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  “Up for it?” I repeated, a smile playing on my face and hers turning all sorts of shades of red.

  “I mean, not up-up, but sorta, I guess. But, umm, oh god! I’m making such a mess of this.” She covered her face with her hands. I gently pulled them away from her face and made her wrap them around my waist.

  “Shhh,” I quieted her down. “We’re not on a schedule. This isn’t three dates and must hit home.”

  “I don’t know what that means.”

  “It’s okay. I don’t either. But what I’m trying to say is, if it happens, it does, and it’s going to be because you understand you’re mine and I’m yours. Officially.”

  “Officially? Really?” she asked, humor glittering in her eyes, and I dramatically gasped.

  “Are you trying to get the milk for free, Miss Navarro?” I teased, my voice faking indignation, and she laughed. And fuck me to hell, but it felt good to feel. Her soft sweet body in my arms and the sound of her laughter around me. “Mama didn’t raise no hoe.”

  “You’re a nut.” She giggled.

  “And you’re my hot tamale,” I teased, kissing her nose before pulling away. I didn’t want to, but she had to go back to her sisters. “Come on, gotta walk my girl home.”

  I slipped on my Vans and pulled her hand, but she stopped, making me look behind. “I like being tangled up with you.”

  “Catalina—”

  “I just… I wanted you to know.” The sincerity in her voice made me pull her up to me.

  “Ground rule, you can’t be fucking cute when I gotta drop you off. It’s not fair.”

  “I wasn’t being—”

  “You breathe, and I find it fucking cute,” I shared, and she smiled, her eyes going soft.

  “You’re not being fair being all sweet when I have to go.”

  “I am irresistible; it’s a curse, really.” I grinned, and she shook her head.

  “Come on, oh cursed one. Take me home.”

  “Only because I will see you tomorrow.”

  Catalina

  “What do you guys think?” I asked, turning to see Cora, Allie, and Willow sitting on my bed. Each one with matching smiles as they stared back at me.

  “It’s so cute!” Willow said. “I love that top. But one sec.” She stood and grabbed the hem of the tee I was wearing.

  “What are you—” And she did a quick twist and knot in the front.

  “There! What do you guys think?” She ignored me, knowing I was going to fuss about the length of the tee now. Not a crop top or showing skin at my waist, just right at my waist. She looked at Allie and Cora behind her.

  “That’s so much better!” Cora encouraged, and I frowned, looking down. It didn’t look bad.

  “Awe! My little girl is growing up!” Allie cooed, and I rolled my eyes.

  “Shut up,” I teased, shaking my head with a smile on my face.

  “I heard he made them all clean!” Cora shared, catching all our attention.

  Jonah kept surprising me. Not only was he respectful and sweet when it came to sex and us taking out time, but this morning had made me fall deeper. Before his game, he’d stopped by and dropped off coffee from my favorite stand and said he needed a kiss for good luck since I wasn’t able to go to the game because I had a shift at the student store.

  “That’s too cute!”

  “He did?” I asked, looking at Cora, and she nodded.

  “Milo was pissed, but when I mentioned it probably wasn’t a bad idea and that he should hit up his own room, he quickly quieted down and asked if I could take a pretty candle over later.”

  “Ooooo.” Willow shoulder-bumped Cora.

  “I wonder what he has planned!”

  “I don’t know, but I do know the guys razzed him a ton. Either way, he got them to do something in the backyard.”

  “The backyard?” I repeated, wondering what the hell Jonah was up to.

  “Yeah.” Cora sighed, and by the sparkle in her eyes, I had a feeling she knew more than she was letting on but didn’t want to ruin the surprise. And I appreciated it. He’d said casual, so I shrugged, and Cora jumped up. “Oh, I know what you need!” She rushed to her closet and pulled out a burnt orange chunky knitted cardigan that looked like it would feel like a cozy dream.

  “Try it on. It’s supposed to be chillier tonight.” I slipped it on, and I had been right. It was super cozy.

  “I like that. You look cute and cozy!” Allie cheered, and Willow nodded in agreement.

  _______________

  “Jonah,” I whispered and felt his hard body close the small distance behind me. His head rested on my shoulder just as his strong arms wrapped around my waist and his breath tickled the skin by my ear.

  I’d seen couples stand like we were before. I’d never experienced it. It was sweet, and in that moment, I knew there was no protecting my heart from Jonah Scott and his ridiculously sweet self.

  But what freaking universe was I living in? I was now the girl who had a guy holding her from behind, his head resting on her shoulder with one of the sweetest dates set up in front of her.

  “Do you like it?” he asked, the vulnerability in his voice leaking through, and all I could do was nod. I was too emotionally overwhelmed.

  We were in the backyard of the Sigma house, and it looked like a picture off Pinterest. Pics that made you stop scrolling and think, ‘What if someone did that for me?’ Or, ‘How cute!’ It left me speechless. The grass was trimmed and the yard tidy. A big movie projector had been set up against the far fence. Warm twinkle lights were dangling all over the place, and a huge blanket and a ton of pillows were tossed over.

  “This is beautiful.” I turned, my hands wrapped around his neck, stroking his short hair. “How did you have time to do this? You had a game today. You should have rested—”

  “My girl worried about me?” he asked, and I liked how that sounded. His girl.

  “Your girl?” I giggled and sighed. God, I was a cheesy girl with him, and I couldn’t even hate it. Not when he made me feel the way he did. Happy and content. Safe. Dare I even say loved? Was that crazy? Thinking you could fall in love this quickly?

  “I should be a nice guy and ask you to be my girlfriend.” Girlfriend.

  “But you’re not a nice guy?” I asked, but like always, everything faded away around us when we were close like this. Touching. Sharing one another’s air. His intense gaze made me very aware of every nerve ending covering my body.

  “When it comes to you, I’m a fucking caveman, Catalina.” God, even the way he said my name made my pussy ache in a way I’d never experienced. “A hungry, over-protective, testosterone-fueled caveman dying to claim you.”

  “That sounds…” I slowly sounded out, and he looked like he was on edge, nervous anticipation crackling and popping between us. “Doable.”

  “I’ll show you doable.” He winked, stealing a kiss. “Be mine. Only mine.”

  “You do realize we just started dating and you’re asking me to be your—”

  “Girlfriend?” His eyes softened. “Yes, I know. I’m not an idiot, Catalina. When I see a good setup in front of me, I go for it. I don’t lose my chance on the field.”

  “This isn’t the field; it’s real life.” I wasn’t sure why I was putting up excuses to be his.

  Maybe it was because it felt too good to be true or because I was still a little hesitant about what I was feeling when it came to Jonah. He was the man of my dreams I hadn’t let myself wish for.

  “Exactly.” He smiled big, like I had connected the dots of his weird metaphors.

  “I’m not following.” I laughed softly, but something about the confidence and warmth in his stare threw me for a loop when he announced, “You will.” I opened and closed my mouth, not sure how you even responded to something like that.

  “What movie are we watching?” I decided to ask, and he kissed me.

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “Hmm, you and surprises.”

  “You l
ike it.”

  “I do,” I admitted. His surprises were sweet and fun. “But before we do movie night, could I use the bathroom?” He nodded and, always the gentleman with me, he led the way.

  Jonah

  I finished bringing out a couple of drinks from the kitchen while Catalina was in the bathroom when I saw them and groaned.

  “What are you guys doing?” I hissed at four of my frat brothers. Two of which were busy blowing up fucking air mattresses.

  “Movie night,” Travis cockily answered, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Pretty much,” Carlos agreed as James and Lee nodded as they worked.

  “Umm, no.”

  “Dude, come on.” Travis chuckled, and I exhaled.

  “Man, don’t do this.” The dicks. All of them.

  “Why not?” Carlos asked.

  “Afraid we’re going to scare her away?” James chimed in, and I rolled my eyes.

  “First Milo, now this guy. I still don’t get why one guy would tie himself up in one chick, but whatever,” Lee added.

  “Shut up,” I muttered, resting my hands on top of my head. “Come on, it was funny—”

  “Thank you,” Travis said.

  “We try,” Lee mumbled

  “But she’s going to come back from the bathroom and see you idiots and—”

  “Well, she would since we’re not exactly ghosts,” James interrupted.

  “Or super humans.” We all turned to look at Lee, and he threw his hands up. “What? I mean, like, on Agents of Shield.”

  “Oh my god,” I groaned. Tonight was supposed to be just the two of us. Romantic. Sweet. Maybe the night we took things a little further. “You guys, I’m not messing around.” I looked past them, and relief hit. “Milo—“ All words died along with the relief I felt when I saw Cora holding Milo’s hand.

  “What did you guys do?” I whispered to Travis.

  “We all worked to get it nice back here. We deserve a movie night too.”

  “Payback’s a bitch, Travis,” I warned.

  “Come on, man, we just wanna meet her.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re our boy. We wanna make sure she’s solid. After Ken—”

  “Don’t go there,” I growled, and he put his hands up.

  “I promise, man, this is all with love.”

  “Fine. Whatever.”

  _______________

  The Marvel movie ended, but no one moved, waiting for the Easter egg at the end of the credits. I looked down at Cat, who was sitting between my legs, her head on my chest.

  “That was so badass,” she whispered, looking up at me, and I smiled.

  “Even though we had extra company?” I quietly asked so only she would hear me, and she nodded.

  “The more the merrier.” She shrugged. “Though I was thinking…”

  “Yeah?”

  “Maybe you could show me that photography book you mentioned a while ago?”

  “Photography book?” My mind blanked, and her smile changed to something sinful. Sexy. Seductive.

  “The one in your room,” she whispered, and I felt it in my dick.

  “You sure?” I croaked, and she nodded.

  “Very sure.”

  “We can do that.” I stood and helped her up, letting her hand go to get the blankets off the floor and take them with us. “We can do that right now.”

  “We should go get pizza!” Travis shouted. Not only had they clock blocked my date with Cat, but now he wanted to cockblock my alone time with her? Hell no. “One sec,” I said, holding a finger up, and walked over to where Travis was standing with some blonde. He had a cocky look on his face, and I knew whatever he was about to say was going to irritate me.

  “She’s cool,” he said, and my jaw clenched.

  “I know.”

  “She didn’t look like that before.”

  “Travis,” I warned.

  “I’m just saying you were right.” Travis shrugged, leaning in closer to me.

  “What?”

  “You saw it,” he said, looking in Cat’s direction. “I don’t know how I didn’t.”

  “How about you just keep your eyes off her,” I growled, jealousy bubbling over.

  “You know it’s not like that, brother. We don’t do that to one another.” I grunted, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “I’m serious. You found gold. Good for you, man. She’s sweet.”

  “Can you stop talking about my girl?”

  “Okay, okay, okay,” he laughed, taking his arm off. “You guys coming?”

  “Fuck you, man, bring us a pepperoni back.” I gave him two twenties and turned away. Like a man on a mission to get my girl upstairs and spend some one-on-one time with her.

  We went inside hand in hand, and without a word being uttered, we headed to my room. The air between us was thick and electric. We knew what was going to happen when we got in there, and there was no stopping it. Up the stairs and across the hall, I opened the door for her. She walked past me, the scent of cinnamon and apples drifting into my nose.

  I walked in and closed the door behind me. The lock snapped into place loudly, and when my eyes met hers, I lost the ability to breathe. Fuck me. She was smiling. Gorgeous and open. Excitement sparked in her eyes.

  “We don’t have to do anything.” I broke the silence with the last words I wanted to say, but ones I meant more than my life.

  She stepped forward and slipped off the cute cardigan.

  “You’re really sweet, Jonah,” she whispered. Her hands moved to the hem of her tee, and before I knew it, she pulled it up and over her head, tossing it behind her, the shirt landing on my bed.

  “Sweet,” I repeated, thinking of how her skin would taste.

  “Yeah.” She pulled out the high ponytail, and her dark locks cascaded down, covering the dulce de leche skin of her shoulders. “I like you sweet,” she shared, and I licked my lips.

  “Catalina.”

  “But I want a little more than sweet right now, Jonah,” she boldly said, and I took a small step closer, close enough to feel the soft, sweet heat radiating from her body. “Can you give me that?” she asked, and my dick went rock hard, “Can you give me more than sweet?” her dirty mouth taunted.

  “Oh, I am definitely up for it,” I huskily answered as I stepped in, the last inches of space between us vanishing. My hand on her bare lower back pulled her almost naked chest to mine.

  “I think I’m wearing a little too much. How about you help me?” I suggested and watched the fire ignite behind her eyes. My eyes closed for a brief moment when her hands moved to the hem of my T-shirt.

  I relished in the sensation of her fingers moving up my chest as she brought my shirt up and over my head. I helped her, quickly tossing it to the floor. To my delight, when I did that, she reached behind and unclipped her bra. Before I could blink, her bra fell to the floor next to my feet, and there, Jesus H. Christ, she stood.

  Topless and fucking glorious. Beautiful perky round globes. Dark areola and even darker peaked points, begging for my mouth. I didn’t hesitate. I dropped my head, my hand lifting one breast in my hand and slipping her sweet nipple to my mouth. I heard her gasp, felt her fingers clench around my hair.

  “Yes,” she hissed, and I looked up as I suckled. The pleasure on her face was evident and looked magnificent.

  My free hand moved to cup her other breast. The weight of her breast felt perfect in my hand. My thumb brushed over the strained nipple, and she bucked in my arms, holding my head closer to her chest. A deep animalistic groan roared out of me. Before I knew it, I was picking her up and tossing her onto my bed.

  In a flurry of jerky movements, we worked together on taking off her boots and jeans. I pulled as she kicked them off. We smiled and laughed, until we were both the way we had come into the world. Naked.

  A soft silence fell between us. We were both on the same page. She might not love me yet, but she was well on her way. This wasn’t just a moment of unbr
idled hormones and lust. I covered her body with mine, her legs opening to fit just perfectly between them. I was aware of ever part of mine that touched hers without anything between us.

  Chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. I captured her mouth, and we got lost in a dance we both knew. Kisses that lasted and spoke for us. Our hands roamed up and down the other’s body. Hers soft and wet. Mine hard and unyielding. Her little gasps felt like prayers to my ears. When it was time to take it to another level, I rolled us over so she could be on top. I wanted to let her be in charge our first time so she could set the pace.

  “I’ve never been on top,” she whispered, her thighs on either side of mine straddling my body as she looked down at me. I swallowed hard trying not to lose my nut at the beauty hovering above me. She was magnificent. And mine.

  “Take it slow,” I huffed, not sure if I was telling her or me. But she nodded and rose up. One hand rested on my chest, the other between us gently taking hold of my shaft. I had to bite down on my lip. She lined my dick up against her sex, my own personal heaven on Earth.

  “Catalina,” I growled, and she smiled, her mouth opening slightly, lips in a perfect O. So perfect I could imagine her mouth wrapped around my dick.

  One fantasy at a time.

  Her tits bounced, the sight fucking beautiful, snapping me out my dirty thoughts, and I felt like I was on the edge of coming. She slid the tip of my dick back and forth against her dewy sex. She was so wet. Really wet.

  “Fuck,” I cursed, my hands holding on to her hips for dear life. I was torn between letting her sink down and doing the right thing. For Catalina, I had to do the right thing. Always. “Hold on, baby,” I hissed, and her face grew concerned.

  “Was I doing it wrong?”

  “No. Hell no. You felt incredible. Too good.” I’d almost lost my mind and let her have me raw. The idea was tempting, but too much too soon. “We need a condom,” I shared, and her eyes widened.

  “Oh.” She got off me and kneeled next to me. My body was tightly wound as I leaned over and opened my nightstand trying to ignore the sexy little naked goddess kneeling beside me.

  Empty.

  Fucking empty.

  “Shit. I don’t have any.” I frowned. I’d put a new box, an unopen box, in there. Fucking Travis. This was something he would do to get back at me for making them clean up the yard.