Good Sensations (21 page)

She tosses it off into the room somewhere, then runs her nails lightly down my chest sending shivers through my body.

My voice is gruff, my desire taking over, my patience gone. “I want these off. Now.” I lift up, and she scrambles beneath me to remove her shorts. I smile, and ask, “No underwear, Mallory?”

“Nope,” she says, cocking an eyebrow and grinning.

“Fuck, I love you.”

She laughs. I untie the drawstring of my pants, but she pushes them down with her hands before jumping off the bed to pull them the rest of the way off.

After she takes her sweatshirt off, I climb back on top of her, positioning myself. “I was right. No bra, you tease.”

“It’s called motivation. I thought it would be a good reward for helping me move.”

“You know me too well. By the way, welcome home, baby.”

Her lids close when I push into her. My own lids close in sync with the forward motion. Biting my lower lip, I enjoy the slow pace of our bodies moving together.

When I open my eyes, her hands are rubbing across her chest and I see her ring,
my ring
, on her finger, two and a half carats for the world to see our commitment to each other. She opens her eyes as her hand reaches up stroking my face gently. “I love you.” I’ll never get enough of hearing those words from her lips.

She moves against me, encouraging me to speed up, so I do and we both moan in pleasure.

I slip my arm under her leg, lifting her up by the knee and getting closer—moving deeper, thrusting harder. Her hands grab my shoulders, holding on until her head falls back and her mouth falls open. “Fuck, keep going, babe. Keep going.”

Pushing up with my hips, I know I’ll hit her sweet spot. She bucks beneath me, not able to contain herself. She swears, calling out my name one more time as she tenses, then tremors.

My orgasm hits me just after hearing her dirty words—both hitting fast and hard. I collapse on top of her trying to catch my breath and slow my racing heart. But when I try to move off her, our bodies slick with sweat, she holds me tighter and whispers, “Stay.”

“Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she says with a sigh. “I love this part.”

I smile. “Mallory?”

“Yes,” she answers, rubbing my shoulder gently.

“Promise me it will always be like this.”

“I promise you it will always be like this.”

I roll off and we move to our sides, then I pull her even closer and kiss the tender spot behind her ear. “Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“You excited or nervous?” Mallory asks, sitting across from me and eating a bowl of cereal.

“Both.” I stand up, my anxiety over the first day of school showing by the full bowl of cereal on the table. “I’ve lost my appetite.” Walking into the kitchen, I grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

After looking at her watch, she announces, “Time to go, hot stuff.”

Dropping the bottle inside my back pack, I swing it onto my shoulder and stand near the door, waiting on her.

I hear a huff as she grabs her backpack from the floor next to the table. “Hey, there isn’t maid service here. Bowl. Sink.”

“Remind me to find a cleaning service soon then because this cleaning stuff you’re obsessed with sucks.”

She giggles. “Call Ms. Chart to come for a visit. I’m sure she’d be happy to help you interview housekeepers.”

That gives me an idea. “I could ask her to move in here with us. We have the extra bedroom.”

Mallory looks at me, eyes narrows, frown on her face.

“I’m just playing with ya,” I say, teasing. “Why would she leave Hawaii or even New York for the cold and snow of Colorado?”

“Why indeed.”

I take the bowl to the sink and we leave.

While walking to school, I can tell Mallory is lost in thought. I stay quiet and let her think. One thing I’ve learned about her is when she’s ready to talk, she will.

She kisses me in front of the English building before disappearing inside after a quick goodbye. I walk down to the Psychology building and find the auditorium of my first class.

Shifting uncomfortably in my chair, I look around, feeling much older than most of the other students. Maybe I’m feeling the toll life has taken, aged by experience. Makes me feel lucky that most of my credits transferred and I tested out of the other basics or I’d be with a bunch of eighteen-year-olds instead of kids who can at least buy beer.

Thankfully my morning passes by uneventfully. School is just how I remember. I meet Mallory for lunch at a deli near campus. When I walk in, I see her sitting in a corner. Tossing my bag across the seat, I slide in. “Hey there.”

“Hi,” she says, smiling. “How were your first classes?”

“So far so good. No surprises.”

“That’s good. Are they interesting?”

“Yeah, I like them.”

“What about girls?”

“What about girls?” I ask.

She briefly glances out the window then back to me. By the way she’s fidgeting, I think she’s nervous. “Any girls you find interesting?”

“Only one,” I say, reaching across the table and taking hold of her hand, stilling it. “You’re the only girl I’ve got eyes for.”

“Sorry,” she says, looking at our hands.

“For what?”

“For, you know, being ridiculous.”

“I like when you’re ridiculous. Means you think I’m hot.”

That makes her laugh. “I do think you’re hot.”

“Good. Because I think you’re really hot.”

“Okay, silly boy, let’s get back to your day and classes.”

I lean back in the booth. “They’re going to be a lot of work. I can tell.”

“Well, knowing you, you’ll get straight A’s.” She slips out of the booth and stands. “We should go up and order our food. We don’t have a ton of time.”

We go through the line then sit back down.

“Sooo,” she starts, looking down at her sandwich. I set mine down because I can tell whatever she’s about to say is important. “I wanted to talk to about some things I’ve been thinking about.”

“Alright.” I clasp my hands together under the table and lean forward to listen.

“I know you just got here and all, but I was wondering what you thought about—”

“The food?”

“No, um,” she says, chuckling. “What do you think of Colorado since you’ve been here?”

I sit back, my heart starts racing, and I brace myself, suddenly nervous for some reason. I drag my sweating palms up and down my thighs as my eyes travel to her left hand to make sure her ring is still there.
It is
.

“I’m applying for the graduate program here, but I’d also like to apply to the University of Hawaii. They have a great program and it would be warm and I don’t know where we could live or anything, but I’m sure we could figure that out. Sunny and Zach are staying there after graduation and I could work on campus or maybe even at Big Kehones to make mone—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute. Back up.” I hold up my hands, stopping her. “Let me get this straight. You might be moving to Hawaii?”

“Well, I wouldn’t do anything without talking to you. It’s a big decision that we have to make together now.” She wiggles her ring finger at me. “I’m happy to stay here if you prefer. I know—”

“That’s not what I’m saying. It’s probably not the best idea for me to change again, but I want to go back to Hawaii. My car is there.”

“You only want to go back for your car?”

“No, but I’d have a car. We could live at the house.”

“That brings me to part two of what I’ve been thinking about—the wedding.”

“Did you pick a date?”

“I picked a location. I want to get married in Hawaii. We said after my graduation, so I was thinking this summer. June, if that’s not too soon.”

I get up and slide across the booth next to her. Wrapping my arm around her shoulder, I say, “June sounds perfect. I thought I was gonna have to wait until after my graduation, which is a lot longer than June.” I kiss her and she kisses me back not caring that we’re in public.

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?”

“Moving here and then maybe, possibly moving again.” She crinkles her nose in worry. “You have an apartment with stuff now.”

“I’m in my major now, but the classes I’m taking this semester will transfer. I’d go back to Hawaii in a heartbeat. And I can sell the furniture and other stuff we don’t want. June, huh?”

She looks down shyly, twisting the ring around her finger. “I’m ready to be married, to be tied to you permanently.”

“You can’t say things like that to me in public. Words like that make me want to bend you over this table and have my way with you.”

Her green eyes lock on mine, all tempting lust and challenging. “I like your wicked ways. So what’s stopping you?”

“Hot damn, woman,” I say, lifting up to adjust my jeans, hoping to find some extra room for my erection. “I’m trying to be a gentleman. I’m trying to control the primal urges that tell me to fuck you right here and now.”

“Well, if you ever want to
not
‘control’ those urges, you know where to find me,” she says, knowing she owns my ass.

She’s just about to take a bite of her sandwich when I ask, “How much time do you have until your next class?”

Setting her food down, she looks at her phone to check. “Forty-five minutes.”

I grab the food, toss it on the tray and dump it in the garbage bin before grabbing both of our backpacks, her hand, and pull her out the door.

“Evan?”

“Yep?” I answer, trying to figure out how I can shorten the ten minute walk back to the apartment.

“Are you taking me home to have sex? In the middle of the day?”

“No, I’m taking you home to fuck in the middle of the day.”

“It’s the first day of classes,” she says, double-timing to keep up with my pace.

“We’re setting a precedence. This is how all first days should be,” I reply proudly.

Laying next to me, her eyes heavy, her body covered in a light layer of sweat. “Holy fuck, babe.”

“I promised a solid fuck.”

Mallory rolls on top of me, wiggling her sweet ass as she straddles my middle. I hold her by the hips, looking up at my sexy girl. Leaning forward, she drops her arms on either side of my head. Her hair tickles my ears and she looks into my eyes. “You sure did and you delivered. Since the day you asked if I needed a ride from the airport with all your cocky attitude and swagger, you’ve delivered on your promises.” Leaning all the way down, she plants her lips on my mouth, her tongue finding mine, and with sensual caresses, her body begins slowly rocking against me, seeking more.

I roll her over so I’m on top, my body recovering and reacting. “We’re gonna miss our classes if we do this, but I’m game if you are.”

A smile slides onto her face and she sighs. “I could spend an eternity in bed with you and never get enough.”

“You have my soul wrapped around your finger, so I’m counting on longer.” I kiss her again.

We’re only twenty minutes late to our next classes… I have no regrets.

He’s so happy. The heaviness lifted from his eyes replaced with pure joy. Evan’s complexion already looks more golden and we just landed in Oahu.

“I missed you,” he says, gingerly rubbing his dashboard and placing a kiss there.