I hadn’t heard much about his dad besides the fact he’d had a riding accident. She’d obviously kept that and details of his mom away from me, and I guessed I wasn’t surprised because of the tender age I was when I knew him. I just always figured his grandpa raised him, didn’t think about much else really.
Our dishes clanked as we kept loading dishes. I took one from Mom. “And you’re not mad about what happened? I mean, he basically got you fired.”
She tsked again before rolling her eyes. “Bug, he was child. And… sometimes things are just complicated.”
“How so?”
She placed a hand on the counter. “Just complicated. And as far as I’m concerned, a boy loses his family that young and acts out I don’t blame him. I don’t blame him for a lot of things, and I’m definitely not mad.”
She nearly scolded me, and I felt bad, staring away.
Mom squeezed my shoulder. “Anyway, I think we need to go save him from Ben,” she said, nudging me with a smile. “Finish up in here, and I’ll serve the pie.”
She took it off the counter, store-bought but so good none of that mattered. My mom always made do for us, was completely awesome and more so than I believed. She really held no ill will, sympathetic where I might not have been if I’d been in her situation.
But I guess now I knew all the facts too.
After I started the dishwasher, I wiped my hands, deciding to check my phone before heading back out. I got an email so I checked it, really surprised to hear from Professor Hershel at all, least of all so soon. I’d just sent him an email with all my research notes earlier that day from my phone since I had the file saved to the Cloud.
Professor Hershel: Good work on this paper, Ms. Michaelson. I just finished it and loved it. I can’t post grades until I finish everyone else’s, but yes, it was outstanding.
A little happy dance I jigged on the inside, reading on.
Professor Hershel: And I went over your notes. Excellent stuff too, which makes sense why the paper was so good. You might want to consider a degree in psychology or even further, going the route of a medical doctor. You’ve obviously taken to all this.
Never thought I’d hear that. I smiled on, but the expression left a little by how he left the email.
Professor Hershel: Also, I think I might have heard you wrong before when we were talking. You said your friend’s mom was in a coma due to a head injury, but from what I can see with what you gave me, her coma is medically induced.
What?
Professor Hershel: Though maybe I don’t have all the facts or you jotted something down wrong error-wise in your notes. Either way, excellent work, and I’ll see you back in class next week.
Knight
I slow-fucked Greer, being inside this girl ridiculous. I’d merely get a taste, then have to be right back in, barely getting inside her dorm tonight before we were in her bed. Gripping her hands with one of my fists, I extended her, that petite little body shaking beneath me. Dipping my head, I laved over her pebbled breasts, tugging one of her pert nipples into my mouth. “Relax, dove. Last I checked, I’d popped that cherry already.”
Despite that, she was always still a quivering mess with me, innocence laced in something backed by fire. That hellcat kicked me with her little toes after I called her out, but I pulled that sigh right back out of her mouth when I bit one of those feisty little lips of hers.
“Shut up and just fuck me,” she commanded, wriggling beneath my weight. Putting up with that mouth this time, I grabbed her, pulling her back with me when I settled on my hunches.
I slammed into her body, bouncing her up and down as my dick disappeared in and out of her. This wouldn’t be long. I didn’t have the stamina. This girl may be tiny, but I worked myself like a fucking machine just to come as hard as I could when I was with her. I didn’t want to waste it, all of it too sweet.
“Fuck, Knight. Fuck.” Her nails tore across my back, and I roared, Greer dipping that sea of blond to bite my shoulder. She broke skin easily and not only did that make me want to fuck her harder but lose my mind myself. Palming her ass, I slapped myself against her inner thighs, the skin red and harsh from repeated impact. I could only take so much of this before I needed that ass, sticking my fingers inside.
She called out into my mouth, her lip pulled between my teeth. I grinned. “Hope you’re ready, dove.”
Because I was coming hard and with so much force, I feared I might shoot through the damn condom. I needed to get this girl on birth control, a fail condom inevitable with as hard and frequently as I fucked her. My little Greer definitely wasn’t a virgin anymore, all mine, and I needed her like I needed something akin to life. Food didn’t even taste the same to me anymore. Not since I had her. It was harshly different, fucking scary, but so greedy, I went along for the ride.
I think it was safe to say I wasn’t the only one.
She fell back as she came herself, her body stretched and bowed in my arms. I slapped once, twice, milking her for all I could take. My eyes rolling back, I was shaky myself as I watched her come apart then later back to me. I grinned
