His Promise (The BFF Pact Book 4)

Why didn’t she wake me up before she left?

Why do I even care?

I can’t keep lying to myself. I know why. We’d spent an amazing weekend together, getting to know one another in and out of bed. Maci is everything I’d never dared hope for. She’s sexy and smart, driven and determined. At some point over the weekend, I’d made up my mind that Maci was mine—I wasn’t letting her go. But then she left before I had the chance to tell her how I felt, taking all her things with her. It’s like she’d never been there, and the thought hurt me more than I thought possible.

Then I’d found her planner kicked halfway under the couch.

I’d opened it to see if she had her course schedule written down, hoping I’d be able to find her later. What I’d found instead was a list of goals, mostly innocent things like studying in the evenings and exercising. But one goal on her list stuck out from the rest. Losing her virginity.

Was that what our weekend had been about for her? Completing some goal for her freshman year?

The thought had me seeing red. Hours later, when I’d walked into the lecture hall and locked eyes on Maci, I’d still been furious, but the sight of her soothed an itch in me that I hadn’t realized I’d been feeling.

Then she’d run away from me.

It’s been a long time since I thought about trying to date someone, since normally I’m consumed with my schoolwork and busy with my jobs. Nothing is different; in fact, it’s worse. She’s a student in one of my courses. There are rules against relationships between TAs and their students, so why can’t I stop thinking about her?

I need to talk to her. No, I need to get my shit together, and get my grades up so that I can make sure my summer internship turns into a full-time job after graduation. I don’t have time for a relationship. I should be angry that she used me and distracted me.

But as angry as I am, I still can’t get her off my mind. I can still feel her soft skin, smell her apple shampoo scent, taste her pussy on my tongue. God, my cock gets hard as I sit through yet another lecture, and I’m grateful for the desk I’m hidden behind, otherwise the entire lecture hall would have a front row seat to the effect Maci has on me whenever I remember sinking into her tight, virgin hole or the way she gave everything to me.

If only she wasn’t also interesting and fun to be around. Every time one of my professors says something insightful, I want to share it with her, knowing she’ll hang on to every word. I want to tell her how difficult, but engaging, my internship is, how much I want to work for the company.

Later that afternoon, I see her in the cafeteria, as beautiful as ever in a green sundress, carrying her tray to an empty table. Normally, I just get my meal and head back to my office, but I’m not missing another chance at talking to Maci. This time, she’s going to listen.

I catch up to Maci and take her tray out of her hands, fighting back a smile at her look of shock. “Come with me,” I say.

She huffs in annoyance, but I don’t give her the chance to respond before heading for a secluded table in the far corner.

I sit down, but she stands awkwardly at the side of the table, ringing her fingers. I take her hand and tug her down next to me. It doesn’t take much, and I see a hint of a smile on her face as she sits close enough for our thighs to touch.

“What do you want to talk about?” she asks, taking a bite of her lunch and refusing to look at me.

I decide to get right to the point and pull her planner out of my bag, tossing it on the table between us. Her eyes go wide, and her gaze shoots to me. She gulps nervously, but doesn’t say a word.

“Is this all it was to you? Was I just a convenient way to shed to your V-card?” I demand, jabbing a finger against her planner.

Maci pales. “No!” she shouts loud enough to have the students closest to us turning to look. In a quieter voice, she continues, “No, that’s not at all what it was about. Gage, I-I … This weekend was everything to me. It’s true I was a virgin, and that I was thinking about losing my virginity when I made strategy for this year, but that isn’t why I slept with you. Honestly I forgot that I even set that goal. I was trying to make it less important, so that it wouldn’t distract me. But then you happened. You made me feel so good, better than I could have ever dreamed. I was with you because I wanted you.” She lowers her gaze and looks at her fingers before adding in a barely audible whisper, “I still want you.”

I take a deep breath. Her words are everything I’d been hoping to hear and more. 

I lean down to take her mouth, and her lips drop open eagerly for my tongue. Her hands slide up my chest as I wrap my fingers in the fabric of her skirt. As soon as the kiss begins, she jerks away.

Her face flames, and she swallows hard, looking everywhere but at me. “You’re my TA. We can’t.”

She tries to pull away, but I don’t let her get far. “Did you mean it?” I ask. “Do you really still want me? Do you want to be mine?”

She hesitates, and I lean forward to run my nose along her neck and whisper into her ear, “Because I still want you.”

She releases a shaky breath. “Y-yes, I want you. But we can’t, what about your grades? Your potential job wants them higher, right?”

“We can,” I tell her, pulling back to look in her eyes. “I’ll talk to Professor Jorgensen and ask her to give me a different section. As long as we reveal our relationship at the beginning of the semester, it doesn’t break any rules. And as for studying, we can hold each other accountable. You still want to study two hours a night right?”

Maci looks down at her planner and then back at me with hope in her eyes before surging forward to press her mouth to mine.

Our kiss turns heated, and the whoops and whistles of students remind us that we’re in public. Maci buries her face in my neck, clearly embarrassed. I rub her back soothingly but still as a thought occurs to me.

“Did you go to the Student Housing office this morning?”

“Yes,” she says, speaking into my neck. “They said all the dorms are full and told me to come back this afternoon, that they’d have something figured out for me.”

“Stay with me,” I blurt out without thinking. But as soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize how right they feel. I want Maci with me. Always.

She looks at me for a long moment. “You want me to live with you?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation.

A brilliant smile spreads across her face, but falls almost immediately. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”

“I know how I feel about you, Maci,” I say, taking her hands. “But if you aren’t ready, we can go to the office and see if they can find you a dorm.”

She chews her bottom lip for a moment, and the movement has my cock stirring in my pants. “No, I’ll stay with you. I want to be with you,” she finally says.

Warmth and joy spread through me, and I wrap my arms around Maci, hugging her tight. “How many more classes do you have this afternoon?”

“I’m done for the day. What about you?”

“I’m finished too, no classes or TA things for the rest of the day. What do you say we go home?”

Maci smiles shyly and nods, allowing me to pull her up and lead her from the cafeteria. The trip back to the apartment feels like it takes forever, though it’s less than twenty minutes. The moment we’re inside, I grip Maci’s waist and back her toward the bed. Her head tips back, eyes wide, as I claim her mouth. She softens against me, her fingers curling in my shirt as her tongue tangles with mine.

I step back and pull her dress over her head, running my hands down to cup her lush ass beneath her panties and spread her cheeks. “I can’t get you off my mind, Maci.” I lean close to nuzzle her neck, my rock-hard cock pulsing as she sighs. “The way your tight little virgin pussy took my cock, the way I made you scream. How wet are you right now?”

“Touch me and find out how wet you make me, Gage.”

With a groan of desire, I lift her and lay her on the bed. Once she’s on her back, grabbing for my head to push me between her thighs, I decide to tease her. Instead of ripping off her panties and plunging my tongue into her wet heat, I start slowly kissing my way down her neck. With how badly I’m shaking, it takes me a couple attempts to snap open her bra. Her ripe, round tits spring free, and my cock is screaming to be inside her tight little body, but the way she writhes and moans beneath me keeps me strong.

Each nipple gets attention before I kiss further down her smooth belly, which rises and falls as she pants for me. Her legs tremble when I make it to her panties, and I take them in my teeth, easing them down. Lifting her hips to help me, she tangles her fingers in my hair.

“Gage,” she sighs. “I’ve been thinking about this nonstop since you first …”

“Since I first licked you here,” I finish for her, laving my tongue down her slit and pushing deep inside her.

“Yes, I can’t concentrate. The things you did to me were so good.”

“I’m going to do them all again,” I promise.

She wraps her legs around my shoulders and raises to meet my hungry mouth. When she bucks against me and cries out, I know there’s no getting her out of my system. She’s the only woman I want.

I slowly move away from her swollen clit and smile up at her. “I’m going to fuck you now. I need to be inside this pussy.” I sink my fingers into her. “I need to make this body of yours mine.”

“Already is.” She grabs for my cock, and I rise to settle between her legs, looking down at her beautiful body.

“I’m the only man who’s ever been inside your sweet little pussy,” I say. I want to demand that I’ll be the only one forever, but she distracts me with a tight squeeze of her fingers, guiding me toward her slippery opening.

“You’re the only one I want,” she tells me urgently.

It knocks me for a loop, how much I need her, and I shove deep inside her tight channel, famished for the feel of her body. I’m so starved, all I can think about is coming hard with the feel of her pulsing around my cock. I fuck her fast and rough, finding her clit with my fingers.

“Come for me,” I command. “Let me feel how tight your little pussy can squeeze my cock.”

Her scream is instant, her orgasm rocking me as she bucks and digs her fingers into my shoulders. I finish off with a shout, filling her with my seed until I’m spent. I fall onto her, barely registering anything except her heat wrapped around me.

“That was intense,” she says. We untangle ourselves, and she rests against me, still breathing heavily.

I pull her closer. “I love you, Maci.”

She hides her face against my shoulder, but I can feel her smile. “I love you, too.”

“Good answer,” I say, moving to kiss her.