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BOOK: Breathless #2 (The Breathless Romance Series - Book #2)

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I barely held myself up against the wall as I felt him
guiding his hot, hard cock up against me, rubbing along my slick folds, teasing
me from behind. I had never had sex like this—never in public, and I had always
been too scared to try it from behind. Johnny thrust into me hard and fast,
filling me up in one quick movement, and I let out a groan as his heat pushed
into me, deep inside, deeper than I’d ever taken him before. I found myself
instinctively pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts, moaning louder,
panting, as he pounded into me, harder and faster with every movement of our
bodies together. I could feel the cold air brushing against my ass and thighs,
feel his pants tickling the backs of my knees, I could hear the slapping, wet
sounds of our bodies moving together and both of our louder and louder moans as
we got more and more turned on.

One of Johnny’s hands gripped my hip tightly, while
the other one reached up to play with my breasts, squeezing and teasing them
through the fabric of my clothes. I cried out in pleasure as he reached around
to play with my clit, hammering into me, his cock rubbing against my g-spot
with almost every thrust of his hips. In moments I was coming, gasping and
crying out, not even caring if anyone heard me, almost wishing that they could.
I felt Johnny’s body tense up, his hands tightening on me, and then I felt the
flood of heat and stickiness as he reached his own orgasm, shooting deep inside
of me as the waves of pleasure washed through me over and over again.

We only took a couple of moments to catch our breath
and I took a mirror out of someone’s purse in the coat room, checking to make
sure my makeup wasn’t too smudged. Johnny snatched someone’s handkerchief and
wiped the lipstick off of his face where I had kissed him, giving me a
mischievous grin as we both composed ourselves. I pulled up my panties, but I
could still feel the wet stickiness, the oozing slippery feeling of his come
and my fluids mingling, almost dripping out of me to soak my panties.

I told Johnny to let me go back to the table first and
then come back after me; my parents greeted me as if they had no clue what had
happened, as if they didn’t even suspect anything could possibly be amiss. I
wondered to myself if any of the staff at the country club had heard us
screwing like teenagers in the coat room—but if they had we’d surely have been
interrupted. Johnny came back to the table and through the rest of the dinner,
we exchanged knowing glances, and I felt my cheeks heating up every time I
shifted on the chair and felt the wet feeling between my legs, the little bit
of soreness deep in my hips. I was happier than I had been in years.

Chapter
Ten

Finally we were on our way back to the dorms, driving
away from the country club and my oblivious parents in Johnny’s car. I was so
relieved that he had done so well with them; that my parents couldn’t possibly
have very much to say against him.
Apart
from the fact that he screwed you silly in the coatroom,
I thought,
grinning to myself. But my parents didn’t know that. It seemed like for the
first time, I could have what I wanted and make my parents happy all at the
same time. “So what gives; how are you able to keep your cool when people are
being so rude to you?” Johnny laughed.

“Your mom, you mean?” I nodded. “She’s entitled to her
opinion about hockey. It’s not like I haven’t heard it before, and besides—lots
of guys in hockey are big, dumb idiots missing half their teeth.” I chuckled.
“I know she’s worried about you and wants what’s best for you, so it’s not like
I can take offense. Besides, your dad’s a Sens fan. All it will take to get in
his good graces for good is a few
comped
tickets to
some of our games.”

“You know, I had no idea at all that he liked hockey.
He never mentioned it, and I guess he must have watched the games on his own.”
Johnny gave me a playful look.

“So where did you pick up your great love of hockey
from then?” he asked me. I blushed.

“Okay, so I might have lied a little about how much I
love it. But when a hot guy asks you if you like the sport they play, any girl
with half a brain would say yes.” Johnny laughed out loud, throwing his head
back.

“I knew it! I knew you were lying about how much you
love hockey. Does your roomie even know anything about it?” I chuckled.

“We were looking everything up on Google at the last
game,” I admitted, hanging my head in pretend shame. “But I did learn what your
position is and why it’s so important. In fact, I believe that I am going to
buy myself a Steel jersey and wear it around campus.” Johnny laughed again,
shaking his head.

“If you want one, I have extras. I’ll give you one.
That’s better than buying it anyway; you’ll have one of the only real ones on
campus.”

We made our way back to the college, talking about the
dinner; Johnny mentioned that the only time he had ever eaten so well in his
life was right before prom, and that my parents could invite him to dinner any
time and he’d put off any responsibility to have the perk of being able to get
filet mignon for nothing. He told me about his training diet, which I had kind
of noticed when we’d had dinner together the other night, and from the few
times I’d seen him eating—it was serious business, keeping a team of hockey
players in shape, something I hadn’t considered.

Our conversation started to wander back to our
relationship, and I found myself smiling as Johnny told me that he was really
glad he’d come to meet my parents; not just for the free meal, but to show me
that he was actually serious about me. “I know you were nervous about asking
me,” he said, giving me a little smile, “but it’s a good thing overall.”

“Well we’ve only seen each other a couple of times. I
didn’t want you to think I was some kind of…relationship leech or something,
latching onto you and trying to make you commit after only one real date.”
Johnny snorted.

“From the first time I saw you I wanted you to be my
girlfriend,” he told me, merging onto the interstate highway that would bring
us up to campus. “If you hadn’t gotten lost the first day of classes I would
have found a way to talk to you again.” I felt tingly all over, warm and more
comfortable than I ever had with Johnny before. “Do you have any idea how
special you are, Becky?” I shrugged.

“I’m really not that special. Just another cute
upper-class brat who’s trying to get away from her parents.” Johnny rolled his
eyes.

“You’re not just cute and you’re not a brat. You’re
sweet and beautiful and funny. You’re learning about hockey just so you can be
involved in that part of my life.” Johnny shook his head, smiling the same way
I was sure I was smiling. “I never thought in a million years I’d meet a girl
like you in college. I figured I’d have to wait until after I graduated and
date like a thousand girls to find someone like you.” I blushed.

“Well, we were both really lucky I backed into you
then, weren’t we?” Johnny grinned.

“I might have helped that along a little bit,” he
admitted. “I saw you—just for a second—and when you went to put away your tray,
I made sure to get as close behind you as possible, so at least you’d end up
running into me somehow.” I laughed.

“And here I thought it was the stupidest kind of
random chance! Have you been stalking me, Johnny Steel?” Johnny shrugged.

“Not stalking. I just kind of… tried to put myself in
your way a little bit. I’m lucky you didn’t find me completely repulsive when
you found out I was a hockey player.” He reached out and took my hand in his,
giving it a squeeze. “You know, in all seriousness, I’ve kind of started
thinking that I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you.” My eyes widened.
This was way more serious than I had even started to think.

“Oh, yeah? Like you off playing away games for some
pro team like the
Preds
while I stay at home with the
kids, polishing your trophies?” Johnny shook his head.

“I know you want to have a career. If you weren’t that
kind of woman I don’t think I’d like you as much. All the girls going to school
to get their ‘Mrs.’ degree kind of turn me off.” He gave my hand another quick
squeeze, changing lanes to get into one a little less busy and speeding up. “If
we do find a way to stay together, and if everything works out between us, I’d
want us to be equals, always.” I smiled to myself, starting to picture it in my
head. Johnny, either playing hockey or going into a career; me working as a
teacher, or joining Greenpeace and doing my part. It was a pretty picture in my
mind, and it took me through the rest of the drive home, happy and pleased with
the fact that Johnny had picked me out of all of the girls at the school.

Later that night, back in the dorms, I lay curled up
in my bed, wishing that I’d had the nerve to bring Johnny with me, or to go
back to the frat house with him. Georgia had fallen asleep in the common area,
sprawled on the couch watching TV, and I’d gotten out of my clothes and taken a
quick shower to get all the product out of my hair and makeup off of my face
before turning in.

In spite of the fact that everything was going so
well, I couldn’t sleep. There was something tugging at the back of my mind,
something about Johnny. He was almost too good to be true. The fact that he
already thought he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me was
thrilling—but it also made me nervous. I thought about what he had said; about
the fact that he had mentioned wanting to find a way for us to stay together.
There was something about that that bugged me, though I couldn’t exactly think
of why.
He’s an upperclassman,
I told
myself in the darkness.
Of course he’s
going to be worried; he’s graduating much sooner than you are, and that would
make it harder to be together.
Out of nowhere, somehow, the story of Claire
White flickered through my mind.

There was only one thing for it; obviously, Johnny
didn’t want to talk about it. I’d have to do some digging on my own. I got up,
slipping out of my bed. I wished that I hadn’t left my laptop in the common
area—but I would just have to be careful not to wake Gigi up. I padded into the
living room as quietly as I could and felt around near the chair I’d been using
earlier in the day until my hands landed on the laptop. I opened it up
carefully, cringing and looking over at Georgia; she didn’t wake up, even when
the tone chimed in the air. I opened up a browser and searched for Claire
White.

I found an article referencing her suicide, and
followed it to a memorial page dedicated to her. It was such a shame, I
thought, looking at the pictures of her. She had seemed so happy. I read
through the comments, trying to find some hint of why the nasty redhead would
have mentioned Johnny—it was a tragedy for him, wasn’t it? To lose a girl he
loved? I frowned as I saw one comment talking about “those boys who hurt
Claire” and how it was a good thing that there were charges coming against
them.
What boys? If Johnny was her
boyfriend, how could anyone else have been involved?
I kept scanning and
finally my gaze fell on a mention of Johnny’s name. The comment was by an
anonymous person, and I shivered as I read it. “It’s a good thing those others
are facing jail time, but I can’t believe Johnny Steel got off scot free. What
he put that girl through wasn’t love, and he should be right in that jail with
the rest of them.”

Continued
in Breathless #3, the breathless series.
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