Free Breathless 3 (Breathless #3) by Claire Adams Page A

messages flew between us; they
weren’t all crazy and sexy, but a lot of them were, and I joked to Johnny that
with the plans we’d stacked up between us — different fantasies and ideas —
we’d never manage to make it through finals, we’d be too busy getting each
other off.
    We met for lunch every day and Johnny walked me to
class every morning, catching me halfway from the dining hall to the building
and taking advantage of the fact that I always left a little early to pull me
off to the side where we could have some privacy and make out with me. I was in
a nearly-constant state of bliss, spending more time with the man I loved
without doubting him. Everyone had more or less accepted the fact that Johnny
was into me wasn’t on the market anymore. I guessed that Georgia might have let
slip the fact that he had said “I love you” to someone in the dorms. I still
got envying glances from the girls, especially when Johnny and I walked around
campus together holding hands, obviously a couple, but no one made any real,
overt moves to flirt with him while I was around.
    Earlier in the morning, Johnny had walked me to class,
giving me a last, lingering kiss when we got to the door that put me in the
perfect state of mind to daydream. Fortunately, the class I was in would be
more difficult to fail than it would be to pass. Introduction to Academic Life
was the least challenging of all of my classes, of any class I had ever taken.
The lesson of the day was about procrastination and good work habits, and while
the professor droned on about calendars and using different apps to manage our
college work load and make sure we didn’t have finals sneak up on us all at
once, I started to think about Johnny.
    My favorite little fantasy about him was taking him to
my parents’ house while they were out on vacation. We would lounge around in
the hot tub, making out, touching each other everywhere, getting really hot and
heavy, and maybe making love for a little while. Then we’d go back up to my
room again. I imagined Johnny laying me in my bed, going down on me, teasing me
the way he always did — bringing me to the edge of climaxing and then backing
off, over and over again until I was sure I would die if he didn’t let me
orgasm.
    I was just starting to get really turned on, able to
feel how wet I was becoming, to feel the heat in my cheeks and chest as I
imagined Johnny slithering up along my body to kiss me on the lips and finally
give me what I wanted, when my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I pulled
it out carefully to keep from getting caught, but instead of a text from
Johnny, it was my mom calling me. I frowned. I had been careful to tell her
about when I had classes—but of course, she didn’t even pay attention. I rolled
my eyes and pressed the button to stop the vibrating. It was probably just an
invitation for Johnny and me to come to dinner.
    As I walked over to my second class of the day, my
phone started vibrating again; once more, it was mom. I rolled my eyes and told
myself that I would deal with it later. She always managed to forget anything
about my life that wasn’t convenient to her. It vibrated two more times during
class with calls from her and by the time I was out of class for a couple of hours,
lunch and a little break before my afternoon classes, I saw that she had left a
couple of messages. I walked out to the little seating area off to the side of
the building outside and decided that whatever it was obvious she thought was
urgent; I listened to the first message. “Hey, Becky. I really need you to give
me a call back.” That was fairly standard, but Mom’s voice sounded tense. Maybe
she’d had a fight with Dad. Or maybe there was some huge catering mishap and
she needed to vent. “Becky-love,” the second one — tenser than the first —
started out. “Please give me a call back as soon as you get this. We really
need to talk. Really. We need to talk.”
    Oh
good grief, I