Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Chapter 81

13: Stella.

I'm not the only one waiting outside of the test room.

Half the school is here in red and gold, our official colors. Some people even have their faces painted or hold signs with encouraging messages for Gage.

When it was just the two of us studying, the pressure to help him pass was more than enough, but this? So much is on the line. If Gage doesn't pass, he won't play in the championship and we will lose. It's a given.

No. He's going to pass. Not only that, he's going to get an A.

He worked so hard and he's a lot smarter than he gives himself credit for.

Remembering his directions to me before we left the apartment, I close my eyes and recall him beneath me last night, the way he rode me on his bucking hips, sweat dripping off his abs, jaw clenched tight, shuddering, trying not to come. How he groaned my name so brokenly. How he threw himself off the bed and took a cold shower while I lay panting, my underwear clinging to my skin. It's almost over. The waiting is almost-

My thoughts burst like a bubble when II hear a door creak. Slam.

My eyes fly open. The mass of students is deadly silent as Gage walks out, backpack slung over one shoulder, a backwards hat on his head. He's holding a paper in his hand, but I can't read his expression. Oh God, he's not smiling.

What happened?

He's focused on me, jaw set.

He stops in the center of the courtyard, holds up the paper. "I got an A."

Utter pandemonium breaks out. Deafening cheers, screams of joy. Male students chest bump as they watch their hero stride toward me. Somewhere in the distance, a marching band begins to play, but my heartbeat drowns out the noise almost immediately. Because my boyfriend very clearly does not care about the fanfare whatsoever. And if I had any doubt about that fact, he rids me of it a second later when I'm thrown over his shoulder and carried out of the courtyard.

smile is so huge that it

the muscular swells of his butt. "You did it. You did it.

walking. Faster. He doesn't slow down until we're at the

forgotten in his hand. He wrenches open the passenger side of his truck and tosses the stapled papers into the footwell, then sets me down on the seat,

"T-Gage? Are you okay?"

No answer.

the wetness. It comes on so fast, it's almost embarrassing. By the time he climbs into the driver's side of the truck and starts the engine with a violent twist of his wrist, my nails are clawing the seat on either side of my hips. "Don't say another word. Your innocent voice is too much when I'm this

minutes away," I

long," he clips. "Pull them down or I'll tear them straight

his orders. Some undiscovered part of me is thrilled by the fact that

and work the panties down my thighs, his groan rending the air in

with his harsh panting. I twist the panties in my hands nervously, but he

on fire, muscles seething. I'm freed of the seatbelt and pulled into his arms, carried around to the rear bed of the truck. He settles me on the lowered grate, returning

"Gage?"

He doesn't answer me.

me closer to the blanket and pushes

the towering trees above us. "Don't,"

shirt and starting on the button and zipper of

say my name like

"Like what?"

as I can get this one fuck, honey. I'm dying. I need to bang you-hard and rough and

could go

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