Tucker looks away once before leaning in closer and dropping his voice to a hushed tone. “Can I call you later? I really just want to talk. I’ve missed you.”
Of course, he misses her. I miss her from the moment she leaves my bed in the morning to the second I have her in my arms again. Keeping what’s between us a secret is beginning to feel physically painful. I watch her chew on the corner of her lip as she looks at him but when I can't stand to look at them anymore, I drop my gaze to the floor.
“I don’t think so.” Her voice is quiet but firm.
“Don’t tell me you have a new boyfriend.” He says it like the thought is completely asinine, and maybe for someone who doesn’t know her well, it would be. Someone who hasn’t been there long enough for her to open up to. Someone who’s only gotten to know the shielded version of her.
Nevertheless, my heartbeat hammers erratically as I wait for her response. I stare down at my hands, rubbing a thumb over my clammy palm. The blood feels like it's draining from my face the longer the silence stretches between them.
“I’m—”
Fuck it.My head whips up, and I find her eyes on me.
“Seeing someone,” she finishes, handing him his black coffee.
Relief floods my veins. I exhale a deep breath because,yeah, I want the entire fucking world to know she’s mine. It might be a dick move, but I can’t help myself. I’m feeling invincible at this moment.
I cup Tucker’s shoulder, stepping up to the counter. “Tough break, buddy.”
He curls his lip up in disgust before registering who I am. His eyes flirt back to Savannah until he finally tucks his tail between his legs and stomps off without another look in our direction.
“Hey.” I beam at her, and she responds with a little huff of laughter and a light shake of her head.
My fingers catch in the soft waves of Savannah’s hair. I’m trying not to be distracted by the fact that she's standing in front of me in nothing but a towel while I undo her braids.
“You seem tired.”
My eyes catch hers in the mirror, but I quickly look away, back to her hair before I shake my head.
Admitting that I’m tired feels like I’m admitting I can’t handle it. Plus, I don’t like talking about the extra training my dad has me on. Without knowing him, his style can be easy to judge, especially for someone like Savannah, whose dad has a much different approach.
The truth is, I am tired. I’m tired of feeling like I’m falling behind. I’m tired of feeling like a failure in certain areas. I want to have it all. I want to be able to train and compete at the highest level. I want to pass my courses. I want to be a guy deserving of Savannah, someone that she doesn’t want to hide. This new need to be the best for her, to want to give her my all and never disappoint her, it only adds to my growing list of places where my attention needs to be. But right now, I don’t want to be anywhere else.
Her hair slips through my fingers before tumbling in soft waves down her back. I run my hands over the soft slopes of her shoulders and place a gentle kiss on the pulse point in her neck, causing her head to drop lazily to my shoulder. I instinctively wrap my arms around her, anchoring myself to her.
For a moment, in this bathroom, I can trick myself into believing that nothing outside exists. For right now, it’s just us.
Her body hums against me and her eyes catch mine through the mirror. Her hands hold the plush white towel loosely around her breasts, and I drop my lips to her shoulder, breathing her in. A gentle moan echoes in the small space as I slip my hand between the fold of her towel, and drag my palm up her inner thighs until I feel the warmth radiating from her.
She turns her head just enough, and my other hand cups the side of her face. I don’t deserve this right now, but she does, and I’ll always give her everything she deserves.
I kiss her and she shivers, letting go of her towel in response.
My middle two fingers slide between her warmth before I bury them inside of her.
Her lips part, allowing my tongue to explore deeper, and I press my palm against her, rubbing her clit.
“Yes,” she pants softly.
I let go of my hold on her neck and pinch one of her nipples between my fingers. Her chest juts forward, pressing more firmly into the palm of my hand. Her bare ass digs into the front of my jeans, where I’m straining against the unforgiving fabric.
Keeping one hand between her legs, I use my other to make quick work of my pants. They fall to my ankles and my cock springs free.
Thank fuck.I torture myself by stroking my length once, squeezing lightly at the base before I make my way back down and run my thumb over the tip, collecting the pool of precum.
I watch Savannah in the mirror, riding my hand. Her perfect, pink lips hang open. I reach my hand around her, setting my thumb on her bottom lip, and she greedily sucks it in her mouth. Her cheeks hollow out, and the mix of her soft, wet mouth around my finger, and her warm, dripping pussy on my hand is too much.
She lets go of my thumb with a strangled cry as I curl my fingers inside her. I look around the counter for a condom, knowing it’s pointless. Savannah’s whimpering moans only intensify, and I know she’s close.
