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First Chapter of Waiting to Fall

May 10, 2017





I groaned as I opened my eyes to the bright sunlight filtering into my room. The first thing that caught my eye was the bright red piece of fabric balled up on my floor. One second later the door to my room opened and Cora walked in wearing one of my t-shirts. There definitely wasn’t anything else under the thin white fabric.

Holy fuck.

What in the hell happened last night? I tried to remember, but all I could recall was a fuzzy memory of the bottle of tequila that we had been passing back and forth between us and a misbegotten attempt at drinking games.  

Cora stretched and the hem of the t-shirt went to a very interesting height. My cock twitched underneath the sheet. He was definitely interested in whatever she had going on under there. I groaned again as she lifted the shirt over her head and threw it down next to the dress in question. Her perfect breasts would forever be imprinted into my memory.

She smirked at me as she pulled the tight dress down her amazing body.

“Glad to see you survived tequila-gate 2016.”

I rubbed my hand down my face. “What the fuck did we do last night?”

Her golden brown eyes flashed with humor.

“Exactly what you think.”

“I realized that much smart ass. The last thing I remember was playing never have I ever.”

“Then there was truth or dare. One of your genius frat brothers thought it might be fun to dare you to kiss me. Needless to say, you took him up on it.”

“Fuck, I’m so sor—“

“Don’t you dare say sorry, Finn Crawford. The asshole was baiting you and you were drunk enough to fall for it.” She shrugged. “So was I apparently.”

“I didn’t stop it though. Hell, I started it.” I vaguely remembered lunging for her and pressing my lips against hers, teasing the seam of her lips with my tongue, coaxing her to open her mouth to mine.

“Neither of us stopped it,” she said, pulling one shoe from under the bed. “It doesn’t bother me, does it you?”

I didn’t even have to consider. In fact, I hoped she didn’t find out just how little it actually bothered me. For years I wondered what she would feel like pressed against me. Last New Year’s Eve I had finally been able to sample what she had to offer, but I’d wanted so much more.

“Not at all. I just don’t think it would be a good idea for us to tell Liv, for obvious reasons, but I’m definitely not upset that it happened.”

I considered helping her look for her other shoe, but I enjoyed watching her in that dress. It rode up her hips, higher and higher with every movement. She crawled across the floor when she spotted it, and I had to hold back another groan. Between the sway of her ass and watching the dress go to scandalizing heights, I was a dead man walking. My cock was rock hard and ready to go again.

“Sounds like a deal to me. And we probably shouldn’t do this again.”

“You don’t want a reminder of how great it was?” I asked, grinning wickedly. She rolled her eyes at me as she reached to pick up her black lacy thong off the floor. A memory flashing in my head of peeling that thing off her with my teeth.

It had been a really good night.

“You are such a cocky prick.”

“I’ll show you a cocky prick if you want.” I started to lift the covers and she yelped and covered her eyes.

“Finn!” I chuckled as she peaked at me through her fingers. “You’re awful.”

“I know, but you still love me.”

She grabbed her purse off the floor. I put my hands behind my head and leaned back into my pillow, admiring the view of her ass again as she leaned down. It was too bad I didn’t remember much from last night, only bits and pieces. Hopefully more would come back to me because I wanted to remember. Cora shouldn’t have been a drunken hookup.

“Quit staring at my ass, Finn.” She sighed. “I’d call you a dick, but then you would just try to show me yours again.”

“That would be correct, Princess.”

She leaned down over me and I rested my hands on her hips. A lazy grin covered my face as her gaze caught mine. I put one hand at the back of her neck to pull her down so I could kiss her goodbye and the spark in that kiss shook me to my fucking core. My fingers threaded through her hair as I pressed my mouth to hers. As soon as her lips parted, I slipped my tongue inside, morning breath be damned. A small whimper slipped from her throat, breaking the spell. She pulled back reluctantly. We were both breathless and completely shell shocked at what had just happened.

“One for the road,” she whispered.

I nodded and cleared my throat.

“I’m glad that we will both have that to remember at least.”

“Yeah,” she said quietly. Her gaze never broke from mine. She pulled back and some insane part of me missed her already. “I’ll see you later, Finn.”

She was out the door as soon as the words left her mouth. I laughed as she snorted back a laugh at the stupid sign on the bookshelf next to my door that said Save a Horse, Ride a Frat Boy. A few years back my big brother got it for me. I thought it was funny so I kept it. As many times as she had been in my room, today was the day she finally noticed it. The door clicked shut behind her and I closed my eyes, throwing an arm over my face.

I was completely fucked.

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