Chapter 78

10: Gage.

Of all the atrocious shit I've done since my father died-vandalizing cars, getting into drunken brawls-the thoughts I'm having right now are by far the worst.

I stand above Stella while she spreads the blanket out on the sand. Her skirt is in tatters in my car, so she's wearing nothing but panties and a button-down shirt. And not a single one of the buttons are fastened, thanks to some work from my deft fingers back in the truck. So she's on her knees, arranging the blanket and her tits are dangling there like forbidden fruit. My dick is stiffer than sin in my briefs, there is no one around for miles and I can't help it. I can't help but think about how easily I could make her mine right now.

I wouldn't have to use force. She's addicted to skin on skin contact with me.

It makes her hot. A few minutes of making out with our shirts off and she'd be screaming for me to put it in. I'm a bastard. I'm a terrible man for considering it. One flick up my wrist and she'd be on her back. She might try and push me off, briefly, but she's too horny to fight me for long. She'd let me kiss her. I'd hump her through those threadbare panties and she'd start to crave the real thing. The way I do.

No, crave isn't the right word for how badly I want Stella.

I'm being eaten alive.

She stretches out to smooth a corner of the blanket and the shirt rides up to the small of her back, displaying her ass. Those two tight buns that I'd crawl across a thousand miles of broken glass to sink my teeth into. I'm used to getting what I want, when I want it. And I've never wanted anything more than her heart, her body, her commitment to me. Never. Nothing else even comes close. So the waiting, the torture, is something of an honor. The lust burns, but I fucking love it. It belongs to Stella. It's for her, so it's right.

I'm the man who gets to be with her. That's worth the pain.

But that doesn't mean I'm a saint.

I have to find a way to get some relief. Something. Anything. Or I'm worried I won't make it through the next two days without impressing my will upon her.

And that would disrespect her thoughtfulness, her determination to make me a better man and football player. Can't do that to my future wife. I won't. I can be the good man she thinks I am.

Can't I?

I swallow the rock in my throat and close my eyes, breathing deep. Don't think about how tight her pussy is going to be. Yeah right. Every other thought in my head consists of exactly that. How she'll stretch and clench and whimper and claw.

Relief. I need it. Some measure of it. Somehow.

Already disgusted with myself, I whip off my shirt and toss it into the sand, kneeling down beside Stella on the blanket. She's in the process of finding the right page of her notes, so it takes her a moment to look up. But when she does, her double-take almost makes me laugh. Or groan. Or both. Her balance wanes and she starts to pitch sideways, so I reach out and steady her. "You all right, Stella?"

"What, me? Yes." She's staring at my abs, so I flex them and listen to her intake of breath. "I just... just..."

"You just what, honey?"

expect you to be

that what we agreed

but during the kissing parts

she's so fucking cute. How am I not tackling her onto the blanket right now? "You want me

Her cheeks darken. "I mean,

seriousness. “You should probably take yours off, too. Just so I don't

of self- conscious. Not when you've got all of this..." She wiggles

my hands around her waist and drag her toward

retort, but she chews her lip instead.

popping up and down my spine. Oh, this girl of mine. I don't like her

we have sex for the first time, I'm going to go nice and slow. I'm going to

mine.

you, Stella." Just like every other time I remember my empty, meaningless track record with women before her, a pit forms in the center of my stomach. "Please, I don't want to think about when you

the magic of her presence keeping the

she repeats

shirt, delving down the back of her panties to massage her ass cheeks. "You think it's crazy to love you after one day, honey? You ain't seen nothing yet." I'm coming dangerously close to revealing what an absolute fanatic I am for her. Maybe I have already, somewhat, but she doesn't know how deep this obsession runs. I'm

responds, shaking

from reaching for her as she picks up the

in her lap. "We should start

hour, Stella tutors me. And I memorize every single word. There is no way to forget a single thing that passes through her beautiful lips. The sun sets around her in pinks and golds as she goes through her notes, so intelligent and studious, my heart is in my throat the whole fucking time. I don't forget for a single second that we have a deal, either. For every answer I

my gut. She's never tutoring anyone else but me. I hadn't even considered the possibility until now, but I don't like it

first guy

nods. Calmly. As if I didn't

through me so swiftly, I get dizzy. "You can tutor other females if you absolutely have to, but I'm still coming

my irritation. "That won't be distracting

"Distracting how?"

going through my notes, you've looked like...I don't know. Like

"I am."

her head, exasperated, and it's

paid attention to a single word I'd

honey. Quiz me." I beat my chest with a fist. "Let's

"Athens and

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