Wild Love (Campus Nights Book 4)

by Rebecca Jenshak

  “That’s my idea of black tie.”

  He kisses my shoulder and collarbone while I consider it. “Are you sure it’s a good idea?”

  “Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me in public?”

  “I’m sure there’s a dark corner I can shove you in if needed.”

  He crawls onto my lap. All six feet of him wraps around me.

  “What are you doing?” I ask through a grunt.

  He attacks my neck with playful kisses and bites. The doorbell rings, and he stills, lips still on my neck.

  “Expecting someone?” he asks.

  “That’s probably just Declan. I called him about a threesome,” I say casually.

  He’s quiet as if he’s giving my words deep thought.

  “Oh my god, I’m kidding.”

  He jumps up to get the door. “I thought you’d be more into two girls with one guy, but two guys?” He bobs his head. “I can get down with that as long as we don’t cross swords.”

  He opens the door, and when Declan’s voice sounds from the other side, I have to slap a hand over my mouth to stop laughing. I grab a bottle of lube from the coffee table from our earlier activities and creep from my position on the couch toward my room in case Declan comes into the apartment.

  “What’s up, man?” Mav asks.

  “Thought I’d see if you want to hang out. My internet’s down.”

  “Oh, uh…” Mav sneaks a look at me. I nod, encouraging him, then toss the lube in his room, and pop back out to say hi to Declan. I give them the living room and go to my room. One of the downfalls of us hanging out every night and keeping our relationship a secret is that he hasn’t spent that much time with the guys, and I know he needs to bond with his new teammates.

  I sit on my bed, smiling as I hear the guys talking in the living room.

  It almost feels like we’re really dating. Weird.

  I’m not overthinking it. Johnny has a way about him that makes me not obsess too much about the details. Maybe it’s his “it’s whatever” personality rubbing off on me, or maybe I just have too much fun with him to dissect it. No matter the reason, I’m going to enjoy the hell out of the rest of the summer.

  28

  Johnny

  Heath: You and Dakota? Tell me it’s true.

  Adam: Oh, it’s true.

  Rhett: Yeah, congrats, buddy, but while we’re on the topic of your awesome new relationship, I’m going to need you to take it down a notch. You’re making me look bad, and I have plans that I need you not to fuck up for me.

  Maverick: Kota told me she told them and that she told them NOT to tell you. Your girlfriends are all terrible at keeping secrets. And what the hell are you talking about, Rauthruss?

  Heath: I’m a little hurt that Ginny knew before me. I want my BFF necklace back.

  Adam: Seriously, Mav. Why are you holding out on us?

  Maverick: I wasn’t sure if we were telling people. And unlike your girls, I’m an awesome secret keeper.

  Adam: You’re so fucked. You’ve got it bad.

  Rhett: Dakota sent the girls a picture of the dresses you bought her. I can’t compete with Oscar de la Renta and Valentino.

  Heath: Who the fuck is Oscar de la whatever?

  Adam: He bought Dakota a bunch of expensive dresses all Pretty Woman style.

  Maverick: I wanted her to have options. Which one did she choose? She won’t tell me.

  Heath: I just asked Ginny, but she won’t say.

  Adam: Reagan either.

  Rhett: Sienna’s not here, but if Dakota swore them to secrecy, she won’t tell me.

  Maverick: Oh, sure. Now they’re good at keeping secrets.

  Wednesday night, we get the VIP treatment at Target Field. We meet some of the team, and then they show us to a room where we wait to go out on the field. Jack is chatting with one of the event coordinators in the hallway, leaving Dakota and me with a little privacy.

  She’s looking sexy as hell in cutoff jean shorts, a white tank top that stops an inch above her belly button, and an open Twins jersey over it. Her red hair is pulled back in a ponytail, showing off her neck, and all I can think about is sucking on it.

  She sits about a foot away from me, insisting on playing this off like we’re just friends, even though Jack pretty much already knows something went down between us in his bathroom.

  I walk my fingers across the leather couch toward her. She arches a brow as I reach her smooth legs.

  “Johnny,” she admonishes.

  “You’re so far away,” I whine. “I sat closer to Jack on the ride over than I did you. Not that I minded, he smells fantastic.”

  “He really does,” she says.

  “Maverick.” Jack steps into the room, and Dakota stands so quickly you’d think the couch caught on fire. “They’re ready.”

  As Dakota and I follow him down the tunnel to the field, she brushes her fingers against mine and gives me a slight smile. “Good luck.”

  She’s led to our seats, and Jack and I go out on the field to get a few practice throws in. I played baseball as a kid, so I’m not too worried. I would like to impress a certain redhead in the crowd, though.

  I find her in her seat, eyes glued on me, and I give her a little hat tip. I can’t believe she’s with me, even if it’s only for the summer. Luckiest. Guy. Ever.

  Tossing a baseball in my hand, I stand next to Jack, watching the teams warm up from behind home plate.

  “So, you and Dakota… are you two a thing now? Because I feel like I should warn you, being in a relationship your rookie year will be hard. Especially if she’s planning to go back to Arizona at the end of the summer.”

  “We’re just having some fun,” I say. “We’re friends. She’s cool.”

  He doesn’t look like he believes me, but I don’t need him to. I know no matter what, Dakota and I will be cool. We have to be. I can’t imagine any scenario where we end on bad terms. I’d do anything for her.

  Throwing out the first pitch is wild. I manage to get it over the plate, but I’d say about half the crowd isn’t even paying attention. They’re getting beer and hot dogs, finding seats, and anxiously waiting for the game to start. But as I wave to polite applause, I can see Dakota standing, hands up to her mouth, screaming for me like I just hit a grand slam.

  I can’t wait to sit down beside her and watch the game, almost like we’re on an actual date, but the media are waiting for pictures and sound bites, then there’s a lot of hand shaking.

  When Jack and I finally make it to our seats, it’s already the bottom of the second inning.

  Dakota stands, hesitates, and then hugs me. “That was amazing.”

  “Thanks. I didn’t want to embarrass my girl.”

  She looks at Jack like he might be listening in on our every word. We take our seats, Dakota sitting between Jack and me. The game is good, the beer is cold, and the three of us have a good time cheering and chatting.

  It’s more difficult than I imagined keeping my hands off her. I keep finding myself absently reaching for her or wanting to lean over and kiss her. I’m gonna go crazy before the end of this game. I stand. “I need another beer. Does anyone else want anything?”

  “I’m good.” Dakota lifts her mostly full cup.

  Jack tips up his head. “I’ll take another.”

  I wander around the lower deck, scoping out merchandise. I grab some souvenirs for Dakota and then the beers.

  I’m walking back to our seats between innings. The kiss cam is going, and I slow my steps to watch the monitor. They stop on an older couple in matching Twins jerseys. The husband plants a big ole kiss on his wife, hands on her cheeks, not letting her go until the stadium erupts in cheers.

  Old people still hot for each other? Yeah, I want a little of that. I pull my gaze from the screen to Dakota. She’s watching the old couple like I was, with a big smile on her gorgeous face. I have a flash of Dakota and me with gray hair still unable to keep our hands to ourselves, and my ches
t tightens.

  I slide into my chair and lean forward to deposit everything on the ground.

  Dakota squeaks beside me. I sit tall, beers in hand, ready to hand Jack his, but the look on my girl’s face stops me short.

  “Wha—?” I don’t even get the question out of my mouth when I spot Dakota and Jack on the kiss cam screen.

  She ducks her head and blushes, which only makes the announcer and crowd more determined. Jack wears an amused smirk, arm casually resting on the armrest between them. They look great together. Well, she looks great. She could carry any guy to couple goals.

  Dakota manages a side-glance at me as the people around us chant, Kiss! Kiss!

  I don’t have a lot of options. I could push Jack out of the way and kiss her myself in front of all these people or drag her all caveman-like out of the stadium. I doubt Dakota would like either of those options.

  I’m frozen watching the two of them, just like everyone else. Finally, Jack leans over, puts a hand on her face, shielding most of her from the camera, and brings his mouth to hers.

  Every cell in my body pulses with waves of anger and frustration at the roaring applause as their kiss is captured on the big screen for everyone to see. No. Just… fucking no.

  Her lips are wet and shiny, and her face has that just-kissed flush. The only time she should look like that is after I kiss her.

  Goddammit. I should have pushed Jack the fuck out of the way.

  29

  Dakota

  Maverick and I leave before the game is over. We all took an Uber together on the way here, but Jack said he was going to stay and get his own ride back. Really, I think he’s graciously bowing out after the kiss-cam fiasco.

  Once we’re away from the stadium, Johnny pulls me over into the middle of the back seat so that I’m sitting next to him. “Gonna have to keep you glued to my side from now on.”

  He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and drops his mouth to mine. No warm-up, no tenderness. His kiss is hard and demanding, and I am here for it. Sitting next to him all night and not being able to touch him was frustrating. A lot more frustrating than I thought it would be. Years I’ve hung out with him and not thought about kissing him, and now I can’t do it for five minutes without wanting to jump him.

  “Did you like it when he kissed you?” He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth while I shake my head.

  Jack and I barely kissed. His lips brushed mine like a whisper. But even from that soft touch, I know kissing Jack, really kissing Jack, wouldn’t feel like this.

  “You looked good kissing him, and I didn’t like it. You’re mine. If you want to kiss another guy, it’s on my terms.”

  “Like a threesome?” I ask as his lips skim down my neck. Liquid heat pools in my lower belly at the idea.

  “Mhmm,” he murmurs against my collarbone. “Whatever you want as long as I’m a part of it. I don’t want to miss out on a single kiss or orgasm.”

  The Uber driver stops at the curb outside of the apartment complex. Johnny thanks him, and we step out onto the sidewalk in front of the arena. It’s quiet on the street in front of our building, but up ahead, I can see people walking to and from the bars and restaurants.

  My arms are full. Between the things the Twins gave us and all the extra stuff Maverick insisted on buying me, I’m flush with merch.

  Inside the elevator, he pins me against the wall and keeps showing me just how much he wants me.

  “I’m so hard thinking about you in a threesome.”

  I can feel just how hard. “I don’t think I could go through with a threesome.”

  “But you like the idea, I can tell.”

  I do, but not for the reason he thinks.

  I lean forward, stopping when my lips hover near his. “Right now, I like any idea that includes sex with you.”

  He stills, face searching mine. “You mean…”

  I close the distance and place a kiss on his lips, then softly whisper, “Fuck me, Johnny.”

  He says nothing for too long, and I think maybe he’s going to tell me no. The elevator dings, and the doors open on the eleventh. The doors start to close, and he’s still staring at me, unblinking.

  “We don’t have—”

  “Fuck yes!” He hauls me out of the elevator and to the apartment.

  “I think I dropped a foam finger back there,” I say, giggling as he shuts us inside.

  “I’ll buy you five more.” He takes everything else from me and drops it all to the floor, then scoops me up, tosses me over his shoulder, and heads for his bedroom. He smacks my ass. “It’s go time, Kota.”

  I’m laughing when he lays me down, but then he begins undressing me, and everything shifts. He starts at my shoes, kissing my calves and knees as he does it, then working his way up. He’s slow and deliberate, dropping more kisses and murmuring how gorgeous I am and reminding me I’m his over and over again.

  As if I would be anyone else’s. Not when this is an option. I’d trade away everything else for another few weeks just like this. Summer is blazing by, and I am through denying myself anything.

  My heart rate skips as he covers me, adoring every inch of skin. By the time his lips skim over the heated skin at the apex of my thighs, I’m trembling. His big shoulders push between my legs. He hooks an arm around one and brings his mouth down, kissing me softly on the mound of my pussy. He groans, the sound vibrating against my sensitive flesh.

  “Johnny,” I whine. I need more, and I need it now.

  “Patience, slam piece.” He chuckles, and his tone softens. He runs a finger along my swollen slit. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Tell me what you want.”

  “You. Just you.” The honest admission slips from my lips. “And, uh, shirt off, obviously.”

  He leans back on his knees and pulls the jersey over his head. He really does have a great body.

  “Better?”

  “Keep going?” I stare at the bulge in his jeans.

  He shakes his head side to side. “Uh-uh. Not yet. I need to make sure you’re ready for me.”

  I feel pretty damn ready, but before I can voice it, his mouth covers my pussy, and I can’t form words. He licks and nips while dragging the pad of his thumb over my clit at a slow, torturous pace.

  I grip his shoulders, digging my fingernails into his skin until I’m certain he will have tiny crescent moons indented on his flesh.

  “That’s it, baby.” He tightens his grip on me, latching on as my orgasm rocks through me.

  I’ve barely melted into the mattress when he places a kiss at my belly button and says, “Turn over.”

  I comply, boneless and satiated but excited for more. I can hear him undressing behind me. I glance over my shoulder, slightly turning so I can appreciate the view. He catches my gaze as he stands at the end of the bed naked, stroking his dick.

  “I thought I told you to turn over,” he says with a sexy smirk.

  “The view is better this way.”

  “You’ve been staring at the one-eyed monster for weeks, baby.”

  “I don’t want to miss any of this,” I say.

  He gives my ass a smack that’s just above playful and places a kiss on the same spot. “On your stomach. You’re not ready for me yet.”

  I am, but I fall back to my stomach anyway. His body covers mine. He runs a hand down my ponytail and then wraps his hand around it until my scalp pricks. He kisses my neck and down my spine.

  He’s a heady mixture of playful and bossy. Commanding me to get on all fours one minute and the next blowing raspberries on my ass.

  He gives me another smack and then slides his hand between my legs. I’m slick, and his fingers glide easily through my folds.

  My shoulders sag as the next orgasm builds.

  “Johnny,” I whine as his hand disappears. I’m so close.

  His laughter caresses my skin. “What, baby?”

  “You know what.” I push my hips back until his dick pokes my ass.

  He groans and
bites my neck, then kisses it. Playful and bossy. “I need another orgasm out of you before I know you’re serious.”

  “What?” I’m deciphering his meaning as he rolls us, so he’s on his back, and I’m straddling him.

  “Ride my face, baby.” He wriggles down and smacks my ass to get me into position. My muscles clench as I lower onto his eager mouth. I hold still, letting him lick and suck.

  “I said ride my face, baby. You want my dick? Show me what you’re going to do with it.”

  My face flames, but I roll my hips and rub myself on his mouth. My second orgasm hits with barely any warning. Johnny holds my ass in his palms as he sucks hard on my clit while I ride it out.

  I cry his name as I slump against the headboard.

  “Fuck, that was hot,” he says as I lift my leg to fall onto the bed beside him.

  “Fuck hot?” I ask, trying to catch my breath.

  “Everything about you is fuck hot. Are you sure you want to do this? I can get you off about a thousand more ways with my hands or mouth.”

  “The MacGyver of orgasms,” I joke. “I’m ready.”

  He reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom. I lean forward and place a kiss on the head of his dick before he can cover himself. His head falls back, eyes closed. One hand caresses my face and then tangles in my hair, bringing me down on him until he hits the back of my throat. Tears prick my eyes, and he lets go, stealing my hair tie from my ponytail and letting my hair spill free.

  “On the bed. Hands above your head.”

  He finishes covering himself with the condom and then loops the tie around my wrists, keeping them together over my head, resting on the mattress. He frames my face in his big hands, kissing me deeply as the head of his cock nudges my entrance. He rests his forehead on mine as he slides inside.

  “Fuck, Kota. You’re so goddamn tight and perfect and fucking mine.” He growls the last part as he pounds into me, finally hitting the spot deep inside of me that’s been aching for him.