Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
CHELSEA
School has always been easy for me. Even with all the chaos of my home life, or maybe because I craved some kind of structure, I’ve always excelled in my education.
I was tested in elementary school and was considered to be gifted—whatever that means—and took all honors classes throughout the rest of my middle school and high school years.
I’m in the honors program here as well. But for some reason, I’ve been struggling a little with studying lately.
It’s not that I don’t know the material; it’s more the focusing part of it that’s starting to stress me out.
I know I’ve been a bit preoccupied with a certain quarterback. But Aunt Laura has brought up this letter almost every time we’ve spoken lately. I just don’t want to read it. I haven’t read a single letter from my father since he’s been in prison, so I don’t understand what the urgency is now.
For me, there are more important things to be focused on, like law school applications, what my next steps are, and now …
Bo. I never expected to fall for a guy like Bo, and—let’s be honest—the timing couldn’t be worse.
Where do we go from here? With him going to the NFL and me not knowing where I’m going to law school yet, it kinda feels like we have a timer set for when our relationship will end. And I really don’t like this feeling.
I haven’t seen him since Friday, before he left for his away game, and I …
miss him. And not just in a casual oh, I miss you so much kind of way that you tell your friends or family in conversation.
Like I miss him in a I breathe easier when he’s around kind of way.
It’s foreign to me, this feeling. Bo isn’t the type of guy who will be easy to walk away from—ever.
And I don’t want to. Usually, by this point in a relationship, I’m ready to move on, but with Bo, what I feel is the complete opposite.
But for the first time in my life, the idea of being in a committed relationship doesn’t make me feel anxious. Although I’m anxious to see him now.
He hasn’t texted since this morning, which I’m hoping means he’s on his way back since the weather has cleared here. I know he wasn’t happy about being stuck in Tennessee, especially after a loss.
Trying to study in the library and not look at my phone every few minutes isn’t very productive, but I blocked out this time for the library, so I need to get my shit together instead of staring blankly at my laptop.
Maybe if I just start typing, I can get refocused.
Although I do need a book for my research before I get too deep into it. So, I stand and unzip my hoodie and hang it over my chair, then slip my phone, just in case Bo calls or texts, and my wallet in my back pocket and make my way to the row where the book I need should be.
The Law section is in the back, where I can find a book on torts and US private law. I find my book, which is on the right side, but not the right spot, and reach up to grab it, but it’s a little too high for me.
“Fuck.”
“Do you need some help with that?” a low and very sexy voice asks in my ear.
It’s a smooth baritone I know well and have been having eargasms to the last few nights while he was away. Strong hands run up my sides and to the front, up to my breasts, making me freeze.
A shiver rushes through me, and I feel it all the way down to my toes. If it were anyone else, I’d freak. But I know this man. This man is mine.
I turn to face Bo, and we have matching smiles. I reach up to wrap my arms around him, and he lifts me in his arms.
“Hi,” he says, then kisses my neck.
“Hi.” With my head tucked into his neck, I breathe him in. He smells like citrus, a little sweaty, but not in a stinky way, and a hint of something sweet.
“Do you need help getting that book, or can I give you a kiss first?” He pulls his head back to look at me.
Instead of answering him, I grab the back of his head and seal my mouth to his. I trace the seam of his lips with my tongue, and he opens for me. I twirl my tongue around his, savoring the taste of him, and I feel like I can’t kiss him hard enough or deep enough.
He sets my feet on the floor, but only so he can grab the back of my thighs and lift me up.
My back hits the book stacks, and I use the shelf to brace my weight, not that Bo can’t hold me with his strength.
The wall of books makes it easier for me to wrap my legs around him, bunching the skirt I’m wearing practically to my waist, but I don’t care.
He rocks me against his hard-on that I can feel straining against the zipper.
When he breaks the kiss, we’re both breathing hard. His lips are wet from our kiss.
“I fucking missed you so much. This weekend was brutal in every way.” He sets his forehead against mine.
“I missed you too. I don’t care much for you being away for long.” I kiss his lips again.
He chuckles deep in his chest. “Same, baby. I couldn’t wait to see you. I practically ran here from the stadium.” His hands inch up higher on my thighs. “You’re wearing a skirt?”
I nod, biting my lip. I didn’t think much about it when I got dressed earlier today, but now, I’m pretty happy with my choice. Especially seeing the heat in Bo’s eyes, which only turns me on more than I already was from that kiss.
“Goddamn, Lucky. I’m not sure I can wait till we get home to fuck you.” He looks to the left, then to the right.
“So, don’t.” I roll my hips against him, making him groan.
Honestly, this isn’t a risk I would normally take since I work here and I’ve never been one for public displays.
But I can’t lie and say the thought of someone catching us doesn’t turn me on a little.
Or maybe it’s the rush of needing to have him fuck me fast and hard that makes me lose all common sense.
He captures my mouth again, and this kiss is just as frantic.
We’re devouring each other, almost desperate.
His hold on me shifts, and he wraps an arm under my butt to hold me.
He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down far enough to free his hard, thick cock.
Then he runs his hand under my thigh, reaching my center, pulling my panties to the side.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” His fingers run from my opening to my clit, then back, and he thrusts one finger inside me. Then another.
“Bo, I need you.” My voice is a hurried whisper.
I pull his head toward me and take his lips again, licking, biting, sucking. Rolling my hips against his hand, seeking the friction I need.
His mouth is on my ear, so his spoken words are hushed, deep, and intense. “I got you, baby.” He pulls his fingers out of me and takes hold of his cock, then runs the head through my slit. “This might hurt a little,” he says, pushing into me in short thrusts.
“I’m good, I promise.” I tilt my hips down to push him into me more.
He pushes in deeper, and, yeah, it stings a little, but I’m so wet at this point that it won’t last long. His hand moves up to my tank top, and he pushes it up, exposing my bra. He pulls one of the cups down and covers my breast completely with his hand, squeezing. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
“Bo, I love that you think so, but we need to hurry. Fuck me.”
I’m low-key getting a little nervous about someone walking by and seeing us now. My boob is completely out, and his pants are down far enough to look suspicious. There’s literally no hiding what we’re doing.
He starts to pump faster and faster, his fingers digging into the backs of my thighs. “I’m not gonna last, so I hope you’re close. I missed this pussy too much. You’re so tight. Fuck.”
“Kiss me,” I say, panting.
I move my hands to the sides of his face, and I can feel sweat beading at his temples.
He tilts his head and seals his mouth over mine in a searing kiss.
Being in this position, my clit hits his pubic bone in just the right spot to drive me wild and closer to coming. I moan into his mouth as the first pulse of my orgasm starts.
His hips are moving so fast now; he’s almost out of control as I start to come. We’re both panting with our mouths hovering over each other, and within seconds, we both fall.
I kiss him, tongue moving slowly around his as my orgasm rolls through me. It feels even better because I can feel him pulsing inside me too. He pushes up once more and stills as he comes.
We take a minute to catch our breath. Then he pulls out of me and sets me on my feet. I feel slightly wobbly while I adjust my panties and pull my shirt back down. His dick is still slightly hard when I look over to see him pulling up his boxers and jeans.
Once he’s tucked in, he grabs my waist in his hands and tugs me closer, placing a soft kiss on my lips. “Well, that was a first for me.”
I let out a loud laugh, then cover my mouth with my hand. “Yeah, me too. We’re lucky it’s so quiet in here right now.” I wrap my arms around his neck again and tip my chin to kiss him.
“Are you almost done, or do you still have a lot to do? I was hungry before, but now I’m really hungry.” He pats his stomach.
I turn and look at the book I need on the shelf, then back to Bo. “I mean, technically, I have a paper to write, but it’s not due until Friday. I could wrap up.” I take his hand and lead him back to the table.
“Let’s grab some food and go to your place. Noelle is on her way to our place, according to Casey, so we’ll have your apartment to ourselves, and I’m not done with you yet.” He smacks my butt playfully.
I gather my laptop and notebook and slide them both into my backpack. Then I put my hoodie back on and zip it halfway up. “Sounds good to me. And I might not be done with you yet either.”
I point a finger into his chest, and he takes it in his hand, pulls it up to his mouth, and kisses the tip.
“Let me have your bag.” He holds out his hand, and I give him my bag. Then he slings it over his shoulder. “Ready?”
“Yep, let’s go.”