Breathless 3 (Breathless #3) (6 page)

I wrapped my legs around Johnny’s waist, pushing my
hips down to meet his, briefly forgetting entirely the fact that we were in a
crowded dorm with paper-thin walls. The reminder came to me as he pushed the
last two inches into me, his hips flush against mine. “God you feel so good,”
Johnny murmured against my lips.

“
Shh
,” I replied, an
irresistible giggle bubbling up from my chest. “We’re going to get caught.”
Johnny flexed his hips, pulling back only to push up deeper inside of me, and I
moaned, grabbing a him and pressing my lips together belatedly to try and
suppress it.

“Think of all…” Johnny thrust again and I moaned
softly, involuntarily. “Think of all the street cred you’ll have in the
dorms…having a boy thrown out…” We began to move together, laughing at the
image of the RAs busting us, but I still tried to keep quiet, in spite of how
good Johnny felt inside of me, in spite of the rising pleasure that tingled
through my nerves. Everything felt so right — I couldn’t remember it ever
feeling this right with anyone else I had been with. Only Johnny could make me
gasp and shiver like I was, only he could make me moan out without caring, only
he could make me feel like I was about to come in a matter of minutes.

Somehow we both held back, trying to savor the moment
— even though it could end with someone crashing into the room at any moment. I
buried my face against Johnny’s neck and shoulder, as my moans and cries came
louder; he thrust into me harder and faster and my body moved to meet him,
muscles tensing and flexing, every nerve tingling with pleasure I couldn’t hold
back. I hit my second orgasm maybe a heartbeat before Johnny reached his
climax, and I felt every muscle clamping down on him as if my body itself
didn’t want him to leave even as the first gush of sticky-slick heat rushed
into me, Johnny’s cock twitching, both of us moaning out without even caring
about the outcome.

Johnny fell to the bed next to me, his arms snaking
around me, pulling me close as we both panted and gasped for breath, trembling
slightly. “Feeling better?” he asked me, idly cupping my breast and bringing it
up to his lips to kiss the still-firm nipple. I giggled, curling in closer to
him.

“A little bit, yeah,” I admitted. Everything other
than Johnny was a million miles away from me — when had I ever felt bad?

“Listen; I’m sorry about the game,” Johnny said,
kissing me lightly on the lips. “That was really shitty of me.” I shook my
head.

“It’s okay, I should have called.” Johnny brushed a
lock of hair away from my neck, looking down at me with so much warmth,
satisfaction, and love in his eyes that I found myself smiling like an idiot up
at him.

“No, really — I’m sorry. It’s a football game. It’s
not like it’s the end of the world if I miss it. And you’d come over in spite
of not feeling well.” Johnny shook his head, kissing me on the cheek. “I should
have been paying attention to you.”

“Fine,” I said, stretching lazily against him. “You
committed the horrible crime of enjoying a football game with your friends, to
which I sentence you to making me come twice — oh hey, you’ve already done
that!” Johnny chuckled. “Did your team at least win?” Johnny smiled broadly.

“My team always wins,” he told me, nuzzling against my
neck. There was something about that, the way he spoke, that somehow reminded
me of why I had one over to the Phi Kappa house in the first place. “God, I’ve
missed you. You have no idea.” I turned in towards him, covering my face
against his chest. I couldn’t bring up Claire White — not now. Not when Johnny
had just given me so much pleasure.

We cuddled for a while before Johnny asked if I had
any water in the room. “Getting you off is thirsty work,” he told me with a
little grin. I rolled my eyes and climbed out of the bed; Georgia still wasn’t
home from her date.
Must be going almost
as well as my night is,
I thought, retrieving a bottle and climbing back
into bed. I didn’t even bother to close the door behind me.

We cuddled some more, talking about our classes. I
remembered in a flash that I had to go home again over the weekend, when Johnny
asked what I was doing. “Hey, maybe you can come with me,” I said, grinning up
at him. “My parents are having this big, boring anniversary party. If you’re
there with me, maybe they’ll stop pushing stupid Country Club boys at me.”

“Or if they do, I’ll just punch them — the boys, not
your parents — in the face and get us kicked out, so we can spend the rest of
the weekend to ourselves.” I laughed, shaking my head.

“No punching anyone,” I told him, wagging my finger.
Johnny rolled his eyes with a grin and agreed to my terms, cuddling me close to
him. Gradually the talk slowed down and we spent more and more time just lying
together, touching each other. I fell asleep in his arms, content for the first
time in days.

Sometime later, I heard the dorm room door slam shut
and started out of my sleep. I turned my head in time to see Georgia peeking
into the room, and felt Johnny come awake next to me as she laughed. “God, you
two; are you trying to get in trouble with the RAs?” She shook her head.

“What time is it?” Johnny asked with absolutely no
concern. He slipped out of the bed and Georgia whooped at the sight of his
naked body. I doubled up in laughter, shaking against the pillows as I watched
him dress without a shred of shame. Johnny pulled me up enough for a quick
kiss, flashing me a grin before he moved to the window.

“Do
not
kill
yourself,” I said, rolling my eyes as he opened the window and climbed out onto
the branch of the tree he had used to get up to my room. He disappeared into
the darkness and I sighed, unable to quite help the lingering amused smile
curving my lips.

Georgia threw herself into my desk chair, grinning at
me. “So it looks like everything’s all good with you two once more,” she said.
I pulled the blankets up around me, covering myself. I shrugged.

“Yeah, I was just overreacting. No big deal;
everything’s fine.” I felt weird saying it. I hadn’t been able to bring myself
to talk to Johnny about the biggest thing bothering me, and I didn’t really
like lying to Gigi about it, but how could I tell her,
Nah, he came into my bedroom window and before I knew it he’d gotten me
off twice, so I didn’t think it was a great time to ask about his dead former
girlfriend
? I felt a little ashamed at myself — if Johnny was really such a
terrible person, how could I have let him into my room?

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted,”
Georgia said, standing quickly. “Glad everything worked out. Did you have a
chance to look over the notes?”

“Nah. I’ll check ‘em tomorrow.” Georgia practically
floated out of my bedroom, closing the door behind her. I barely stayed awake
long enough to turn out the light before I curled back up in my bed, breathing
in the smell of Johnny’s cologne on my pillow before I fell fast asleep.

Chapter
Seven

I fidgeted a little bit in the passenger seat of
Johnny’s truck, looking out through the window at the scenery flashing by as we
rolled down the Interstate. I’d dressed up for the big party, and I was
relieved to see Johnny pull up in his truck looking every bit as neat and sharp
as he had the first time he had met my parents. “I’m excited to see where you
grew up,” Johnny said, grinning at me from the driver’s side.

“It’s a pretty boring place,” I said with a shrug. “I
mean, it’s exactly the kind of place you’d think of with people like Mom and
Dad. Everything all spick-and-span, immaculate lawn, pressure-cleaned driveway,
all that.” Johnny laughed.

“I promise not to drop any priceless china or break
any expensive vases,” he told me, reaching over and taking my hand in his. “And
I swear I won’t punch anyone.” I shook my head and grinned.

“It’s kind of revolting really, if you think about it.
It’s not like they can take it with them when they die.”

“They can pass it on to you,” Johnny pointed out. I
grimaced.

“I don’t really want it, though. Not most of it.” I
thought about what I would possibly keep from the house I’d grown up in. “So
much of that stuff is so pointless.”

“I know what you mean,” he agreed. “Worst case
scenario, sell everything you don’t want if it comes down to it and take a nice
vacation with the money.” I laughed. My parents would be appalled — and I had
to admit part of me loved that idea.

“What about you? Where did you grow up? What kind of
house was it?” Johnny shrugged, looking off to the side. He changed lanes, his
lips pressed together.

“Nowhere special. Pretty far from here, actually.” I
frowned at that, but I figured that he might be a little ashamed. I’d been
through that before with some of my non-parent-approved boyfriends.

“How far?” Johnny laughed.

“About as far as you can get and still be in the same
state,” he told me. I grinned.

“So why’d you pick a school so far away? Couldn’t wait
to get away from your overbearing parents?” Johnny glanced at me, and I saw a
flash of suspicion in his eyes and a quick frown. But it disappeared the very
next moment and he shrugged again.

“Best offer; none of the other schools would give me a
good enough scholarship to cover everything.” I nodded, accepting that answer.
It made sense, especially if Johnny hadn’t grown up with a wealthy family. My
own parents would have never accepted me getting a scholarship to a school
other than an Ivy League — and then only an academic scholarship. They had
insisted that they would fund everything for me, that I would never have to
borrow money from a bank or beg for money from any foundation.

“Do you go home and visit your parents? I mean, I know
mine are a bummer to be around, but I hear some people have great relationships
with theirs.” I tried to smile, giving his hand a playful squeeze. Johnny bit
his bottom lip and worried it for a moment.

“I’m pretty busy between school, the frat, and hockey;
I don’t really get a chance to go home very often.” There was something weird
about his voice when he said it, but I didn’t want to pry. We were getting
closer and closer to my parents’ house every moment and the last thing I wanted
to do was show up after having an obvious fight in his truck. It wouldn’t be
good. My parents would be pissed and not in a way that I could enjoy, and then
we’d be the topic of conversation for all of their friends. So I changed the
subject to something else, and as Johnny sped down the freeway, the subject of
his home life and family disappeared behind us.

Our arrival at my parents’ house was exactly what I
had hoped it would be: Johnny helped me climb down from the cab of his truck
and as we went into the big house, he was smiling at everyone, one arm draped
around my waist, looking even more like he belonged than half of my parents’
friends’ kids. I introduced him to everyone and as Johnny shook hands all
around, I couldn’t help beaming at the fact that he was obviously the hottest
guy there. I wasn’t the only one who noticed it either; most of my mom’s
friends were eyeing him as if they wanted to take the first opportunity that
might come up to pull him into the bushes and their daughters stared at him
like a piece of meat.

Dad came up as people started to drift away, men
leading their wives off to chitchat with other women, women going to talk about
whatever it was my mom’s friends all talked about. “Hey, glad you both could
make it,” Dad said, grinning at Johnny as he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.
He shook Johnny’s hand. “Grab a beer; there’s plenty of all kinds.” Johnny
smiled tightly and I felt his grip on my waist tense.

“Thanks, but I don’t drink — especially when I’ve got
the responsibility of making sure your daughter’s safe.” I thought that was
strange; I remembered Johnny turning down wine at the country club, but surely
I’d seen him drink before. He belonged to one of the hardest-partying frats at
the school. I couldn’t imagine him not drinking at least occasionally. But I
remembered as I tried to sift through the events of the party Gigi and I had
gone to that Johnny’s cup had been a different color from everyone else’s. I
shrugged it off and accepted a glass of wine from my mother as Johnny and Dad
settled into a conversation about their favorite hockey teams.

“Hey, I just remembered; the neighbor’s kids have
their stuff set out in the street just a couple of houses down from here. Feel
up to a quick game?” Johnny grinned and looked at me only for a second to see
if I approved.

“Ugh, men,” I said, rolling my eyes even as I smiled.
“Go show off.” Dad rounded up his other hockey-fan friends and they all
wandered outside, forming up teams while their women,
me
included, watched from the yard. The older guys weren’t terrible, but Johnny
was obviously the star, getting past them, shooting into the net easily,
dodging and moving faster than anyone else. Dad had gotten him on his team, and
in a matter of only about ten or fifteen minutes, it was obvious that the other
group of Dad’s friends weren’t going to have a chance at matching Johnny’s team
and they were old enough in their middle age years not to have enough stamina
to want to keep going when they knew they were going to lose.

I was full of pride as the men wandered back into the
house, several of them remarking to me that Johnny was a great player, a good
candidate for this or that major league team once he graduated. I was so
pleased that Johnny had made such a great impression on everyone, and I thought
to myself,
take that: he’s not some rich
private school brat and he still whooped your ass.