Unspoken (The Woodlands) (24 page)

His hand crept onto my leg, higher and higher. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him to touch me. Rather it was that I responded to him too easily. He’d absently rub his fingers against the inseam of my jeans, and I’d get wet and have to sit there trying to take notes while aroused and uncomfortable. It wasn’t easy.

“Can you
not
place your hand on my leg,” I hissed at the beginning of class on Wednesday. I’d barely made it out of Bio on Monday without having an orgasm from just his hand resting on my thigh.

“Will you place yours on mine instead?” Bo bargained.

“No, I won’t.” I frowned at him.

“I’m glad I’m a lefty. Makes it easier to take notes and stroke you at the same time.” Bo looked smug, as if he had willed himself into being left-hand dominant for just the purpose of being able to multitask with his girlfriend during class.

“I’m trying to concentrate, and you’re making it too hard,” I complained.

“Lord, I’m the one who’s hard all the time.” Bo smiled perversely. “But I like it.” Suddenly his mood turned serious. “Am I really bothering you? Because I’ll stop.”

His blue eyes filled with worry. He was always so concerned about how I felt: whether it was good for me in bed, if I had the right kind of food; if should he carry me over the snow-covered walk so my boots wouldn’t get wet. I cupped his cheek and gave him a sweet kiss. “It’s all good.”

I did love his hand on my thigh or around my shoulders. His near-constant attention and his need for regular physical connection made me feel secure and desirable.

We traded our schedules, but apparently Bo knew all of mine already.

“Mike,” he explained with a touch of chagrin.

I shook my head. I barely knew who that was, but I didn’t care. Bo worked out early in the mornings and then met me at the apartment to take Ellie and me out for breakfast, if we wanted. Sometimes Ryan even came, and Ellie and I shared a small smile of pleasure at seeing both guys get along so well despite their five year age difference. Ryan was an old soul, I guess.

“Is your nickname because you like to do Easter dioramas with Peeps?” I asked one evening we were having dinner together. Bo had finally confessed, after I subjected him to much pulling of his chest hair, that the boys in his platoon called him Bo Peep.

“Easter what?” he asked, his forkful of spaghetti hanging suspended halfway between the plate and his mouth.

“Dioramas, you know, the little scenes made out of candy?”

“Nope. And I’m going to have to see pictures of this. Is this like the duck face? Because I haven’t recovered from that yet.” He proceeded to shovel the food in his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in a month, when I knew for a fact he’d had a foot-long sub sandwich after biology class.

“Maybe I don’t want to tell you. You might not respect me in the morning.” His tone was semi-serious.

“Don’t say that. It’s not funny.”

“I know it’s not. That’s why I don’t want to share with you.” Bo set his fork down and reached for my hand. “I want you to continue in your deluded state believing that I’m good enough for you.”

I gave him a dour look and gave up. “Do you want me to walk you to the gym before class?”

“On campus?”

“Yeah, I heard you put on quite the show.” I pulled my hand back and picked up my fork.

“Nah, I went back to Paulie and abased myself. Promised I wouldn’t fight, and he allowed me back into Spartan.”

“Why there instead of Central?”

Bo shrugged and took another big bite of his dinner. “Where else can I flip tractor tires?”

“A farm?” I teased.

“I’m an oilman, not a farmer, Sunshine,” Bo drawled.

“Are you?” I asked curiously. Bo didn’t share much about his past.

“Well, Pops was,” Bo referred to his grandfather affectionately. “He had a couple of wells we thought were dried up on the back of some property but ended up having a little left. Leased the mineral rights for a lot of money, gave some to his son and put some in trust for me.”

“What are you doing at Central then?”

“Didn’t have anything better going on.” At my stare, Bo grinned. “That’s the real reason. I couldn’t think of anything better at the time when Noah announced he was coming here. I’ve been following that boy since we were seventeen. I figured that if I spent two more years in school, maybe I’d figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up.”

“I’ve always known,” I admitted.

“Insurance has always been your dream?” Bo asked skeptically.

“Not insurance, but being able to support myself and my mom,” I explained. “I know from other people’s experience I can make a good living in it. And it’s something that’s kind of recession-proof. I need to be in a career with a lot of security.”

Bo nodded gravely. He understood that I needed stability in all aspects of my life, including the parts where he was taking root.

If I had an evening class, Bo showed up to walk me home, and he often spent the night. I was grateful that Ellie didn’t mind the company.

Afternoons and weekends we studied. Or tried to, at least.

“I’m bored,” Bo said, throwing his pen down on his notebook. “I hate class.”

“This particular class in general or all of them?” My nose was still buried in my notebook.

“All of them,” he grunted and rolled onto his side so he could trace the curve of my spine as we laid side by side on the bed. It was Friday night, two weeks after our coffee shop confessions. Bo didn’t seem to mind that I wanted to work on school stuff instead of going out and drinking with his buddies. I’d even skipped a party at his house, although Bo went for a short time and returned a couple hours later complaining the party was no fun without me.

I turned my head to peer at him. “Why? It all seems to come so easy for you.”

Bo had an amazing recall. I wasn’t sure if he even needed to take notes or if he did so because it kept him occupied during class.

“I’d rather be doing stuff. Sitting for fifty minutes listening to some prof wank on about some dead topic is worse than walking patrol for eleven miles with our hundred-and-fifty-pound rucksacks on our backs.”

“What about your trust?”

Bo gave a negligent shrug. “Dunno. Think it’s controlled by the bank back in Little Oak.”

“Do you have to be in school? Is that like a requirement of your trust?”

He shook his head.

“Then why even be here?”

“What else would I do?” Bo asked, perplexed. “Isn’t that what people do? Graduate, get a degree. Work nine to five and then want to kill yourself at the end of the day from boredom.”

“I hope not.” I frowned. “If you don’t see yourself wanting to be in an office, then you should look for something you do enjoy.”

He glanced at me and rolled onto his back, settling his shoulders against the headboard.

“Come here.” He motioned for me, and when I didn’t immediately move, he pulled me on top of him so I straddled his legs.

“What’s up?” I teased, my hair forming a curtain around us.

“I’m looking for something I enjoy doing” was his smart-ass comeback.

He pushed me lightly on my back so I would press harder against him. Looping my arms around his neck, I asked, “Is it biology or boredom that makes you horny?”

“It was philosophy, and no,
you
make me horny.”

He moved his hips against mine, slowly rocking his hard cock against me. I couldn’t hold back the corresponding movement, swaying to meet his gentle thrusts.

His hands cruised slowly up and down my sides, his blue eyes darkening to navy with want. He paused at the bottom of my t-shirt; a question lit his eyes. I lifted my arms in silent assent to his unasked question. Pulling my shirt up, he twisted it in the back so that the cotton caught on my braless breasts. Then he jerked the shirt up, and my breasts bounced from the quick release.

He laughed, low and delighted, at the movement. “I love your tits.” He framed them with his hands, pushing them together, a thumb over each small nipple.

“Tits? Nice,” I said a little breathlessly.

“What would you rather I call them? Breasts? Boobies?” His voice was muffled as he pressed his nose and mouth against the plumped-up flesh. “Tatas?” He licked one nipple and looked at me with a wicked, mischievous smile.

“More action, less talk.” I pushed his head back toward to my breast as all thoughts of biology, careers, and class were chased away. He acquiesced and placed his mouth over my breast, sucking in the nipple, rolling it gently between his teeth. He moved from one breast to the other, the cold air replaced by his hot mouth providing a heightened response. I felt like every part of me was standing at attention as he licked and sucked and my body strained to offer itself up to his marauding mouth, tongue, and teeth.

I clutched his head against my chest and moved more quickly, rubbing harder and harder against his cock.

“Use me, Sunshine.” He pushed up against me.

Releasing my breasts, he dipped one hand beneath my shorts. Feeling the wetness that had pooled between my legs, he groaned. “Fuck.” He rubbed me with the flat of his hand, coating his palm and fingers with my desire. “Pull me out,” he ordered.

I pushed down the thick elastic of his gym shorts. His cock was engorged, deep red, almost purple, and pointed straight up in the air. There was a pearlescent drop on the top, and I rubbed my finger across and then tasted the pre-come. Licked it right off my finger as Bo was watching.

Bo’s groan was even louder, and the hand at my waist clenched more tightly.

“You’re doing that on purpose!” he growled at me.

“What?” I tried to look innocent, but with my breasts bare and his hand down my shorts, that wasn’t an easy feat.

“You know what.”

“We really should be studying,” I admonished. “We have midterms coming up.”

“We’ll study after,” Bo said and rolled me under him.

Sheathing himself with a condom, he sat back on his haunches between my legs.

“I think this should be our biology study,” Bo said absently. He held his cockhead at the entrance of my opening with one hand, rubbing the head in short movements up and down. I moved restlessly as he played with me, but his other hand held firm at my pelvis.

“What?” I gasped. My interest in discussing our class subjects had waned completely. I wanted him to slide right into me and fill me up. I pushed my hips up to hurry him along.

“We’re supposed to write about the differences between men and women, right?” I wasn’t sure he required a verbal response. With his attention fixed at the juncture between my legs, I wasn’t sure I was capable of one. I made a “mmhmm” sound, and he went on. “I’m hard. You’re soft. We both have nipples. I love sucking yours.” He stroked the wet tender folds that surrounded him, eliciting a moan from me. “You’re pink and I’m—” He groped for the right word.

“Plum-colored?” I offered breathlessly, as he teased and spread me open. I wiggled my hips a little to invite him to push inside, but he ignored me.

“Yeah, plum-colored,” he murmured. Then he began pushing his broad head inside me, slowly stretching me, rubbing along my sensitive nerves. “Your body stretches to take mine in.”

We both watched as he shallowly shuttled his cock in and out of my opening. He pressed down on my pelvis the whole time so that the pressure built swiftly between my legs.

The ache centered between my thighs spread outward until I was engulfed in a web of need.

“Bo, please,” I begged.

“See our differences. How you’re made perfectly right here for my cock?” He teased me some more.

“God, Bo, right now? Do we have to talk biology right now?” I groaned.

“Why, AM, is there something you want?”

I sat up and grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him on top of me. Wrapping my legs around him, I pushed my pelvis up. “Yes, I want you. Inside me. Now.”

He laughed delightedly against my mouth and then kissed me hard. At my plea, he thrust in until he was seated to the hilt. He let out a low moan and stilled for a minute to allow us both to adjust to his size.

Then with one big hand, he lifted my hips off the bed and began thrusting inside of me. His other arm was braced alongside my head. I turned and licked the sweat and salt off his forearm. I widened my thighs, allowing him to sink even deeper, and wrapped my legs around his waist, resting my ankles on the top of his firm buttocks.

He dipped his head and sucked hard on my neck, his mouth moving frantically across my skin. He sought my lips and kissed me. His tongue moved in rhythm to his thrusts, stroking me hard and fast. I held on, sucking on his tongue, matching his rhythm as best I could. But soon the tension he had so skillfully wrought had me gasping, until all I could do was hold on to him as his hips moved more quickly and became more forceful.

My only thought was
more, more, more
until I just wasn’t capable of thought at all. I bit down on his shoulder to prevent myself from crying out and locked my legs around him to keep all that delicious feeling in. Dimly I registered a corresponding moan in the pillow by my head, but I was too caught up in the whirlwind of fervid heat skittering across every cell in my body. As I floated down off my high, I reveled in the warmth and weight of his body pressed to mine. He made an attempt to detach from me, but I only clenched him tighter.

“I’m too heavy,” he whispered in my ear.

I protested. I didn’t need to breathe, but he rolled off instead, taking care of the condom by using his t-shirt and then rolling back to my side. “I take it back. Biology
does
make me horny,” he huffed.

I stifled a laugh and looked at him. His eyes glinted with mischief, and I knew that the next time we were in class he’d be thinking about this, and I’d grow hot thinking about him examining me. And it’d be an endless feedback loop of lust, but I couldn’t care less, so I grinned right back at him and let the love and lust I had for him shine right through.

Chapter Twenty