Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 70

2: Stella.

How am I supposed to concentrate on the development of human civilization in Ancient Greece when this man is looming in front of me? Why won't he sit down? He started to take a place beside me on the thin mattress, but made a sound and started pacing with clenched fists.

Yes, I really should have Googled him prior to this tutoring session. Or actually watched one of the division one football games on television. At least that way I would have been prepared for the god-speaking of Ancient Greece-

that walked into my room. He's well over six foot five, bronzed and...thick.

Everywhere. So muscular that his jeans and grey, long-sleeved T-shirt are struggling not to burst at the seams. His physique would have been enough to render him a distraction, but he had to be handsome on top of being strong, didn't he? His dark hair is windblown, eyes light brown, stubble gracing his jaw.

Aman. A grown man.

The campus hero who will not play in the championship game unless I can get him to pass Western Civilization. That pressure has been weighing down on my shoulders since the dean asked me for the favor. Of course I said yes.

I'm lucky just to be here. Lucky to be attending a university without paying a single dime. Tutoring the quarterback is the least I can do in exchange for my good fortune. So many people will never get this opportunity.

"Do you want to sit down?" I ask, opening the textbook and smoothing out the sheet tucked in between the pages. My notes for our first session.

When he hesitates, raking a hand through his hair, something humiliating occurs to me. What if he thinks I'm...'m hitting on him? Asking him to sit on my bed? What was I thinking?

I shoot to my feet, fumbling the textbook in my hands. "I-I'm sorry. I should have asked you to meet me in the library."

"No, it's fine." He's staring at me with that strange intensity again. Like he's restraining himself. From what? "It's fine, I'm just...I'm trying to calm down first."

Calm down?

Confused, I lower myself back down to the mattress, noting that his jaw looks ready to pop free of its hinge. "You're not this mad over my roommate, are you?"

"I'm not mad." He tugs on the ends of his hair. "I'm always mad, Stella. Just not right now."

The textbook sits forgotten in my lap, his tortured energy holding me in thrall.

He stops pacing and shakes his head. "I'm not putting any more of that on you.” I start to tell him it's okay. This larger-than-life man must have a million friends who would gladly lend him a shoulder to lean on or a listening ear, but if he wants to confide in me, a stranger, I would listen. Of course I would. But he speaks before I can make the offer. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I have to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle the laugh.

"What?" He frowns, fingers curling into his palms. "You do, don't you?"

"No. I don't. I've never..." Why would I volunteer something so embarrassing?

The beginning of my sentence dangles there between us, until I have no choice but to complete it. "I've never even been on a date." Fire engulfs my cheeks and I flip clumsily through the textbook. "Shouldn't we be s-studying?"

his knees and

is he asking? Maybe I'm such an anomaly in his world of television cameras and touchdowns, he's fascinated by my celibate lifestyle. I shake

the room. "I have an apartment off campus. You'll have a lot more space there." This time

when I notice how fast my heart is beating. And my knees are

to anything or anyone before. Why does the first time have to be with a nationally admired

cheek and for a moment, he looks almost amused. But

deadly serious. "I'm going to

Do you understand what

This happens a lot. I was raised in a quiet orphanage by anun named Sister Mary Donovan who'd taken a vow of silence. I'm not great at interacting with people, let alone

me. I'm going too fast, doing this all wrong. Jesus, you fucking fluster

on the bed. As a matter of fact, I've stood up and sat down so many times since he arrived, I might as well be in mass. I duck my chin into my chest to suppress

"Stella!"

mid-air and jerks me down into his lap

below his. His eyes search mine with a lot more worry than

"I'm fine. I'm-"

touches my bare skin and...and every nerve ending in my body screams in delight. Screams. Powerful enough to shatter glass. Or me, rather. I'm shattering, shaking. Moaning

I know

I know that.

my cheek into his palm, barely capable of keeping my eyes open, the rush of sensations is

I can't remember the last time. Sister might have given me a hug on my fifteenth

"I don't understand. You haven't been touched at all since you were fifteen?" His thumb brushes my cheekbone and I go limp with a sob, but his strong arms tighten and hold me

by the warmth of his hand, the tingles his touch spreads all the way to my belly, I can barely explain. "I was put up for adoption when I

of my jaw, down the side of my neck, making me gasp. "How did you end up here? You're a freshman, right? You have to be. I would

the hollow of my throat now, then it's traveling lower. Looking me in the eye, Gage pops open the buttons of my cardigan, one by one. But when he starts to spread it open,

on, I'm the one who gets to

only one who is allowed. Understood?" I nod, barely cognizant of what

long before he walked through the door tonight. "If my hand

Tits.

never heard that word out

any sexual references being tossed around. To be fair, I normally put my head down and power walk between classes, because I'm so overwhelmed by the size of the university. The multitude of people. It's so much bigger and busier than anywhere

on the large object, trying to discern its exact shape. When Gage grits his teeth and curses, it dawns on me. It's his hard penis. He's...aroused? I've

ass telling me yes, Gage, play with my

the room is a million degrees,

between my thighs again, about a hundred times worse than when I read about male arousal in health class. Because

his touch feels so startlingly amazing, I find

second, the textbook has been knocked onto

His eyes