Chapter 29

Waking up this morning, I've never been more eager to get back to CTU than I am right now. I've been wound up since last night's late-night texting session with Chloe. Images of her sprawled out on her bed, chest heaving, her favorite purple toy between her legs, had me desperate to get home and taste that sweet pussy I haven't been able to get out of my head. And that damn video she sent. Fuck me.

I never realized how hot it was to help get her off through words on a screen. The problem was I was unable to palm my rock-hard erection and rub one out with her. Hudson and I have grown very close over the years, but not close enough for me to jack off with him sleeping feet away.

Thankfully, he sleeps like the dead and had no idea what my thumbs were typing out to my girl miles away.

The bus pulls into campus later than we were expecting, which means half the team only has thirty minutes to get to the library for our mandatory weekly study tables. As much as my bed is calling my name, I'm behind on assignments, and with only three weeks of school left, I can't risk falling behind.

Rushing down the steps and off the bus, I head toward the side of the bus where the equipment team is unloading bags.

Thirty minutes later, I'm freshly showered and rushing into the Benjamin Liberty Library to get to my study session on time. Each player has a mandatory study session at the library that works in their schedules. The university enforces it to make sure that all student athletes are getting their assignments done in between games.

It was hard to not drop to my bed that was calling my name and take a nice long nap. But the quicker I get this session over with, the quicker I can be getting to see my girl.

Jogging up the stairs to the third floor where all of the private study rooms are located, my eyes scan to the open floor plan below the steps. Long rectangles are gathered in the center while rows of books span the border of the room. A large desk sits in the center, welcoming students. It's not the expansive woodwork that has my eyes bouncing back, it's the messy bun of honey-blond hair and a pastel purple sweater that has my eyes pausing.

Down below amid students is my Wildflower. Even in a room filled with people, it's like she calls out to me. My body is always aware of her presence. With one last glance, I finish climbing the flight of stairs.

Entering the beige room that feels more like a prison cell than a welcoming place to study, I take the last seat available.

"Cutting it a bit close, Mr. Jacobs," the library attendant addresses me. Each week a member of the library staff sits in our two-hour-long session to ensure we are all using the time block to our advantage. Nothing like being a junior in college and needing a babysitter.

Without acknowledging her, I sit down, pulling out my textbooks. Hudson meets my gaze across the way. He raised an eyebrow asking me if everything was okay.

Giving him a tight nod, I start reading over the chapters for my psych class.

It's not long before my mind starts drifting to everything it can imagine besides the material I need to be learning.

Coach Weber moved our meeting to tomorrow since we got back too late to chat before study tables. I have a feeling he's going to give me an update on what the scouts are saying. I've been pitching exceptionally, especially after almost losing it all with the elbow injury last season. There's a chance I will be given an early offer.

But I don't think I want that. For years, the goal has always been to get to the major league. To prove to my dad that I could do it, even though he couldn't.

I placed so much pressure on myself with his constant mind games of telling me I'm not strong enough, talented enough, or good enough. Baseball has always been my way to get out of his house, to find something productive to do with my time so that I wasn't spending extra time under his roof with the drunken words he'd spew at us. I realized somewhere along the way that I had a natural talent for the game.

The natural progression was to aim for a scholarship at a university far enough away from Georgia. Once I was accepted at CTU, it only made sense to focus on a new goal. And that goal was playing professionally.

But now there's Chloe to factor into the equation.

Until this year, I was never a guy to consider changing the course of my life over a girl. But that was before Chloe. Because she stole my heart. And now I can't stand the thought of not getting to see her. It may not happen every day, but as often as I can.

There's a part of me that doesn't want to leave her behind. Not only with the idea of leaving college early, but there's also the training camps and traveling for away games where I'll be gone more often than not. And who knows where she will end up after she graduates? Chloe's talented with her words, her cooking, hell, everything she sets her mind to. She might end up needing to be in a big city where the large magazines are headquartered. While most major cities in the United States have a major league baseball team, who's to say I'll end up in the same one? I could be in LA while she's in NY. Or Toronto while she's in Chicago. Do I really want to spend the next however many years separated?

And I know I'm jumping the gun. This relationship is fresh, but I do not doubt that Chloe and I are endgame. I don't believe we were put in each other's path again without being destined for something bigger.

Chloe Mariano has stolen my heart, and one day, I hope she steals my last name.

I'm lost in thought when a balled-up piece of paper smacks me in the head. Glancing up, I find Hudson smirking back at me. Creases form between my eyes as I give him a quizzical expression. He chuckles. "Dude, the session is over. Where the hell were you for the last two hours?"

Looking around the room, I see that some of the guys have already cleared out. Where the hell was I? Did I seriously just space out for two hours?

"That two hours flew by."

"Well, yeah. Your head was in the clouds the entire session. Please tell me you were at least daydreaming about Chloe?"

"Yeah. I was thinking about her and the big leagues and everything in between."

"Bro, you're going to turn yourself gray with all that worrying. Stop stressing and let's just enjoy this season. You've shaped up to be a helluva captain. The underclassmen are thriving this year, and it has to do with you. Your energy is contagious on the field."

"Thanks, man."

"Now, go get your girl." His head nods in the direction of where Chloe is still sitting at the table. I have no idea how long she's been here, but knowing Chloe, she's due for a break. And I'm due for some one-on-one time with my girl.

Closing the distance between her and me, I sit down opposite her. She doesn't even acknowledge that someone is sitting across from her. Typical Chloe, lost in her head.

Clearing my throat, I try to get her attention. Her body flinches at the disruption. Slowly, she turns her head and faces me. Eyes widening, I watch as my favorite smile spreads across her beautiful face.

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hey, handsome."

"C'mon." I stand, rounding the table until I'm standing directly beside her. I watch her as her face scrunches in the adorable way that I've gotten used to watching over the years.

"Wh-what?"

"C'mon," I stretch my hand out and wait for her.

"Cody, I've got to study."

"I know, and you will, but right now I need my girl, and my mind is telling me that my girl needs a break."

She sighs, and I watch her shoulders deflate, some of that tension is leaving her body. "Yeah, I've been here since nine thirty."

My eyes widen at her admission. "Chloe, it's two o'clock. Have you at least stopped to eat?"

Sheepishly, she pulls her bottom lip in her mouth and nibbles on it. It's adorable and a habit she's had for years. The worrying of her bottom lip is the only answer I need.

"Alright, we are definitely leaving this library right now." I stand patiently while she gathers her notebook, textbooks, and iPad. Chloe will always look beautiful to me, but right now, my girl looks utterly exhausted. I knew she was pushing things too hard when she fell asleep after the first inning of our game last night. I should have let her go back to sleep once I knew she was okay, but I was selfish and wanted to keep texting her.

"Did you walk or drive?"

"I walked."

"Okay, I parked in the lot by the Union. Want to go back to your house?"

"Please."

With my arm wrapped around her shoulders, the two of us weave through bodies as we make our way to the parking lot. As soon as we get inside, Chloe's body sags in her seat, her head finds the window, and it stays there the whole way to her townhouse.

A second wind must have hit her somewhere along our walk from my truck to her front door because as soon as we cleared the threshold, Chloe's tossing her backpack and keys to the ground.

Her arms fling around my neck, nearly knocking me over, as her lips crash into mine. She laps at the seam of my lips, and I open allowing her tongue access. The two of us make out in front of her door like horny teenagers.

Hands roaming over every indent and curve. Her fingers slide underneath my shirt as her nails graze over the indents of my abs before she pushes my shirt up. Our lips separate long enough for her to rip my shirt over my head. My blood rushes to my dick, and I do not doubt that Chloe can feel how worked up I am against her stomach. My body is desperate for a release—one I didn't have enough time to give myself this morning in the shower. As tired as I am, my body is alive with the promise of what's to come.

"Take me to bed," Chloe murmurs against my lips.

Without hesitating, my hands slide down her back and below her ass. Gripping her, I lift her in the air as her legs wrap around my hips.

I carry her up the stairs, one hand hanging on to the railing, the other under her ass, our lips never separating. My girl is hungry. She's starving for my touch.

I don't stop until I'm laying her down on her perfectly made bed. Too bad for her, the crisp sheets are about to be wrecked.

Chloe relaxes underneath me, melting into my touch, her body molding into mine. Things between us have progressed slowly, which isn't something I'm used to. But for Chloe, I'll do anything she wants. This was a big step for her to admit her feelings and face some of her biggest insecurities, and I've not wanted to push her. I've been waiting for her to give me a sign that she's ready for more between us. And right now, she's giving me all the signals that she's ready to hit all the bases.

Breaking away from her lips, I trail kisses down her jaw, nipping her sweet flesh along her neck. My hands skim up her hips as I pull her sweater up and over her head exposing her white, sheer lace bra.

Sitting up on my knees, I take in my beautiful girl. Hair that resembles the sun is piled high on her head. Her sweet, creamy skin tinged pink from my nips and kisses. Ocean-blue eyes darkened to midnight sky. Chloe's stunning, and she's mine. And also wearing too many clothes.

"Fuck, Wildflower, you look beautiful." I watch as her cheeks flame my favorite shade of pink. Making her blush is my favorite hobby. Before she has a chance to say anything or hide herself from me, I'm leaning forward, my lips finding hers as my hand works the button on her white pants. Of all days she doesn't wear a dress.

As I work her pants and panties down her legs, my mouth finds her pebbled nipple, and I suck the sensitive flesh into my mouth. She groans as she kicks to help me free her from the confines of the pants.

Her legs are freed, and she tries to close the gap, hiding herself from me. My thighs spread to keep her spread for me. "Don't hide that pretty pussy from me, Wildflower. I've been dreaming of seeing her for days."

"Then fuck me already, Cody." Chloe groans from underneath me, her body writhing with my touch.

Pausing briefly, I'm thrown off by the vulgar words escaping my sweet, shy girl.

"So eager. Patience, baby." Her chest heaves from a deep inhale. "I'm not fucking you until you come twice—once on my mouth and once on my fingers."

Her body erupts in a shiver, and I smirk before sliding down her body trailing open mouth kisses in my wake, not stopping until I'm propping my body up on my elbows as my tongue sticks out licking up her wetness. I moan as my tongue finally tastes her again.

I had waited so long to taste her. To touch her. To bring her pleasure. And now that I have, it's all I crave. I'm starving for her. There's no doubt I'm going to savor every second of it. I won't be rushing this moment tonight. Even if my dick is pressing painfully hard against the zipper of my jeans.

A loud moan falls from her lips as I suck her clit into my mouth. Chloe bucks her hips against me, seeking more friction. I can feel how desperate she is to come as she rides my face causing her pleasure to drip down my jaw.

She's close. I can tell by the way her movements quicken as she seeks out her desperate release. I continue licking and lapping, sucking her swollen lips into my mouth as she rides my face, doing whatever I can to help her. With one final lap at her sensitive bud, Chloe is detonating beneath me. Her orgasm hits her hard as she screams out my name.

I don't care if she wakes the whole complex up. I've waited almost three years for this moment. I want the whole damn world to know that Chloe Mariano is mine.

Popping my head up from between her thighs, I find my girl's eyes. Her chest is heaving, pupils blown wide, and a blissful expression pasted across her face.

"That's one," I say with a smirk before diving back down to my favorite meal.

My tongue licks up her come as she lets out another delicious moan. Sliding my two fingers inside her wet heat, I feel her pussy clench around the digits, greedily taking me. Already swollen from her last orgasm, it won't take her long to come again.

Selfishly, I'm ready for her to come again. I'm ready to slide inside her and feel her pussy wrapped around my dick. I've been desperate to feel her, and now that I've tasted her, I know it's going to feel even better with her molded around my cock.

I pull my fingers out as she lets out a whimper of protest. Pushing them back in, I pull them out again, over and over, until her cries are begging me to fuck her.

"Soon, baby. I need you to come one more time."

I continue pumping in and out of her. Her pussy is soaked, which helps me glide easily in and out of her. Curling my fingers up, I hit that special spot that has her screaming out my name. Her walls tighten around my fingers as she writhes underneath me, seeking out her release. I dive my face back down as I lick up her juices.

I'm starving for her.

Chloe's leg lands on my shoulder as she uses her heel to push me deeper. I moan as the movement presses me harder against her.

"Be a good girl and come for me, Chlo." Her hips quicken at my words. "That's it, Wildflower, ride my face and fuck my fingers."

Her hips buck against my tongue as my nose nuzzles against her clit. I pull away before sucking her bud into my mouth. My teeth bite down as I pump harder, curling my fingers to hit her G-spot.

"Cody!" Chloe screams in pleasure as the orgasm racks through her body. I feel her pussy grip my fingers as her walls pulsate against me.

"Goddamn," I say, licking her release one last time. "I need to be inside you."

My cock is hard as a rock and painfully pressed against my zipper. I'm desperate for her touch and feeling like a teenage boy about to come in my pants.

"What the hell are you waiting for?"

I chuckle, leaning back on my legs, I take her in. Her release coats the inside of her legs and my lips. I slide my fingers out of her before bringing them to my lips to suck clean. Her eyes widen at the gesture, and I smirk before standing to my feet. I make quick work of stripping out of my jeans as I stand before her in only my boxer briefs.

A sharp inhale has my eyes finding her widened ones. "You okay?" I ask as I dig in my wallet for a foil packet. Ripping the wrapper open with my teeth, I slide my boxers down my legs. My cock springs free as precum beads against the tip.

Glancing up, I find Chloe's eyes staring at my dick, and I could come from the attention she's giving me. I've wanted this with Chloe for so long that the little bit of attention she's giving my dick has me ready to explode.

"Yeah," she says, voice breathy from the orgasms. "I just forgot how huge you are."

Smirking up at her, I slide the condom down my shaft as I stroke my hand up and down. "You can take it."

And with a wink, I'm climbing back on top of her. My lips find hers, and she moans at the taste of herself on my tongue. My cock presses against her hot, swollen pussy as I nudge my head through her entrance.

Her legs wrap around my hips as her heels press into my ass cheeks. "Always so eager."

"Please, Cody," she begs as I gently begin rocking my hips, inching my way into her opening. I must be going too slow because she's pressing her heels harder against my ass, pushing me into her until I'm fully inside her.

Both of us moan at the contact.

"I feel so full," she says.

"Damn, Wildflower. You're so goddamn tight."

Fuck.It's never felt this good with anyone else. I knew the wait would be worth it. Chloe Mariano is my undoing. I'll never want anyone else besides this woman. This sweet, sexy, perfect woman. She's my everything.

Slowly, I pull out and slide back inside as I begin rocking my hips. Her walls grip my cock harder, desperate to keep me inside. "Wildflower, I'm not going to last."

"Then don't. Fuck me, Cody. Stop holding back."

Leaning forward, my lips find hers as our tongues tangle. Our hips rock against each other as we get lost in the kiss. I slide further inside her before I stop holding back.

Her legs shake as I begin thrusting inside of her. I can feel her stretch around my cock, and the feeling of her molding herself to me almost has me coming on the spot. There's a connection growing between us. It's the type of connection that she reads about in books. I wonder if she can feel it too. It's as if our hearts are weaving together, tethering ourselves to one another.

I thrust in and out of her, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her. My hands weave into her hair as I pull her face to mine. Needing to kiss her. To feel connected in every way possible.

"You feel so good," I mumble the words against her lips. "Be a good girl and come for me. Come all over my cock, Wildflower. I'm so close, but I need you to come again."

My fingers trail down her body until I'm rubbing tight circles against her already sensitive clit. I suck one of her pebbled peaks into my mouth. Sucking and nipping as I play with her clit.

Her hips rock faster against me as I thrust into her. Feeling my balls tighten as my impending orgasm builds. I need her to come before I detonate.

I feel her pussy tighten against my cock, and I know she's there. I press harder on her clit as I bite down on her nipple. The orgasm rips through her body, and I'm right there with her. Spilling inside the condom as stars explode as my vision blackens as her pussy milks every bit of my orgasm.

"Holy shit," I pant, resting my weight on top of her.

Her chest heaves beneath me. "That's what sex is supposed to feel like?"

"Nah, Wildflower. That's just sex with you. It's never been like that with anyone else."

Her lips find mine as she kisses me with everything she has left. This kiss feels like sunshine after a stormy day. It's fresh, crisp, and full of hope at what's to come.

Absolutely drained, I pull a naked Chloe into my chest and wrap her close to me. I want to spend every night with her curled next to me, creamy bare skin displayed and a sated glow to her skin. Savoring her warmth, I close my eyes and welcome the instant relief of sleep.

It's not long before I'm able to sleep that my body is begging me for hydration. Slipping out of bed is going to be a challenge. Gently, I lift Chloe's arm that is wrapped around my middle as I slide out from underneath her. Once standing, I slide my pillow underneath her arm so that it gives the illusion that I'm still next to her.

Glancing around the room, I find my boxers which are still in my pants from where I dropped them early. I step into my boxers before making my way down the stairs to the kitchen to search for water.

Leaning against their island, I'm chugging a bottle of water when a knock sounds on the door. Figuring it was one of our friends and not wanting to wake Chloe when I'm perfectly capable of answering the door, I unlock the bolt and swing the door open.

Fuck me.

Scott Mariano stands before me dressed in navy dress pants and a light blue button-up. I take in his full 6'3 height, dark auburn brown hair, and black wire-framed glasses, while he does the same to me, and it's in that moment that I wish I would have glanced through the peephole before swinging up the door in nothing but a pair of black boxers.

My heart plunges to my ass as I'm face to face with my girlfriend's dad—for the first time.

Stepping aside, I open the door wider. "Come on in."

"Thanks for inviting me into my daughter's home." His face is stoic as he gives nothing away, moving inside the front door and glancing around.

Clearing my throat, I step backward. My body feels like it's shaking. This is not how I planned on meeting Mr. Mariano. I wasn't sure if we were at the whole meet the parent step, but I definitely wasn't expecting to be meeting him practically naked after fucking his daughter into a post-orgasmic coma.

"Cody?" Chloe questions from the top of the stairs. The two of us break our stare off—well, his stare off and my fight not to cower from his intensity—and turn our heads toward her soft voice.

At the sight of her, my shoulders droop as my eyes snap shut, and my head falls. As beautiful as my girl looks right now in only my shirt, her gorgeous legs on full display, I doubt her dad appreciates her state of undress. It's clear what the two of us had been getting ourselves into.

"Amore Mia," her dad greets, and I hear Chloe gasp as her hands snap to the hem of my shirt, tugging it down trying to gain a few more inches. Unfortunately for her, stretching the material only causes it to tighten against her chest, exposing her nipples against the cotton.

"Hi, Daddy."

I fight to keep the groan which is building in my chest from erupting.

Fuck my life.