Sweet Rome

“I just want you,” she said, inching closer and pressing into my side, kissing my bare shoulder.

“That’s what I don’t get. Why would you want me for just me? No one ever has before. I’m pissed twenty-four-seven. I’m possessive and not good with attachments—where’s the attraction?”

“Then I’m the first, because I want you without anything in return. Why does any human want anyone? My body recognizes you as something that’s good for me. My mind recognizes you as someone who’s right for me, and my soul recognizes you as someone who is meant for me.”

Sincerity filled every word she said.

I relaxed, embracing the fact that, for the first time in my entire life, I was wanted… just for me. Relishing the satisfaction that was settling in my blood, I whispered, “We’re in f**king deep, aren’t we, Shakespeare?”

“I think that’s an understatement,” Molly said with that huge, stunning smile of hers. When I glanced down at her happy face, I didn’t think about pulling over and f**king her into next week. I didn’t think of what she would taste like writhing on my tongue. I just wanted her beside me, like this, wanting me. So, tilting my head, I ordered, “Come here,” and she did, no questions asked, getting me like no one before.

After dropping Mol off at her door, I drove to my frat house, parked, and headed through the front entrance. I passed the TV room, and several of the guys, including Austin, Reece and Jimmy-Don, looked up as I walked in. It already felt weird, not being with Mol and being back with guys… It felt kind of wrong, every cell in my body urging me to go to her again.

Moving to the kitchen, needing a distraction, I opened the fridge and grabbed myself a beer. When I shut the door, Austin was leaning against the island, watching me.

“Eighty-three,” I greeted, using his nickname, his jersey number.

“Where the hell have you been? You skipped out of weights tonight. Had to have Reece spot me and that kid is weak!” He seemed kind of pissed.

Leaning against the counter, I shrugged. “Just out.”

His eyebrows drew in. “You’ve been with that British chick, Molly, haven’t you?”

I tensed. Austin caught it and smirked. “Heard you caused quite the scene in the cafeteria, tearing into Shelly, then dragging out the girl and driving off with her in your truck. The guys didn’t know what the hell to make of it all. You, acting all crazy over that chick.”

I busied myself with tearing the label off the beer bottle, not saying a damn thing in response.

“Rome!” Austin said and I looked up to see him, arms spread, waiting for a response. Dammit. Molly didn’t want me saying shit to anyone about us as a couple, hell, but I wasn’t going to break that promise, so taking my bottle, I backed out of the room without a word.

I climbed the stairs to my room, locked my door, and sat on the end of my unmade bed, sipping on my beer and thinking of my girl. My c**k hardened as I remembered her grinding down on my hand, her mouth dropped open as I marked her as mine.

Reaching down, I slipped my hand into my jeans and began to stroke my dick up and down, running my thumb along the tip just like she did. But it just didn’t feel the same, so I pumped it harder, doing it rough, just how I usually liked.

Nothing. Nothing felt like what Mol made me feel tonight, and I was desperate to have it again.

Removing my hand from my jeans and groaning in frustration, I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes. I wondered what she was doing right now? Was she thinking of me too? Of tonight? Was she horny as f**k, trying to feel that pleasure again?

The thought had me jumping to my feet.

Fuck it. I wasn’t sitting here all night, obsessing about touching her, when she was just across the street. Intense or not, I was sleeping beside her from now on.

Swiping my keys and wallet off the table, I ran down the stairs, almost taking out Austin in the hallway as I passed.

He eyed me in surprise, then folded his arms, smirking. “Let me guess. You’re going out?”

Huffing a laugh, I punched his shoulder. “You know it.” He threw his head back, laughing too, and carried on up the stairs.

Within minutes I’d reached Mol’s sorority house and, picking up a handful of stones from the lawn in the backyard, began pelting them against her balcony doors. Seconds later, her doors flew open and she looked down, smiling, and I couldn’t help but grin in return. I quickly climbed the trellis, and seeing her standing before me on her balcony in only a tiny purple nightdress, her tits and tiny panties pretty much on show through the semi-sheer fabric, I knew I’d made the right choice in showing up.