Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
When Teagan collapsed on me, her breathing was erratic. We were both completely out of breath.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” she said against my neck.
I pulled her against me. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come, Teagan.”
“I’ve never come like that. It felt amazing.”
Hearing that absolutely thrilled me.
I squeezed her apple bottom possessively. “For someone who’s avoided sex, you definitely seem to know what you’re doing, love.”
“You’re the first person who’s ever made me want to let go like that.”
I cupped her face. “Thank you for trusting me enough to let go.”
After I carefully pulled out of her, I got up to discard the condom. I took a moment to stare at her beautiful naked body splayed out on the bed as she waited for me to return. Her long hair practically covered half of her. She looked like a piece of artwork displayed in the finest museum—gorgeously curvy, classy.
“You’re astonishingly beautiful naked.”
Her eyes wandered over my body, immediately making me hard again. “You’re so sexy, Caleb. I’ve always wanted you. I’ve dreamed about that body. I feel so high right now.”
And with that, my dick was officially ready again.
I crawled over to her and kissed her lips. “What now? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you again,” she said, blushing.
“This time I want you under me.” On all fours, I pinned her beneath me as I positioned my erection.
We fucked several more times in that hotel room. At one point I had to run to the concierge desk downstairs, which thankfully sold condoms. We ordered room service and talked all night—about our fears and dreams, mixed in with a little nonsense. I’d always felt close to Teagan, but now she’d infiltrated my soul in a way that was irreversible.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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TEAGAN
It was the worst possible time for him to message me.
Caleb: I want to eat your pussy again.
Caleb: I want to eat your pussy again.
Caleb: I want to eat your pussy again.
The texts wouldn’t stop coming. The awful part? I was in church with my parents and Shelley. It was Easter, the only time I ever went with them. Caleb’s phone was doing that thing where it sent the same text over and over, even though he’d only sent it once. Thank goodness I’d shielded the screen when I checked the first time. Given where I was, I felt like I should’ve ignited into flames or something.
After our night at the hotel in the city, Caleb and I had continued to have sex, albeit more quietly because of the need to sneak around in my room. It had been a couple of weeks now. We’d both decided it was better to enjoy the time we had left, rather than force ourselves away from each other. And we were addicted. I knew the chances of getting hurt were much higher this way, but I enjoyed him too much to stop. We enjoyed each other. It was the happiest I’d ever been in my life.
Caleb would sneak into my bedroom almost every night and go back to his room before anyone woke in the morning. There was a chance we could get caught, but I wasn’t sure my parents would mind if they knew—better Caleb than someone they didn’t know and trust. It’s not like I wouldn’t be having sex if I were living in the dorms.
But this was a lot more than sex.
***
Caleb slowly pulled out of me.
The second I didn’t feel him anymore, a coldness came over me. I suddenly felt the past couple of weeks crashing down on us as we lay in my bed that night.
He must have seen that I was coming out of my haze. He pulled me toward him and whispered over my lips. “Talk to me, Teagan.”
Looking up into his eyes, I shook my head. “I just...I don’t know what we’re doing.”
He nodded, like this came as no surprise to him. “You’re starting to regret it.”
“Regret is not the right word.”
Caleb shook his head. “I knew this would happen. It wasn’t enough to stop us from being together, but I knew reality would set in. It was inevitable.”
“You have a little over a month left. I thought I could do this with you until the end, but I feel like I’m getting in too deep. It might be time to stop.”
He looked pained. “I don’t want to leave you, Teagan. I hope you realize that.”
“I know you don’t.” I considered a last-ditch proposal I knew I’d likely regret. It came out before I could change my mind about proposing it.
“There’s still no way you could stay, right?”
Caleb buried his face in the crook of my neck and spoke over my skin. “I want to…so badly. I just worry about my mother. I suppose I could drop out and find a way to get a work visa or something—or maybe try to enroll in another program somewhere else. I’m not entirely sure I can do that, or that I’d be able to make it happen in time, though.”