You and I Together Page 11

  As promised, the moment I slide into the driver seat of my car, I grab my phone and click on Bentley's name, waiting until it starts ringing before pulling out onto the street. It rings three times before his voice comes across the line, this time much calmer than when I talked to him earlier.

  “How was dinner?” He asks, voices buzzing around him in the background.

  “Really good.” I say, smiling to myself. “I really like Shira.” I admit, feeling bad for originally thinking that I wouldn't.

  “Good.” He says, a smile clear in his voice. “So I wanted to ask you earlier, are you free Saturday night?” He asks, his words slightly obstructed by the level of noise going on around him.

  “Like two days from now Saturday or next Saturday?” I ask, wanting to clarify.

  “Two days from now.” He laughs lightly.

  “I am.” I say, not trying to hide the excitement in my voice. “Are you coming here?” I ask, practically holding my breath waiting for his answer.

  “Maybe.” He draws out.

  “Bentley.” I whine into the phone, laughing lightly at myself.

  “If everything goes as planned, I should be in Chicago by Saturday morning.” He says, laughing when I let out a small squeal of excitement. “What was that again?” He asks, laughter still vibrating through his words.

  “Nothing.” I try to play it off like I am not bouncing out of my seat right now. “What are you doing anyways?” I ask, the level of noise on his end of the phone causing me to hold the phone away from my ear a couple of inches.

  “Sorry. I'm at the club. They are working on installing the main stage right now. I can't wait for you to see this place. It's really coming together.” He says, the background noise dying off instantly, giving away that he must have stepped outside. “Better?” He asks.

  “Much.” I smile. Pulling into a vacant spot outside of my dorm, I kill the engine but make no attempt to get out of the car.

  “I miss you.” He breathes into the phone, the sound of his voice causing warmth to spread through my body.

  “I miss you too.” I say, feeling like it's been months since I have laid eyes on that incredible face of his.

  “I promise, this is almost over.” He says. “A couple more weeks and I will be back on the East Coast. I was actually thinking of buying a more permanent residence in Chicago.” He says, falling silent as he waits for my reaction.

  “Seriously?” The word falls from my mouth and my mind immediately starts imagining a world where Bentley lived here and I got to see him on a regular basis.

  “It makes sense. With what I pay to hold the hotel room, I could easily just buy something. Plus, my mom is there. It's a pretty central location to the other clubs and well, there's one other factor that is weighing greatly on this decision.” He says, letting the words hang there for a moment.

  “Is that so?” I ask, deciding to play along.

  “It is.” He chuckles lightly.

  “And what would that be?” I ask, my voice dropping lower. “A girl maybe?”

  “Not just any girl. The girl.”

  “Tell me about this amazing girl of yours.” I fight my urge to laugh, in fear of ruining this little game we seem to be playing.

  “She's incredible.” He sighs. “She's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. And when she looks at me with those green eyes, I swear she can read my thoughts and know just how hard I have fallen for her.”

  “She sounds like quite a girl.” I say, fighting back the knot of emotion tightening in my chest. “Tell me more about her.”

  “She's giving but not to the point that she neglects herself. She cares deeply for the people in her life, but protects her heart with everything that she has. She's smart and witty but she's also stubborn and hard headed. I think that's the thing I love the most about her. She's not afraid to be who she is. Either you accept her or you don't. She's confident but not arrogant and she makes me the envy of every other man. Not because of my money or my success, but because I am the man that gets to call her mine. She has no idea that when I'm with her, I'm happier than I ever been before.”

  “Bentley.” His name is a whisper off of my lips.

  “She's also an extremely talented dancer but it's the emotion that she's able to portray in her movements that leaves me absolutely breathless watching her. And when her long silky hair brushes against that perfect ass of hers, it takes everything I have not to spread her wide and bury myself deep inside of her.”

  “Is that so?” My words barely come out above a whisper.

  “You have no idea.” He practically growls into the phone before falling silent, leaving me to sit in the heat now coursing through my body. I didn't know it was possible to become so turned on by a few whispered words but I am starting to think that this man can turn me on just by simply existing.

  I hear his hushed words as he covers the phone to speak to someone before his voice comes back on the line. “I'm sorry baby. I have to go.” He says.

  “Okay. So I'll see you Saturday?” I ask, trying not to sound too disappointed that he's getting off the phone.

  “Try and stop me.” I can hear his smile even though I can't see him. I close my eyes and imagine his face, his adorable dimples standing out.

  “I love you.” I breathe the words, eyes still closed as I imagine his facial expression. Something tells me he doesn't miss the fact that this is the first time I have said it first. Well, with the exception of my drunk confession and that I don't count.

  “I love you.” He rasps into the phone before the line goes dead.

  Dropping my head back onto the headrest, I open my eyes and look out into the darkness of the night, trying to will myself to get out of the car but not really having the energy to move. Deciding sleeping in my car is not really an option, I push my door open, cringing when it squeaks loudly into the silence.

  Grabbing my purse and phone, I make sure I have my keys before locking the door and slamming it shut. Crossing the parking lot, I quicken my steps a little, feeling a bit uneasy for whatever reason. So much so, that when a man's voice calls out my name, I jump and scream at the same time. Spinning in place, I let out a sigh of relief when I see Collin jogging towards me.

  “Hey. Sorry I didn't mean to scare you.” He says, smiling flirtatiously at me. “Is Andrea home?” He asks, gesturing towards the building in front of us.

  “I'm just getting home so I'm not entirely sure. You're welcome to walk up with me and find out.” I say, continuing to walk towards the building, Collin at my side.

  “I'm sorry about the whole Aaron thing.” He says just as we step inside. “He can get a bit out of hand when he's had too much to drink.”

  “You don't need to apologize for someone else's action.” I say, continuing through the main level to the staircase.

  “I mean, I don't blame him for wanting to hit that. But forcing himself on you like that wasn't cool.” He says, meeting my sideways glance as we hit the second floor landing.

  “Let me ask you something Collin.” I say, turning up the next set of stairs. “Do you like Andrea?” I ask.

  “I do.” He says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

  “Then it would do you well to not say things like I don't blame him for wanting to hit that to other women. Just a piece of advice.” I say, turning and continuing on up the last set of stairs leading to my dorm room.

  “O... Okay.” He stutters out, clearly caught off guard by my comment.

  “Listen.” I say, turning towards him just as we reach the door to my room. “Andrea is my best friend. I will not let anyone hurt her. She may be blind to your man whorish ways but I see right through that good guy act. Treat her right or I will make sure no woman will want to sleep with you ever again. Are we clear?” I ask, my tone giving away my seriousness.

  “Yeah. Yeah.” He shrugs, seeming completely uncertain about how to handle being put on the spot like this.

  “In that case.” I say, pushing the d
oor open, spotting Andrea spread out belly first on her bed with her nose in a text book. “I found a stray outside. I think he might belong to you.” I say, pulling her attention from her book as she looks up at me and then spots Collin behind me.

  “Hey babe.” She gives him a sexy smile and then pushes up on her knees. He immediately crosses the space of the small room and pulls her into a heated kiss.

  “I'm gonna give you two some privacy.” I say, turning away from the tongue slapping currently talking place in front of me to grab a pair of pajamas from my drawer. I step around Collin who is still somewhat blocking the walkway of the room, and then duck into the bathroom.

  I don't need a shower but I also don't want to be in that room with the two of them either, so I decide on taking one anyways. The moment I step under the hot water, my conversation with Bentley comes to the forefront of my mind. I try to imagine what it would be like to have him here on a regular basis. To be able to stay the night together and meet up between classes for lunch. The things that normal couples do that I have yet to really experience.

  Having Bentley on the other side of the country has helped ease me into this relationship in a way. It's given me time to get used to being committed to someone without them hovering over me. I am curious to see how I do when he is here all the time. When fights become a normal part of life and I learn to deal with what comes along with having an actual boyfriend. And while I know it's going to be a big adjustment for both of us, I can't wait to just have him here with me.

  Chapter

  Fourteen

  “Holy shit.” I hear Taylor, a girl from my Sociology class, gasp as we make our way from the building. “Anna are you seeing what I'm seeing?” She asks, causing me to pull my face away from the paper I am currently holding to look up at her. She hits me with wide eyes and immediately starts calming her wild auburn curls.

  “What?” I ask, laughter vibrating through the word.

  “Incredible fucking eye candy. Twelve o'clock.” She says, her voice almost a pant. Following her line of sight, my steps falter when my eyes land on the man she is talking about. My heart immediately picks up speed when he throws me a familiar dimple filled smile.

  “Yes, yes he is.” I say, smiling wickedly in his direction as I continue walking towards where he is standing, Taylor still at my side.

  He's leaning against his sports car, arms crossed in front of his chest, his hair hanging across his forehead in a way that is so sexy, I squirm just looking at him. He's dressed casually in a white v-neck shirt and dark jeans, his sunglasses only completing the look, making him absolutely drool worthy. Not that he isn't always, but today, holy shit. I can barely contain myself.

  “I mean seriously. Can you imagine what it would be like to spend just one night with a man like that? Holy shit. I don't think I would survive it.” Taylor laughs lightly next to me.

  “I can imagine Taylor.” I say, smiling widely when she turns curious eyes on me. “As a matter of fact, I think I'm gonna do some hands on research now.” I laugh at her shocked expression. “See you next week.” I call out, as I take off towards Bentley, not stopping until he steps away from the car and wraps me in his arms.

  “There she is.” He says into my hair, pulling back to take my lips in a heated kiss.

  “What are you doing here?” I question, pulling back a couple of inches. “You said you wouldn't be here til tomorrow.”

  “I couldn't wait another moment. I have been dreaming about this body for days.” He says, letting his hands travel down my sides, eventually settling on my hips.

  “Well far be it for me to keep you waiting.” I smile seductively and step past him, pulling open the passenger side door of his car and sliding in.

  He laughs lightly and then quickly crosses the space to the drivers side, sliding in next to me. I catch Taylor watching us with a look of both shock and envy as Bentley speeds out of the parking lot. I can only imagine what is going through her mind right now. If I were her though, I think I would be wishing I were me.

  Considering my dorm is only a ten minute walk, it takes us all of two minutes before we are parked and I am pulling Bentley up the stairs through my building. Pushing my way inside of my room, I wait until he follows in after me before closing the door and slipping the lock into place.

  Turning to face him, I immediately drop my book bag and strip off my shirt, loving the way his eyes dart across my flesh as I do. “Andrea?” He asks, taking a step towards me.

  “Has class until five.” I say, smiling when his eyes dance across my chest and then down my legs as I pull my pants off, kicking them to the side. Leaving me standing in front of him in a barely there black bra and matching bikinis.

  “Thirty minutes.” He cocks his head to the side and gives me a smile that says; challenge accepted.

  “Come here.” I say, pulling his body flush with mine and taking his mouth on a heated kiss.

  “Impatient?” He laughs against my lips, pulling back just enough to allow me to slide his t-shirt over his head.

  “Very.” I moan against his mouth as my hands travel down his sculpted chest, tracing his ab muscles on their decent lower, eventually landing on the button of his jeans.

  “And what exactly is it that you want Ms. Blake?” He asks, not giving me any resistance as I unbuckle his jeans and slide them down his long legs, lowering my body as I do until I am crouching in front of him.

  “This.” I hiss, closing the inch between my knees and the floor as I reach up and hook my fingers in the band of his boxers. Pulling them straight down, his massive erection springs free and it is only a matter of seconds before my mouth is closing over the tip and sucking it inside.

  “Fuck.” He growls above me, his hands immediately tangling in my hair as I take him as deeply as I can into my throat. “Baby, you can't do this for long.” He pants, guiding my head as I begin pumping him with my hand, my mouth sliding up and down his incredible length, tasting every inch of him that I can fit into my mouth.

  “Anna.” My name flows from his lips in the most seductive way and only pushes me further, making me want more, but Bentley has different ideas. Pulling back abruptly, he leans down and grips me under the arms, pulling me to my feet before I really have a chance to react.

  Smiling wickedly, he slowly backs me into the door behind me, his fingers working the clasp of my bra with next to no effort. He slides the straps down each arm at a slow torturous pace. By the time he gets my bra off, I am wired so tightly from the anticipation that each breath comes erratic and shaky.

  Taking my hands, he pins them above me against the door with one hand while the other travels slowly down my arm, across my bare chest and down my stomach until it is sliding inside of my bikinis, his fingers finding me wet and ready for him.

  “Fuck baby.” He breathes against my neck as he slides his fingers inside with ease, first one and then another. “You feel so good.” He bites at the flesh along my jaw before his lips find mine again, his tongue plunging inside of my mouth as a loud moan escapes my throat when he slides his finger out and then across my clit.

  “Bentley.” I plead, wanting nothing more than to feel the fullness of having him in me. To feel the warmth of his body against mine and him moving inside of me.

  “What is it baby?” He teases, dropping his face to my chest as he takes my nipple and sucks it roughly into his mouth, running his tongue across the hardening nub before switching to the other one.

  “Please.” I moan, feeling like I am ready to explode already even though he has barely touched me.

  “Please what?” He smiles against my breast, trailing kisses back up until he reaches my face. “Please what Anna?” He says, pulling back enough that he can meet my gaze.

  “Fuck me.” I plead, completely unashamed to ask for what I want.

  “Oh fuck.” He growls, swallowing up my cry of surprise when he lifts me from the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist and tangle my hands in his hair, loving the way he
kisses me with so much intensity. Like he can't possibly get enough of me.

  Crossing the small space, he leans over, depositing me on the bed before quickly pulling off my panties and discarding them on the floor. Spreading my legs wide, he looks down at my bare flesh below him, his eyes glazing over in arousal. He trails his fingers lightly up and down before spreading me open, his eyes raking across my skin with so much intensity, I tremble slightly below his stare.

  “You are fucking perfect.” He rasps, reaching between us to grab his erection in his hand. Stepping closer, he rubs the tip inside of my folds, letting out a slow exhale as he does, like he is trying to get a hold of himself.

  He slides the tip over my clit and then back down, finally stopping at my entrance. Words cannot describe how much it turns me on to watch him standing over me like this. His breathing labored, his eyes fixed on my bare flesh before him.

  “Bentley.” I plead below him, crying out when he enters me so quickly that he nearly knocks the wind right out of me.

  “Is this what you want?” He asks, hitching my legs over his forearms as he pulls my body into his, my ass coming up a few inches off of the bed as he begins pounding inside of me.

  “Yes. God yes.” I cry out at his assault. Nothing has ever come close to the way Bentley makes my body feel. It's like he is somehow programed to know exactly how to move inside of me. Exactly how to position himself and where to touch me to really bring me to the edge.

  He continues to pound in and out of me, his movements becoming more erratic with the more time that passes. When he drops my legs and collapses down on top of me, taking my mouth with his, I come unraveled beneath him.

  My orgasm tears through me without warning. Building from somewhere deep inside of me and then exploding like a firework. I cry out, feeling the effects from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Every inch of my body buzzes to life as I pulse around his erection still hammering inside of me.

  “Anna.” He buries his face into the crook of my neck as he finds his own release, his body trembling above me. I latch my hands around his back and hold on tightly, loving the feeling of his pleasure spilling inside of me.