Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 8586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 43(@200wpm)___ 34(@250wpm)___ 29(@300wpm)
He handed me my coffee—a caramel frappe with extra caramel—and the food bag before wrapping his arm around my neck and pulling me against him. Lowering his head, he slanted his lips across mine, kissing me slowly and thoroughly. I moaned, wishing my hands weren’t full so I could touch him.
A wolf whistle had him pulling back from me, and he nodded once at one of his teammates that was passing us. “Finally!” he cheered, grinning at Tye.
Tye snorted. “Finally is fucking right.” He turned us, heading for the doors on the other side of the building. “Make it known she’s forever off the market.”
My cheeks flushed as Tye led me away. “Forever, huh?” I questioned, trying hard to sound unaffected by his words.
“Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer to press his lips to my temple.
I handed him my coffee. “Hold that.” He took my coffee back, and I peered into the bag, groaning with hunger when I saw he’d bought me an iced lemon loaf. “Fuck, I love you,” I moaned, reaching inside the bag to break a piece off. I shoved it into my mouth, my eyes rolling back in my head when the sugar exploded on my tongue.
Tye snorted. “Did you eat breakfast?” he asked.
I’d stayed at my dorm the night before because it was closest to my first class of the day, and since my first class began at eight A.M., I didn’t want to have to get up earlier than usual. I hadn’t wanted to be apart from Tye, but he had to be up even earlier than I would’ve had to for his early morning run with a couple of his teammates anyway.
If I played sports and I had to get up early almost every fucking day, I’d have quit long ago.
“No,” I answered. “Got up too late, and I didn’t have enough time between classes.”
He sighed. “You should have told me. I’d have brought you something to class after my run.”
I shrugged. “Are we going to the library?” When he made a noise of affirmation, I smiled up at him. “You can just buy me something else from the cafe there. Better?”
He rolled his eyes. “Not nearly, but it’ll do.”
I laughed softly. “You’re such a grouch.”
He grunted. “And you’re a brat who’s hopeless at taking care of herself.”
I smacked the back of my hand against his chest. “Fucking rude.”
He spun me around to face him, and I stumbled, crashing against his chest. My eyes snapped up to his in alarm, and he lowered his head, bringing our faces mere centimeters apart. “I can be fucking rude, baby. Want me to be?”
Jesus fuck, he could be intense when he wanted to be. He usually hid this side of himself from me, but Christ, it was hot when he let it out to play.
“Maybe,” I breathed.
A husky chuckle slipped from his throat and vibrated through his chest, echoing into my own from how tightly he had us pressed together. Leaning in, he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, then sank his teeth into the flesh hard enough to make it bleed.
I fucking whimpered.
“Go find us a study room,” he growled, abruptly releasing me. “I’m going to get you food. Text me the room number.”
“Fucking tease,” I breathed when he stepped back.
He winked at me, a cocky smirk tilting his lips. “I’ll show you a fucking tease tonight. For now, we both have homework to do.”
“Asshole,” I griped as he began walking away from me, heading back toward the student center.
His deep chuckle floated through the air toward me. I lifted my hand to my bleeding lip, my core clenching when I pulled my hand away to find it dotted red with blood.
Fuck me.
EPILOGUE
Tye
Aura tightened her arms around my waist, and her thick thighs squeezed my hips as we leaned into the turn I took, heading deeper into the mountains. We’d graduated college two days ago, and with my parents’ help, I was surprising her with a three day vacation in a mountain cabin on a cliffside before she started her remote job as an online therapist on Monday.
When she was offered the job, she was so fucking overwhelmed with happiness, she’d cried. She’d been terrified we’d have to live apart more often than not since I got drafted into the NFL, but now, she could travel when I did and attend every single game in support of me.
When the bike straightened, she rested her head on my back, and her fingers curled into my jacket. I slowed down as I neared the driveway for the cabin I’d rented, and slowly, I made the drive up to the small vacation home. She lifted her head when I turned the bike off, and her gasp was audible behind her helmet as she took in the scenery.
The cabin was built from logs with forest-green shutters. The porch wrapped around the entire house, and there was a porch swing on the front porch. I knew from the advertisement and pictures that there would be rocking chairs on the back porch, which overlooked the valley beneath us.