Leah Mitchell isn't the same shy, poor girl anymore. Now a college student, she is enjoying her life in the city and the freedom she longed for. She works hard and knows her worth. She has it all, but her heart aches for the only person from her pas...
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Leah's fingers thread through the mess of my dark hair as I rotate my hips, looking for the angle she likes.
Her eyes peer into mine, and her pink lips part, begging to be kissed.
"Like this?" I whisper against her mouth, moving faster.
A small moan tells me she does, indeed, like what I'm doing. I doubt it can compare to how much I enjoy making love to her.
Leah's legs wrap around me. She closes her eyes and pulls my face to hers. Mouths joined in a deep, desperate kiss, we move together, consumed by each other.
She finishes first, gasping into my mouth, tugging at my hair as she lets go.
A groan pushes past my lips. I collapse on top of her, panting.
"Good morning," I say into Kitten's neck, pressing wet kisses to the tender skin.
"Hey." She beams at me.
I lift my body so that my weight is on my forearms and not on Kitten and move a strand of her hair out of her eyes. "You okay?"
She nods, but the frown that flits across her flushed face tells me otherwise.
"Wait." I peck Kitten's lips and slide out of her, wishing I didn't have to.
After popping into the bathroom, I'm back under the covers with Leah in my arms.
"Does anything bother you?" I ask.
Leah shakes her head and hooks an arm around my neck, pulling my body flush to hers.
I trace patterns on the skin on her back and kiss her forehead.
"Do you think we were loud?" Kitten asks, proving me right. She was worried, perhaps even uncomfortable.
"Bast is a heavy sleeper," I say. "It's barely seven a.m."
"Okay, but were we?"
I slide my hand down to Kitten's cute ass and squeeze it. "You're my girl, and this is my place as much as it is his. Even if he'd heard something, I believe he would've been cool with it."
Bast isn't a bad guy, and he sure as hell is a good roommate, but Leah didn't have enough time to get to know him. Other than that time at the bar and seeing him when she came to spend the night with me, there weren't many opportunities for them to talk.
"I guess," Leah says, but there's little to no conviction in her tone.
"We weren't loud, baby, okay?" I tell her. It's not a lie. I held back, and so did Kitten. A part of me wishes we didn't have to. It was definitely easier back at my parents' place, where we were almost always alone.
"Okay." Leah smiles and flattens a palm on my chest, making me lie on my back. I pull her to me, but she straddles me instead.
