Page 12 of Spring Fling
Isit in my car and stare at the school entrance, lying in wait, ready to pounce on my prey. It’s after seven when the doors to the lab open and students spill out. Last night, Abbi and I made plans to meet up for dinner after her college lab course. But, I didn’t have the patience to wait for her and more than that, I didn’t want her to have any means of escape from our coming confrontation.
She finally steps out into the sweet spring air and I breathe a sigh of relief to see her in shapeless jeans and a t-shirt that is obviously meant to me loose, but still strains over her ample tits. Thank fuck she changed out of her school uniform. It was stupid and reckless to take her like I did today but for the love of ... how was I supposed to resist her when she pranced into the room looking like everyman’s favorite school girl fantasy come to life. She was a walking wet dream and I’d had to spend the entirety of class sitting at my desk to hide my reaction.
I don’t know how I even got through class today. My first thought had been that she was seventeen and I was as much mad at her as I was at myself. Because ... I was determined to keep her anyway and I had no intention of waiting for her to turn eighteen. All of that rage and after being away from her sweet little body for two days, I snapped. It was incredibly stupid but I couldn’t help it. I wanted—fuck that—I needed to make sure she knew who she belonged to.
I’m parked near Abbi’s dark green Jetta. Like a stalker, I’d watched her leave school this afternoon so I’d seen what she was driving. She glances at my vehicle and freezes for a moment, before approaching it warily.
My window is already down and when she is close enough that we won’t be over heard I growl, “Get in the Jeep, Abbi.”
She purses her lips in annoyance and her eyes bounce between our cars, no doubt weighing the consequences of doing as she’s told or running away.
“Don’t even think about disobeying me, baby. I am not in the mood. So, unless you are ready for me to show up at your house for a meet and greet with the parents, I suggest you get your ass in the car.”
Her face pales and she hurries over, jumping into the passenger seat. She buckles up, then swings around, glaring at me. “You can’t just boss me around all the time, Logan. I’m not your pet.”
I bark out a laugh and tilt me head, studying her from head to toe before meeting her eyes again. “No, you but are my woman and you’ll just have to get used to my bossiness. I can’t help that you bring it out in me.”
Her cheeks pink. Fuck, I love when she does that. The mixture of innocence and her natural sex appeal make for an irresistible combination. Before I lose all control and drag her into my lap, I face the front and shift the Jeep into reverse. We were supposed to go for dinner, but I don’t want to have this conversation around other people. Plus, I know it’s not a good idea to be seen in public with each other until she graduates.
“Where are we going?” she asks warily.
“Home.”
“you can’t drop me off at home, Logan! My parents are home! What if a neighbor sees you in the car! And, what about my car? I can’t leave it in the parking lot, how will I get to school tomorrow? Or explain to my parent where my car is. Or—” Her tone is becoming hysterical and I reach out to lay my palm over her thigh. It’s an attempt to calm her but it inches up her hem and my cock begins to press painfully into the teeth of my zipper. I swallow hard and try to concentrate on what she said.
“Our home, baby,” I interrupted her. “Not your parent’s house.
“Our ... what?” she asked, clearly bewildered.
My hands are white-knuckled on the steering wheel as I maneuver through the traffic and finally pull into my driveway fifteen minutes later.
“Our house, Abbi,” I explained, gesturing to the brick, three-bedroom bungalow I purchased before moving to Boston. I bought it with the intention of living there alone, as a bachelor. But, it would work for us until we started working on a second kid.
Shit.I am suddenly reminded that I fucked Abbi bareback this afternoon. There is almost nothing I want more than to marry her and knock her up, but the one thing that trumps it, is wanting my girl to be happy. IF she wants to wait and finish college first, I’ll do my best to accommodate her, no matter how much I hate the idea of waiting. Birth control is now number one on my list because having had my naked cock inside her, I can’t imagine being with her any other way.
“Bu—but, I can’t move in with you,” she stammers.
I sigh and get out of the car, rounding the front to open her door. Offering her a hand, I pull her up and take her into my arms. “Putting aside the fact that you’re eighteen and can absolutely can move in with me, I’ll understand if you want to wait until graduation.” My voice hardens, not willing to bend on my next demand. “However, you will be sleeping in my bed that night and every fucking night afterwards, for the rest of your life.” I frown and step back, taking her hand and walking toward the front door. “Until then, I’ll just have to satisfy myself with whatever time we can find to be together.”
I unlock the house and lead her inside, flipping the lights on, before closing the door behind us. There is organized chaos in the big, open living room the door opens up to, since I only moved in last night. However, my bed is all set up and with a single minded purpose, I recapture her hand and tow her to the bedroom. Along the way, I give her the nickel tour, pointing out the kitchen den, and two spare bedrooms.
Pausing in the doorway of the smallest one, I move her to stand in front of me, slipping my arms around her waist and burying my nose in her soft curls.
“This one will be a perfect nursery.” I wait on pins and needles for her reaction and when I feel her go lax and lean back into me, I mentally beat my chest like the caveman she draws out of me. I place a tender kiss on her neck and murmur, “Do you like the sound of that, Abbi? Giving me a baby to fill this room?”
Her nod is so minuscule that I almost miss it. I leave it alone after that, not wanting to overwhelm her, fully aware of how fast I’m moving, but unable to do fuck all to stop it.
Once we reach the large master bedroom, I keep padding over the carpet until we enter a bathroom, complete with a huge soaker tub, large, enclosed shower, and a walk on closet that is any girl’s dream.
“This place is perfect,” she sighs.
Looking around again, I can already see what it will look like with her shit spread out everywhere and the only emotion I feel at the prospect is contentment.
This girl has her hooks so deep into me, I should be running in any direction that takes me away from her. Instead, I revel in the grip she has on my heart, and freely let her have it. I love her. I fucking love her.