slapping against mine.
“More pressure on your tits or go harder in your pussy?” he rasps against my ear.
I make a strangled, nonsensical sound, and I guess he interprets it as going harder. The next thing I know he’s got me by the hips and he’s pounding into me like we’re in some kind of race—and it’s fucking incredible.
“Bodi, please!” I shriek, the coiling in my belly telling me I’m getting close.
His punishing thrusts get even more intense, until my feet come off the ground and I’m hanging on to the shelf for dear life.
“Cream all over my cock, baby.”
Those words, coupled with his incredible cock inside me, is all I need to push me over the edge. A rough, guttural cry leaves my chest as I convulse around him with a million shockwaves of bliss.
“Fuck!” He explodes into me, his roar bouncing off the walls.
“Oh my God!” I shriek when he pinches my clit and that somehow sends me right back over the edge. “Bodi!”
I don’t know where I am or what I’m doing. It’s just a never-ending spiral of orgasm wave after orgasm wave, keeping me in a never-ending tsunami of pleasure.
“Bodi, no more…” I gasp. “I can’t…oh shit.” I orgasm one last time before he finally releases his hold on me, setting me gently on my feet. His arms close around my middle and he holds on tight, even as tiny shockwaves continue to pulse between us.
“Now that was awesome,” he whispers, kissing my shoulder before resting his chin there.
“I’ve never…what was that?” I demand breathlessly.
“Multiple orgasms?”
“Holy fucking wow. Who knew?”
He just chuckles but still doesn’t release me.
“You feel so good,” he says quietly. “I don’t want to let go.”
“Eventually I have to lock up,” I tease.
“I know.” He pauses. “I just hate that you can’t come home with me.”
That goes double for me.