Hearts On Campus: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance by Flora Ferrari (uplifting books for women .txt) 📗

I dig out my laptop and bringing up the college website to check the fine print.

A word search brings up what I want to see, making me breathe a sigh of relief.

Wes is right, as usual. I read through a dozen or so clauses and sub-clauses and they all spell out the same thing.

Unless he’s a primary faculty member with a supervisory role directly, Wes can sleep with whoever he wants and vice-versa, providing its consensual and legal of course.

“Oh, it’s consensual alright,” I hear myself purring aloud, pressing my legs together again as I hear the water running from the shower.

Coffees ready, but I can’t help myself.

I creep up to the bathroom door and edge it open, steam spilling out into the hallway but I get a glimpse of what I came for.

He’s all man, that’s for sure. And I think I’ve just found my newest hobby, spying on Wes while he showers.

There’s something so hot about watching a man who thinks he’s alone in the shower.

Those huge hands, all soapy, sending jets of white foam here and there with every stroke as he washes.

I feel my chest stiffen again, and my body giving way to instant arousal.

The hot, and very wet kind that Wes draws out of me so easily.

I must make a noise, because I hear him telling me off with soap in his eyes, his huge dick bobbing out in front of him behind the shower screen.

“I can’t be held responsible for what happens if you come in here,” he warns me.

I don’t think I can either, and I remind myself about what he said. About wanting our first time to be special.

Meaning: Not on campus.

And I feel the same way, I think.

I have to. I tear myself away from the view, but only because I know it won’t be long now. I’ve decided.

I just know.

Today’s the day I’ll give myself to Wesley Heart.

Today’s the day I let him claim me as his woman.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Wesley

It takes a lot of willpower, but I manage to shower and shave without giving in to the temptation of Katelyn who’s spying on me in my own bathroom.

She can do this anytime, fine by me. But today, right now I wanna get her somewhere special.

I’m itching to get off campus and not just so we can have some real alone time either.

It must be… Well. I can’t remember the last time I took more than a few hours off in the outside world.

It’s usually a chore, and the only time I dust off my car and take it for a drive.

Today, I wish I’d had it washed and cleaned up a little, but Katelyn doesn’t seem to mind.

“It looks like a classic, is it?” she asks as I hold the door open for her.

I wouldn’t have picked her for a car enthusiast, but I’m not much of one either. I just know what I like.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” I confess, pulling out of the parking garage and making for the main gates of the campus, eager to put some miles between us and this place for a while.

“What about your computer?” she asks, sounding concerned. “Didn’t you say you had some budget thingy to take care of before Tuesday morning?”

I laugh softly to myself.

If I ever needed someone to remind me of stuff I’d choose Katelyn Webster. Hell, I wished I’d met her years ago, might’ve saved me a whole lot of time.

“I do,” I tell her in a low voice. “But I think I should be able to access that stuff from any computer, am I right?” I ask, not totally convinced until I see her nod.

“Anyway, today is about us. About you,” I remind us both, and we drive in silence for a while, until the long, tree-lined avenue leading up to the campus grounds gives way to busier streets that head towards town.

“So, what sort of car is it?” she finally asks, having waited for me to talk it up like a guy should.

“Uh… It’s a Dodge, I know that much,” I confess, showing how little I really know about cars myself. “And it needs a wash. Mind if I just run it through a carwash?”

She readily agrees, and I pulling up to the first gas station with a carwash, feed some bills into the slot and drive through as we make sure the windows are up, waiting for the machine to do all the work.

“I try to keep it clean,” I murmur, feeling the space between us, knowing we have at least a few minutes alone.

No, Wes. Save it. Learn to just be with her doing other stuff. You don’t have to have her breasts in your mouth every moment of the day.

I may not need to, but I certainly want to.

“So…” she starts to say, her eyes a bit of a question.

I know she wants to know where we’re going and to be honest I haven’t decided yet.

“We can go wherever you want,” I tell her. “I may as well tell you, I do have a place of my own, several really, but I thought we could go someplace nice. Somewhere special.”

“You have an apartment off campus too?” she asks, wide-eyed with a look of someone who’s impressed.

“It’s somewhere to stay,” I mumble. “A bit like this car though probably needs a little TLC.”

She opens her mouth to say something but changes her mind.

We’re not going anywhere just yet so I want to hear it. “What?” I ask her, “What were you gonna say?”

She shakes her head. “It’s silly, don’t worry about it,”

I give her a firm look and cock my brow. “Katelyn.”

“I was just gonna suggest we do both, but like I said that’s silly. I’ll go where you wanna go, I’m not fussy.”

“Well, I want it to be somewhere special,” I volunteer, opting for some royal treatment for my queen.

And I don’t want her to feel pressured, either. I remind her it’s as slow or as fast as she