Convenient Fall (Players of Marycliff University Book 2) (9 page)

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.” The words spilled out of Megan like a chant. Her body tightened, her back arching, and she exploded, all her tension unraveling as the pleasure took over.
 

Chris leaned forward, planting his arms on either side of her head, and picked up the pace even more, prolonging her orgasm and chasing his own. Soon he thrust hard again, and again, and he held himself against her. She was still experiencing the aftershocks of her own orgasm while he shuddered above her, his eyes tightly closed. He let out a groan and collapsed against her. He lay there for a moment, his arm and half his torso on top of hers, his cock still inside her. His weight on her felt nice, firm and warm on top of her. Too bad it wouldn't happen again.

After a moment he got up and left the room without a word, leaving the door ajar. Megan sat up, starting to look around for her clothes. She spotted her jeans and panties first and climbed off the bed to get them so she could get dressed again. She heard the water running in the bathroom. Hers was the only room with an en suite. The guys shared the other bathroom.
 

The door opened and Chris came back in the room. Megan glanced up at him. He stood there naked and unselfconscious, his cock still half hard. She dropped her gaze, focused again on untangling her panties from her jeans so she could put them back on.
 

“What are you doing?” Chris still stood in the doorway, his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

She got her panties on and stood up, crossing her arms too. He might be unselfconscious about his nudity, but she felt at a distinct disadvantage standing in his room wearing only her panties. “Getting dressed.” She kept her voice neutral, but this was a strange conversation. She hadn't pegged Chris as the type to want a cuddle and some pillow talk after sex.

He ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up some more. “I see that, but why?”

Megan's mouth hung open for a moment before she recovered herself. “Well, we, uh, finished already. I thought …”

He lifted an eyebrow as she trailed off. He stepped all the way into the room and pushed the door closed behind him. “You thought I was done?”

Megan made a feeble gesture with one hand. “Aren't you?”

Chris stalked toward her, pulled her close, and wrapped his arms around her. “Not even close.” He kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers, and pulled her back onto the bed with him. They made out for a while until Chris was ready to go again. This time was slower and they both lasted longer, their initial lust having been satisfied once already.

Once again, Chris disposed of the condom in the bathroom and came back, pulling Megan onto the bed. He turned off the light and pulled her against him, back to front so they were spooning, his arm heavy around her middle.
 

Megan lay wakeful in Chris's arms, trying to parse through what this meant. They'd had sex. Twice. It had been really good both times. He'd surprised her by pulling her back into his bed after both rounds.
 

First, she'd never done it twice in one night before, not even with a steady boyfriend. Second, she'd always heard that Chris was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am kind of guy. A quick fuck and you're done. Why had he pulled her back into bed, especially the second time? She'd been prepared to leave, though she hadn't started getting dressed again. But she hated the awkward conversation with a one-night stand where one person wants the other to leave. She always expected to leave afterward unless the guy asked her to hang around a while.
 

She'd never had a one-night stand fall asleep with her before. While she wasn't wildly experienced, she was no virgin, so this was unexpected. Chris's breathing slowed, and she felt him relax against her.
 

The front door had opened and closed a while ago, indicating that Matt was home. She wanted desperately to get back to her room, but didn't want to talk to Matt on the way. Especially since she hadn't even talked to Chris yet. Talking hadn't been much of a priority since they'd gotten home.
 

So she was stuck, cuddled up with her sleeping roommate (fuck buddy?) in his bed. She was under no illusions that this meant anything more to Chris than what it appeared. The sleeping thing was what threw her off. Did he expect her to stay here all night?
 

How the hell was she supposed to get back to her room?

* * *

Megan woke up groggy and puffy eyed. From the angle of the light in her room, she knew it couldn't be that late. She grabbed her phone to check the time. It wasn't even ten, why was she awake? It had been after two in the morning before she finally heard Matt go into his bedroom. She'd waited another half an hour before she’d slipped out of Chris's bed, gathered her clothes, and crept across the house to her own room.
 

Muffled voices let her know that the guys were awake, and that was probably what had woken her up. She stretched and got out of bed, aware of the soreness between her thighs from the two rounds last night. With a satisfied smile, she went to take a shower.
 

She was glad her dry spell was over, even if it wasn't under the most ideal circumstances. Not that she hadn't wanted Chris, she'd had a little crush on him since they met over the summer, but the roommate situation complicated things. Plus, Chris wasn't known for monogamy. Or dating. Or relationships of any kind. She wondered how the rest of the morning was going to play out.

Not that Megan had much room to criticize. Maybe Chris's reputation was as unearned as her own. Everyone thought she'd slept with Isaac, but she hadn't. She knew he’d been interested, but she didn't appreciate the way he'd approached her. She'd had the occasional one-night stand, but didn't make it a habit.
 

When she didn't fuck him at the party where Lance and Abby had met, he’d started to view her as a challenge. He'd take her out to parties and always tried to feel her up or get her drunk enough to not be able to refuse. It hadn't worked. And he'd gotten mad, started calling her a slut and worse. And he'd spread rumors about her to his friends. Said he'd nailed her, that she was constantly calling him and begging for it, rather than the other way around.

After that she hadn't partied as much for the rest of the summer. She'd gone out with Chris and Matt when they'd invited her and stuck close to them. She knew they wouldn't let Isaac or his asshole friends get close enough to harass her. Just their presence near her was enough to scare off that kind of attention.

The downside of last night was today. Now they'd have to do the awkward morning after thing. Megan made it a point to never stay the night with a one-night stand. Not because the so-called walk of shame bothered her. No, it was the awkwardness with the other person the next day. With Chris it was unavoidable. Though, he'd done a pretty good job of avoiding her for the last few weeks. Maybe that would continue. Still, she should come up with a place to go just in case he didn't plan on making himself scarce.

After she dried off and pulled on some clothes, she decided to get breakfast. Might as well go out there and see what waited. Delaying wouldn't make anything any better.

The house was quiet when she opened her bedroom door. She stepped out and looked around. No sign of either Matt or Chris. She knew they had to be awake from the sounds she'd heard earlier. As she pulled out a bowl and her cereal she wondered what Matt would make of her sleeping with Chris. The thought of not telling him flitted through her mind, but she dismissed that as an unlikely scenario. Matt wasn't stupid, and she doubted Chris made a habit of keeping his conquests a secret. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the thought of being categorized as a conquest, but she didn't expect anything more from him.

Speak of the devil, he walked into the kitchen wearing a pair of athletic shorts. He stopped when he saw Megan at the table, his face blank. She swallowed her mouthful of cereal as he took the last few steps toward her. He put one hand on the back of her chair, and the other on the table, leaned down and kissed her, pressing his lips to hers, but taking it no further. She almost didn't kiss him back, holding herself stiff and unmoving, but gave in after a second. His lips felt too good against hers. When he pulled back he didn't say anything, just went into the kitchen to get himself some food.

Well. Of all the reactions she’d predicted this morning, that was not on the list.

She turned to watch him, and the silence stretched out between them. He busied himself making toast and two eggs over easy. Megan turned back to her cereal, eating slowly, trying to figure out what to make of what was happening. He kissed her and wasn't talking. It brought a whole new meaning to “don't kiss and tell.”

When his breakfast was ready he came and sat next to her at the table. Megan decided to wait him out and see if he would talk at all. Ha. Maybe she would avoid an awkward morning after conversation after all. He'd perfected the art of not talking to her while being in the same room already. Would he keep it up?
 

That kiss, though. That was different. She finished her bowl of cereal, drinking the milk straight from the bowl like she always did.
 

Chris swallowed his mouthful of food and finally looked at her when she set her bowl down. “Any plans today?”

Megan stared at him for a second. “Seriously?”

“What?”

Megan watched him eat his breakfast, and she wasn't sure whether to answer his question or just smack him upside the head and walk away. “You're going to just walk in and kiss me, not say anything, and then ask if I have plans?”

Chris stopped chewing to look at her, then finished his mouthful and swallowed. “Yeah. Is that a problem?”

“I don't even know how to answer that question.” She got up from the table and took her bowl to the sink.
 

When she looked at him again, he was sitting back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over her body. “It's a pretty straightforward question.”

“You want to know if I have plans today.” He nodded. She leaned against the counter and crossed her arms. “Why?”

“To see if you want to hang out or do something together.” He gave her a look like she wasn't too quick on the uptake.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You want to hang out with me. Since when?”

He got up and brought his now-empty plate to the sink. He set it down, and his eyes never left hers. He stepped into her personal space, crowding her, causing her to take a step to the side, and another, until he'd backed her into the corner. He placed his arms on either side of her, bracketing her in, bringing his face closer to level with hers. Megan was acutely aware of the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. This close she could smell him, a combination of him, hints of his spicy cologne, and sex from the night before. He hadn't showered and washed her off. That fact alone made her clench her thighs against the burst of arousal she felt there.
 

He dipped his head, capturing her gaze, his hazel eyes blazing with intensity. “Since July.”

Her brows came together. “Since July? Really?”

He nodded and flashed a grin. “You were hung up on that other guy that pissed you off right before the party on the Fourth, and weren't very receptive to my advances. After that you didn't seem interested in anyone, so I didn't pursue anything.”

“You have a reputation.”

There was that cheeky grin again. “I do.”

“I wasn't interested in a one-time fuck.”

A shrug. “I gathered.”

“But now you've had me, so … what is this?”

He dipped his head closer so he could whisper in her ear. “Once with you is not nearly enough.”

Megan fought to keep from squirming at his words and the tone of voice in which he delivered them. No wonder this guy had his pick of girls. With that body, that panty-dropping smile, and that voice, girls probably stripped down on the spot for him. She'd obviously not been the recipient of the full force of his charm before this. Sure, they'd flirted, but he'd never actually tried to seduce her. And now she knew why.
 

She put her hands on his chest to push him back so she could have some space to breathe, to think, but the push turned into something more like a caress. “So, what? You want to start dating now?”

He shrugged again and leaned into her touch a little. “If that's what you want to call it, sure.”

“So this was your way of asking me out?”

Something flashed across his face. Was he embarrassed? “I guess so. Are you going to say yes?”

“I have some homework I need to get done today, but otherwise I'm free. What did you have in mind?”

CHAPTER NINE

Instead of answering her question, Chris took advantage of their position and kissed her. She didn't respond at first, but softened after a second, leaning into him. It was the same reaction he'd gotten when he'd kissed her at the table. Stiffness followed by relaxing into his kiss.
 

They were pretty tame kisses—no tongue. He was holding himself in check. Really, he wanted to devour her again, take her back to his room and spend the day with her there. Since she’d put up some resistance already, he didn't think that would be an option.
 

So, homework and a date. He just wanted to spend time with her, be able to touch her. He was done denying himself what he'd been craving for so long now. He hadn't been lying. One night wasn't nearly enough to work her out of his system.