Never His Girl (Kings of Cypress Prep #2) - Rachel Jonas Page 0,94

slam against his until I’m so, so close to climaxing. It’s clear how much I suck at keeping my voice down when I’m with him, so I reach across my bed for a pillow. The action doesn’t go unnoticed by West. I guess as much when he lets out another soft laugh as I lower onto my elbows to bury my face in the soft fabric. Hopefully, it’ll be enough to keep my loud-ass screaming from giving us away.

It becomes clear that grabbing the pillow was definitely a good call, when I all but forget we’re not the only ones in the house. Not even ten seconds pass before he has me coming so hard I’m out of my own damn head. The disconnect from reality only intensifies when West’s breathing deepens, and his lengthy fingers press into my flesh.

“Fuuuck,” he rasps through gritted teeth, marking the moment of his own release.

I’m sure I should’ve blasted the radio to cover the noise, because there’s no way we’re being quiet, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.

West’s hold on my hips loosens, but I don’t move. He collapses beside me, placing his hand lazily on my back, still panting. I turn my head just enough to see him, enough to see that he’s smiling, which prompts me to roll my eyes.

“So, that was you being quiet?” he asks.

“Shut up, West. Don’t even start with me.”

“That was a valid fucking question! Just curious if that was what you consider quiet. For future reference.”

I punch his shoulder, but not nearly as hard as I hit him in gym the other week. He responds by locking me in his arms and drawing me against his chest while I laugh. I even pretend to struggle to break free, but don’t actually want to be let go.

Maybe not ever.

There’s no denying how, every single day, we’re closer than the last, trusting one another more than the day before. My chest tightens and I’m overcome with a feeling that can only be summed up with one word, but I’m terrified to even think it. Let alone, say it out loud.

What if it’s too soon?

What if he doesn’t feel the same?

What if…

“I’m in love with you.”

My head tilts back until I’m staring into West’s eyes. The phrase that just fell from his lips lingers in the air between us, because… I swear he took the words right out of my mouth.

My lips touch his for only a moment before I climb on top of him, letting my body melt onto his. Warmth from his hands seeps through my skin where he holds me and I could lay with him like this forever, never getting tired of it because, well…

I’m in love with him too.

Chapter 37

WEST

It’s been over a year since I laid eyes on her—this girl who changed my life in too many ways to count. We learned one of the hardest lessons of our lives together.

That being young doesn’t mean we’re invincible.

Now, here I sit, hours from home, waiting in some hipster coffee shop for her to walk through the door. Every time the chime sounds over the entrance, I peer up, thinking it’ll be her, but it hasn’t been so far. Just strangers coming and going.

There’s a not-so-small part of me that thinks Casey might not show at all, seeing as how we haven’t talked in months. And even then, the conversation was awkward as hell.

Somehow, I missed that it was supposed to snow today. With it coming down so hard, it isn’t lost on me that she’s got even more reason to stand me up. But no sooner than the thought enters my head, I spot her rushing down the sidewalk. The raven-haired girl hugging herself to keep warm as the wind blows.

This time, when the chime rings, I’m already looking that way, praying this goes well. She huffs warm air into her hands while searching every corner of the café. It isn’t until I stand that she spots me. Our eyes lock, then I’m greeted with a warm smile as she walks over, shrugging out of her coat.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she says back, clearly nervous to be here. For good reason, I guess. Being asked to meet me must’ve seemed random.

“Long time no see.”

She removes the mustard-colored scarf and hat while answering. “Yeah, it’s been a while.”

Eventually, she meets my gaze and stares for a bit. I do the same, realizing how much her features had faded from memory, but they’re coming back to me now. Something else I