“Guess.” Her grin is all sass.
“How could I know that? You don’t know mine.” My tone teases.
“Of course I know your top choice.” Her know-it-all attitude is cute rather than annoying.
“Oh? And why do you think you know that?” I challenge her.
She strokes my forehead with her nails, and it feels so good that I get goose bumps. “You want to go to Brockden. Because of their five-year architecture program, duh. It’s one of the best in the country.”
I should have known she had me all figured out. “Do you always have to be right?”
“Someone has to do it.” Her nails continue to tickle lightly against my scalp.
And I’m not sure why, but that motion is giving me a boner. Hell, anything concerning Blair gives me a boner.
“I’m hard.” I wiggle my eyebrows up at her and then grab her around the waist.
She might be feisty, but I’m stronger, and I pull her half underneath me while she swats at my biceps.
“You’re insatiable. I have to study!” Blair scolds me, trying to wriggle out from under me.
“But studying me is so much better than that lame old textbook.” I pepper her neck with kisses.
Her legs wrap around my waist, and my cock lines up with her pelvis. I grind into her, eliciting moans from both of us. If dry-humping were a sport, we could have won an Olympic medal throughout the last couple of weeks.
Blair’s hands massage my scalp as I latch onto her earlobe, biting on the spot I’ve figured out makes her cry out. She does just that, and her hands fall to my waist where they begin pulling at the hem of my shirt.
“What is your top choice?” I whisper, needing to know before my brain gets too hazy in the thick of her.
“Brockden.” She sighs as my hand meets her bare stomach under her sweater.
“What?” That half-snaps my mind out of the lust it’s falling into.
Long black lashes blink up at me. “They have a great political science program.”
My heart thumps against my rib cage, seemingly trying to break out and reunite with hers. There is a chance this doesn’t have to end when the summer does. There is a chance we won’t be separated again. There is a chance I can have everything I want.
Blair’s textbook clatters to the floor loudly as I fully rise up over her, those slim, soft fingers pulling my shirt over my head. And when my mouth meets hers again, it’s with the passion of every wish I hope comes true.
30
Blair
“Gnarly powder, my dudes.”
Glavin launches his body belly first onto the tube and whizzes down the massive hill, and I’m convinced he might sustain more brain damage than he already has.
“He’s so annoying.” I chuckle with Nate, who is too busy mooning at his Ridgeport crush, Jacob, who tagged along on our tubing adventure today.
“Share a double with me?” Jacob asks Nate in his husky accent.
The guy attends high school the town over but spends summers in Mexico with his mom’s family, hence the gorgeous lilt in his voice. If he wasn’t gay and totally into Nate, I might go for him. Oh, and there is the whole Sawyer thing, too.
“Of course.” Nate practically jumps with glee, and they head off.
“Hm, a double sounds like a good idea.” Sawyer walks up, snow flecks on his eyelashes.
We’re standing on top of Alpac Mountain, the local hot spot for tubing. When a blizzard showed up yesterday, we got a snow day off of school. Which we have today, and the first thing my friends wanted to do was dress like abominable snow monsters and launch ourselves down frigid hills. So here we are.
“But if you tip it and we go flying, there will be hell to pay,” I singsong, walking my fingers up his chest.
“Mm, I kind of like the idea of getting in trouble with you.” He sidles up to me, pulling my puffy snow pants and coat covered body into him.
Sawyer is busy trying to get his lips underneath my scarf and onto my neck when Laura and Matt join us at the top of the hill.
“Didn’t you two already cause enough trouble, which is how you ended up as enemies?” Laura points out.
“That was the bad kind of trouble. This is the good kind of trouble.” Sawyer doesn’t take his attention off trying to undress me on the side of the mountain.
I swat him away. “Sometimes, like right now, I’m reminded why I thought you were a cocky asshole.”
“But you love it. And me.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
Matt is holding onto a snowboard, grinning like a fool as Sawyer goes to grab a doubles tube for the two of us to ride down on.
“What?” My voice is exasperated after having Sawyer’s best friend smirk at me for so long.
He shrugs. “I always suspected that he was crazy about you, but I really knew it when he punched me in the face after I said I wanted to fuck you. I don’t, by the way. I mean, you’re hot and if lover boy here wasn’t in the picture, I can’t say I wouldn’t go for it, but—”
Laura smacks him with her tube. “Hey!”
Matt winks at her. “Just playing, babe. But anyways, it’s really nice to finally see him man up and own his feelings. And it means Glav and I can stop treating you like shit. I’m really sorry about all that, by the way. Truly, we were complete assholes. I’ll give you one free nut shot, if you want.”
I can’t help the snicker that lets loose. “I’m good, thanks. I don’t need to punch you in the balls. But that means a lot. I will, however, cut your entire sack off if you hurt my best friend.”
My chin tilts in Laura’s direction; she rolls her eyes, and Matt covers his family jewels with his free hand. “Understood.”
I’m not sure what those two are playing at, and I think
