Romance: Close Encounters Boxed Set Books 1 thru 6 ( New Adult and College Series Books 1 thru 6) (18 page)

TWELVE

~JASON~

“You always smell so good, so deliciously sexy,” I growl and then pick her up and she lets out a squeal as I carry her to the bed and toss her down. I walk to close the bedroom door and lock it. She stands up next to the bed so I can unzip her, and I slide her dress down and she lets it pool on the floor as she steps out of it. I grab her from behind and pull her against me and my hand dips down into her red lace panties.

“You’re already so wet for me,” I say, fingering her sweet bud making her even wetter.  She places her hand on mine, and lets out a moan of pleasure.  She turns to face me. My God, she’s got the most perfect tits I’ve ever laid eyes on. My hands squeeze and caress them as I watch her unbutton my shirt. She has a look of pure lust on her face, lips parted just so and I can see her chest heaving with each breath. I remove my bow tie and quickly shed myself of my pants.

“Lay down,” I command softly as I go to rummage around in my overnight bag for condoms. Yes I say plural, because this may be a long night of pleasure, at least that’s what I’m hoping.

I cover her with my body as my lips crash down onto hers in a searing kiss that she deepens. Our tongues dance and I’m dying to taste all of her. I begin to trail kisses down her sinful body so I can suck on her nipples and taste those enticing breasts of hers. She’s moaning and writhing like she can’t wait and she reaches down and wraps her warm, soft hand around my shaft stroking up and down. I need to taste more of her, I’m usually not a big fan of going down on a girl, but Clarissa is different. I want to consume all of her, and know every part of her delicious body intimately. I slide off the sexy red lace panties she’s wearing and I spread her legs wide and suck on the swollen bud buried in her wet folds. She lets out a gasp of desire as she quivers slightly with each lick and suck.

“Jason,” she says breathlessly. She calling me up to her, she’s ready and willing, finally.

“You ready for me babe?” I say, crawling up to her face. I look into her beautiful brown eyes that flutter open for me.

“Yes, so ready,” she says with a look of wanton desire that warms me to my core. I reach up by the pillow and grab a foil wrapper and tear it open and sheath myself. Clarissa wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me in. I slide into her and she feels like velvet wrapped me. I slowly ease in and out, in and out to prolong the pleasure as long as possible.

“You feel so amazing wrapped around me babe, God,” I groan out. She just lets out the softest, sexiest pants of pleasure and it drives me nuts. I watch her breasts jiggle with each thrust into her and it’s such a turn on. She’s grinding hard, matching my rhythm.

“I want to ride you,” she says, penetrating me with her eyes. I pull out and roll onto my back.  She presses her soft palms onto my chest and sits up on my shaft. Her long hair sweeps across my chest with every rock of her hips. She grinds her nub down hard on me with each swivel of her hips. She’s good at this, and so damn sexy, as I watch her throw her head back and get lost in the pleasure of our bodies joined so intimately. The way she slides down on me and rocks her hips is almost too much for me, I want to make this last a little longer.

“Oh God Clarissa, stop,” I grunt, holding her hips still for a moment before I blow my load too soon. She looks down at me with a wicked little smile.

“What’s wrong Mr. Bancroft, am I too much for you?”

“Yes,” I growl back at her as I maneuver her onto her back so I can pound her into oblivion and wipe that smile off her pretty little face. I start to pump into her fast and hard. With each thrust of my hips she lets out a moan and a sigh until I release deep inside her and she starts clenching around me, milking me dry.

“Oh. My. God.” I whisper into her hair as I collapse onto her. She wraps her arms around me and strokes my back.

“A mind-blowing session Mr. Bancroft,” she murmurs and I can hear the smile in her voice. I just continue laying on her, crushing her, but she doesn’t say a word as we bask in the afterglow of pure satisfaction.

“We better get dressed and head back to the ballroom,” I say, kissing her on the nose as I pull out and climb off her luscious naked body.

“Do you think we smell like sex, will people notice?” Clarissa asks as I see her dabbing on more perfume.

“You keep talking like that you naughty girl and we won’t make it back to the ballroom,” I say, pulling her to me kissing her one more time before we go back to the formal.

*****

We’re packing up to leave the next morning in our room and I’m standing by the bed putting things in my suitcase when I hear Clarissa’s phone bing. It’s lying face up on the bed next to me and I can’t help glancing down at the screen and this is what I see.

Grant: Come over today.

My heart stops. Is this her secret lover? Has she still been seeing him, is she still sleeping with him and now me? She’s walks into the bedroom and sees the look on my face and her phone in my hand.

“What is it Jason?” she asks, walking up to me and taking her phone from my hand. After she reads the text message blaring on her screen, she just stands there mute and looks guilty as hell.

“Is that from your secret lover?” I ask afraid of what her answer will be. She pauses for a moment, like she’s thinking of whether she will tell the truth or give me some story.

“Yes,” she says softly. Fuck, I give her no reaction and walk into the bathroom to finish getting my things to pack up. She’s close at my heels.

“Jason, I’m not going,” she says.

“I thought you ended it with him. Have you been seeing him and…” I can’t even finish my sentence. I rake my hands through my hair and let out a painful sigh.

“I did end it with him and I have not…” she says in a rush before stopping mid-sentence.

“Good, because I won’t share you. I want you to be my girlfriend, exclusive. Just so you know, I’ve never asked a girl to be my girlfriend,” I walk towards her and take her beautiful face in my hands. She covers my hands with hers and she smiles her sweet smile upon me as if to say yes before I take her lips in a tender kiss.

THIRTEEN

~DEENA~

“The sixty day time limit is fast approaching girls, so I hope you are hard at work racking up those
Close Encounters.”
I sing out encouragingly.
They all groan out, “I know, I know”.

“I’m out,” Clarissa says boldly.

“What do you mean you’re out,” I ask incredulously.

“I’ve had two different
Close Encounters
and I don’t plan on having one with anyone different at this point so I’m out. I’ve resigned myself to cleaning duty for the next three months,” Clarissa explains.

“You’ll have help Clarissa, I’m out too,” Lexi chimes in.

“You guys are kidding me right?” I ask.

“No,” Lexi and Clarissa say in unison.

“Well, I have to have one more before the week is up and I intend to,” I say, and Clarissa just rolls her eyes, like she doesn’t believe me. She thinks I’m attached to Ken and won’t go through with it.

“I’ll weigh in at the end of the sixty days,” is all Kara says. I’m not sure about her and Jake.

Clarissa’s cell phone starts ringing and she answers it as she walks into our bedroom and closes the door.

FOURTEEN

~CLARISSA~

Grant calls me on my cell phone and I need privacy for this call so I go into my room and close the door.

“Clarissa, I don’t care what you do during the week, save Sundays for me. I still want to see you,” Grant says.

“Grant, please don’t tempt me,” I sigh out softly.

“Why, you tempt me every single day I see you in class?”

“I know it’s hard,” I reply.

“It’s killing me,” he says in a whisper.

“I need to go,” I say dejectedly.

“Think about it,” he says sadly.

I can’t believe Grant won’t let this go. I’m surprised actually.  Then when Jason saw that text from him I panicked. Let’s say he puts two and two together when Grant’s name flashed across the screen? Thank god it didn’t say Montgomery or we would be in big trouble.  I’m still not sure we’re safe from being discovered. Grant needs to end all contact with me.

Thankfully, Jason seems to have forgotten about that text he saw from Grant and hasn’t made the connection between Professor Grant Montgomery and me. Hopefully, he never will.

Seeing Grant every day in class has been awkward to say the least. It’s become a painful daily reminder of what could’ve been. Then to have Jason, my new lover, sitting next to me must make it hard for my Professor. I can see it in his eyes sometimes on the few occasions I’ve dared to make eye contact with him. But I remind myself that with his looks, he will have no trouble moving onto some other girl who’s ready and willing to fill my shoes.

FIFTEEN

~GRANT~

When Clarissa and Bancroft both didn’t show up for class the day after the concert, I knew it wasn’t a good sign. Then I see them all cozy, laughing and having a good time at lunch, I couldn’t stop myself from approaching them.

The voice inside my head told me I should cut it off with her, end it, but the irreparable damage to my heart has been done already. When I knew she was still going to come and see me on Friday, on impulse I wanted another special weekend in Montecito with her alone. I didn’t know how much longer I would have with her, to be with her, to touch her. So I decided to whisk her away from campus, hoping it would be enough for her to forget him and remember how good we are together. We had an amazing weekend. I could have stayed in bed all day and night making love to her. But once we got back to town something shifted in her, she became emotionally distant. Then when I asked her to come over on Monday night, she hesitated and wanted to meet for lunch the next day instead. We never meet for lunch, only that first time when I propositioned her.

Now, here we are again, and the moment she shows up and our eyes meet, I feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. All the air drains from my lungs.

“Clarissa, don’t do this,” I plead and I don’t like the sound of my voice, the pleading quality to it. Get a hold of yourself man. I don’t want this to end, not yet. Clarissa is on the verge of tears, if it’s so hard for her then why is she doing this to us? I know why, but I refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Come to my car,” I say. If I can get her home, maybe I can convince her not to do this. Then she tells me the painful truth, what I knew all along, she wants Bancroft. I already knew the kid wanted her. Somehow he has managed to woo her away from me, couldn’t be that hard when you’re a Bancroft. Money talks, bull shit walks, Montgomery, face it. Not many can compete with his money and the lifestyle he could give a girl.

Seeing her every day in class with him hasn’t been easy. It’s a painful reminder that I won’t have her in my bed again and it kills me. As much as I hate to admit it, I got attached to her, very attached and I wasn’t supposed to. I can tell she’s still torn by the way I catch her looking at me in class once in a while. This is why I took a chance last weekend, to see if I could catch her at a weak moment. I asked her to come over, but she refused. Probably best for her that she did and probably best for me that she did. I have to shake these feelings I still have for her. I need a distraction. A female distraction, someone else to warm my bed at night, but I will never make the mistake of sleeping with one of my students again.

Holding Clarissa in my arms was playing with fire, and I got burned.

SIXTEEN

~KARA~

I’m a little embarrassed to admit that Jake and I have been going at it like two animals in heat, twice a day sometimes! I don’t have the time or energy to have a
Close Encounter
with anyone else, even if I wanted to.

Lexi seems pretty happy with Troy. They seem to have a good thing going and I’m genuinely happy for my roomie because she is such a sweetheart, she deserves a guy who treats her right.

Clarissa has finally given up her secret lover, although I can tell it wasn’t easy for her. He hasn’t made it easy for her. I think he’s been texting and calling her. She seems happy with Jason. What girl wouldn’t be? He’s all in with her. She is a very, very lucky girl. Honestly, we’re all a little jealous.

Now Deena, I don’t know about Deena. She hangs out with Ken a lot. She claims it’s only a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship, but I can see both of them are denying that they want more from each other. They like and care about each other, but Deena gets so much attention from all of the guys now that she is a Song Girl, I suppose she wants to leave her options open. I get that.

Then there’s Jake and I. All I can say is,
Wow
. I’m blown away every day by what a sweetheart he is, really. Underneath that bad boy image he tries to pull off, he’s a sensitive guy who actually wants a relationship with me. I’m good with that for the time being, but I’m trying to be careful and not let my heart get involved. Deena, Clarissa, Lexi and I are all sitting in the living room watching TV tonight.

“Hey, do you want to have our men over this weekend and make them dinner?” Clarissa asks.

“That’s a great idea,” Lexi replies.

“Then let’s hit Club Zero afterwards, it’s the coolest club in town. Ken and I went a few weekends ago,” Deena chimes in.

“Great idea, I’m in the mood for dancing. I’m always in the mood for dancing,” Clarissa says with a big smile.

“What should we make for the guys?” Lexi asks.

“How about Lasagna? That’s fairly easy,” Clarissa says.

“I can’t cook, but I can make a salad,” I offer because I have zero cooking skills.