like thunder, pulling me apart and putting me back together as I pump her with my fluid.
“Yes, baby,” she whispers. “Give it to me.”
I pull out when I’m done, and she moans, then turns around.
“I feel like you just ripped a hole in me,” she says.
She pulls up her pants.
“I ripped a hole in you…?” I comment.
“I mean a hole in my soul. What the hell did we just do?”
“I know,” I grit out. “I’ve no idea where that came from. But it was hot.”
She gives me a confused look. “Did that weird you out?”
“Of course not. It just made me think we are both crazy.”
“We are both crazy. And I’ll be honest, I was worried you wouldn’t be into that, Mr. Shaman. Now I’m wondering what else you’re into.”
I swallow. “I’d never thought of it. But I just went with it.”
“We’re going to have a lot of fun this term, I think.”
“Half the fun is not getting caught.”
“I know. Speaking of that, how will we explain our rosy cheeks and time up here when we get back to the basement?”
“That’s easy. We both drank an entire martini.”
“We did?”
I hand her our glasses. “Bottoms up.”
She shrugs, and we both chug the rest of our martinis. She shakes her head when she’s done.
“That is not the drink for chugging.”
“No.”
We put our glasses down, then stare at each other.
Damn, as if Maya didn’t already have me spellbound, my buzz makes me want to jump her bones again.
Right now.
“Should we have another one?”
“Yes, I’ll make us two more.”
“Thanks, Mr. Bartender.” She wraps her two arms around my one, leans in, and says, “I hope that was good enough payment for my special drink.”
I kiss her on the forehead, run my hand down her back, and palm her ass again. I apparently have an addiction to doing that.
“Maya, I…” I stumble over the words to say.
I honestly don’t know what to tell her though.
That I’m fucking falling for her in a way even I don’t understand?
That I want her on so many levels that it’s getting hard to distinguish them? I mean, she’s always been special to me since the day we met, but now it’s more intense, like I could see us together for a long time.
“You what?” she asks, her eyes curious.
“I…just want to do this.”
Taking the back of her head, I aim her lips at me.
What else can I tell her?
That I can’t think about anyone but her? That the scribbles I’ve been making in my red notebook started out as a curiosity to me about what love is? And now, with every moment more I spend with her, I feel myself tapping into a romantic—and damn well erotic—power and side of myself that I’ve never felt?
I don’t know how to tell her all these things. I’ve never felt them, and if she knows how obsessed I am with knowing every little thing about her? She’d probably freak.
So instead of all these words, a kiss will have to do.
She moans desperately, quietly into my mouth, and the feeling of her hot lips on mine? That’s worth a thousand words.
24
Grant
“What took you guys so long?” Faith asks once we get back down.
The others seem to be wrapped up in games of either beer pong or flip cup and getting drunker by the moment, so they aren’t as vigilant as they could be to the fact that we just rolled back downstairs who knows how many minutes later, all red-faced.
“We had a chugging contest,” Maya says, rubbing her hand on my hair.
“Uh, okay. That’s not excessive,” Faith remarks.
“How’s the Quad Squad getting after it tonight?” I ask, to divert the subject.
“I mean, see for yourself,” Faith replies. “We’re well through that thirty rack of Keystone Light. No thanks to me, of course.”
Maya breaks off to go hang out with the girls for a little while who are playing flip cup, and I head over to get in a couple of rounds of beer pong with the guys.
They were so engrossed in their game, none of them even question where I’ve been.
An hour or so later, we’re having a really good night.
I mean, a really good night.
The drinks are flowing, and I think even Faith seems to be getting a second-hand buzz, because she’s starting to come out of her shell.
Or maybe that’s just what it seems like to all of us, who are gathered around the Alpha Z bar. We’re been playing ‘Never Have I Ever’ again, which has devolved from ‘Never