Would You Rather: A College Romance (Campus Games Book 3)
Would You Rather (Campus Games Book 3): Chapter 30

First date… kinda

“You cheated.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “I did not.”

His eyes are on the road as we drive. I glance outside, wondering where the hell he’s taking me since there’s nothing around us. He hasn’t told me where we’re going yet because that was part of the deal. If he got more likes on a post than me, he would have a whole day where he had control of me without me planning it in my planner.

And he won.

“I don’t understand how you won.”

He smirks, lifting a shoulder. “The picture I posted was of you. Sounds about right that it would get more likes.”

I cross my arms, my lips lifting with a smile from his words, but I’m still pissed. “Question number sixteen. Where are we going?”

He lets out a chuckle. “That’s not how this works. The deal was I’m in control. Just trust me, and relax, princesa.”

The nickname makes me shiver, and I smile, attempting to hide it. “So you’re really not telling me what we’re doing?”

A smirk appears on his lips as he glances at me. “Legs up,” he tells me, patting his thigh. I lift my feet and lay my legs on his lap. “You’re getting the princess treatment today.”

I press my lips together to stop the grin from sprouting. “I honestly thought I’d win. I was looking forward to having you do anything I say for a whole day.”

He laughs, holding the steering wheel with one hand and running the other over my legs. “You don’t need a bet to make that happen.”

God, he just says the sweetest things. “Can you drive like this?” I ask him when he moves his hand to the gear stick.

“Baby, all you have to do is relax and let me take care of you. The rest I’ll figure out.” He goes back to stroking my leg, making my body break out into shivers at the feel of him.

“Question number seventeen.”

“You’re feeling inquisitive today,” he says with a smile.

“Where did you learn how to drive stick?” I ask him, admiring how he’s maneuvering the car, even with my legs in the way.

“James, actually,” he says.

“Really?”

He nods. “He was always the daredevil between the two of us. He craved adrenaline and danger.” Lucas lets out a laugh. “His dad actually taught him how to drive, only around the block, but James was addicted, even after his dad uh…”

I press my lips together, knowing it must pain him to talk about since he lost his dad around the same time. “It must have been hard to see him go through that.”

“Yeah.” He blows out a breath. “It fucking sucked. But it looks like he’s getting better. I just hope everything keeps going well.”

His expression dims, and I miss his smile, so I wiggle my feet in his lap and ask, “So, are you taking me on a date?”

His grin is back as he shakes his head. “You really hate not being in control, don’t you?”

My cheeks heat as I stare up at him. “Not always.” He catches on immediately, letting out a grunt. I love losing control in the bedroom. Letting him take over my body.

“Well, we haven’t exactly had a first date yet,” he says.

“Not true.” He turns to look at me with furrowed brows, and I explain. “I mean, we went to the park, we had a photoshoot, and that gala, you can’t forget that.”

He laughs. “I’ll never forget that,” he says, glancing at me for a second before he turns his attention to the road. “But no, those were all things Ana set up,” he says. “I want to be able to plan this one, make sure no one is around. Only you and I. So that I can kiss you whenever I want to, touch you wherever I want to, and be able to take you right there when your eyes burn with lust for me.”

My lips part, and I have no doubt that if he looked at me, he’d see the lust he’s explaining in my eyes right now.

He chuckles. “It might not have been a date I planned and set up, but I wanted it to be. I wanted you to see I wanted you for real, not part of a fake arrangement.” The car comes to a stop, and I glance out of the window. “But I want to remedy that,” he says. In my line of sight is a hot air balloon with a guy holding a bouquet of roses, and a bottle of champagne, and two flutes.

I don’t even realize Lucas has left the car, when he appears at my side, opening the door and holding out his hand. I place my hand in his and step out, unable to stop my mouth from dropping. “Lucas,” I gasp at the sight.

His fingers intertwine with mine as he walks us up to the private hot-air balloon ride. “Are you ready to go?” he asks.

I can’t even nod. I’m completely speechless as he picks me up and places me inside, hopping in a second later. His hands cup my face, and he leans down to kiss me. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Mads. I want to show you how grateful I am to have you in my life, in my arms.” He places a kiss on my forehead before he pulls back. “In my heart.”

The safety operator hands us a champagne flute, allowing us to drink while he explains the procedure. My eyes drop to the bouquet of roses inside the basket, admiring how big and beautiful the roses are. Honestly, I might have been jealous once or twice whenever Rosie received flowers from Grayson. I don’t think I had ever received flowers before today, and I never thought I would.

Once we’re in the sky, the view is utterly mind-blowing. It’s completely picture-perfect, looking like something straight out of a painting. Golden fields, bathed in the warm sun, A river in the distance, glimmering from the approaching sunset. It’s so peaceful up here with Lucas’ arms wrapped around my waist and his lips pressed against my shoulder.

I turn to Lucas, my heartwarming. “It’s so beautiful,” I whisper with a shake of my head.

His unwavering gaze remains on me as he replies, “Yeah. It is.” His smile makes my insides complete mush when he reaches out and brushes my hair behind my ear, leaning down to press his lips to mine.

I don’t even pay attention to the safety operator inside the basket with us. In this moment, it’s just me and Lucas. No one else. I wrap my arms around his neck and return his kiss, getting lost in the moment. But when a drop of rain hits my head, I wince, pulling back. “No.”

Lucas squints, looking up as more drops of rainfall. “Fuck,” he curses. “I checked the weather. Twice.”

“It seems we’re in for some unexpected rain,” the safety operator says. “And it doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon.”

“Is everything okay?” Lucas asks.

“We’re going to have to start preparing for a landing,” he replies. “Hot air balloons are safest when it’s dry, but don’t worry. I’m experienced in handling situations like these.”

When Lucas turns to face me, I can only imagine what he sees. My hair curls up, drenched from the rain. He glances down at me, his brows knotted. “I’m so sorry, princesa,” he says, as rain starts falling harder now. “If it’s any consolation, you still look fucking perfect,” he whispers with a smile on his lips. “You always do.”

No one looks good in the rain, but the way he’s looking at me has me believing the opposite. It isn’t long until we’re on the ground, and once we land, he picks me up in his arms, hops out of the basket, and runs toward the car.

He drops me to my feet and opens the door. “Holy fuck,” I breathe out when we get inside. “I have never been wetter.”

Lucas chuckles, his eyebrows lifting. “Are you sure about that?” he asks with a grin.

I let out a sigh. “We left the roses in the basket,” I say with a frown.

“I’ll buy you more. A hundred, a thousand even,” he says, tugging on my arm. “Come here, baby. I’ll make it up to you.”

I climb on his lap, straddling his lap while he strips off my shirt. “What are you doing?” I ask, gasping when he grabs my breast with his hand and wraps his lips around my hard nipples, his warm mouth heating my body.

A little moan escapes him, and he glances up at me. “I’m not driving in the rain,” he says, and my lips part when I realize he remembers what I told him about my sister. “So the least I can do is make up for this date.”

My eyes start to tear up, and I shake my head, not knowing what to say, but the words are replaced with a gasp when he takes me in his mouth again. “There’s nothing to make up for,” I breathe out, my head feeling light-headed. Fuck, he’s so good at that. “That was the best date I have ever been on. Hands down.” The only date, technically, but I don’t mention that to him.

He pulls back and wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me down until our lips meet in a soft kiss. “I’m glad to hear that,” he says with a smile. “Now let me make it better by taking care of this pussy like I’m dying to, okay?”

I nod, happily taking that offer.

He gives me a grin as he reaches back and grips the back collar of his shorts, sliding it over his head in one fluid motion before throwing it into the back seat. The hard, sculpted contours of his chest and abs glisten from the rain as I run my hands over him. My mouth waters. Would it be ridiculous to run my tongue over it?

“I’m so happy I met you,” Lucas says, unbuckling his jeans. I sit back on his thighs, pulling it off him until he’s bare beneath me.

“Even though you couldn’t stand me?” I ask, peeling down my black mini-skirt.

He groans when his fingers brush against my clit over my panties. “That just makes a good story to tell our kids.”

His words make me freeze as I glance at him. “We’re having kids?”

He smirks. “If you want them,” he says. “Whatever it is you want, I want it too. I’m afraid I’m never letting you go now.” He tugs my panties off and drags me back into his lap. “Aren’t you glad we’re in the middle of nowhere?” he asks before kissing me.

I moan into his mouth. So fucking glad.

I reach down to grab his cock in my hand and start stroking it. He lets out a groan, tipping his head back. “Question number eighteen. Did you think of me?” I ask him. “Before we got together.” I wipe a thumb over his tip, making my question clear.

“Every day,” he breathes out.

“Really?”

He nods, groaning when I lick my palm before stroking him again. “It was agony being around you when you didn’t even like me when I thought I didn’t like you,” he admits, his jaw clenching. “You didn’t even want me to touch you, and I love touching you,” he says, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “I love feeling your skin on mine, love feeling you shiver whenever I do this.” His fingers trail up my arm painfully slow making goosebumps pop on the surface. “Mmm.” He smiles. “Just like that.”

His hand travels down my stomach, going lower and lower until the tip of his finger brushes against my clit. I move my hips closer to him, and he lets out a deep groan. “Fuck, you’re drenched.” His finger keeps rubbing slow circles, making my head lull back. “Jesus,” he groans. “Look at you, Madeline. You’re so fucking perfect.”

I bite my lip to control my noise, grinding against his hand.

“Don’t,” he says, making my eyes snap to him. “I want your noise. I like when you talk, love when you moan. Let me hear you, Mads.” His fingers speed up, pressing a little harder, bringing out a cross between a gasp and a whimper from me. “Every dirty noise, every gasp. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

“So good,” I cry out, grinding against his hand.

He pulls his hand away, making my eyes round at the loss. But then he leans back and grips his cock in his hand. “Show me, princesa. Ride my cock like the good girl you are.”

I let out a whimper, shuffling closer to him and lifting onto my knees, positioning myself just above him.

His lips replace their way to my neck, kissing and nibbling. “Put me inside you,” he whispers, replacing his hand with mine on his cock. “I’m dying to feel you, baby.”

His hands fly to my hips, helping me take him inside of me. He’s so big, and I’m still not used to his size, so it takes a while until I’m seated all the way on his cock, hearing him whisper words of praise and cursing under his breath.

I blow out a breath, which turns into a moan when he thrusts up, fucking me from below. “You feel so good,” I moan into the crook of his neck. “You’re so deep this way.”

He groans when I lift myself up before slamming back down. “God, Madeline. You’re doing so fucking good.” He thrusts deep inside me, making my head lull back. “So warm.” Another thrust. “So fucking tight.” He groans, cupping the back of my neck to bring my lips to his.

“Yes,” I cry out. “Fuck. Lucas, please, don’t stop. Please.”

“You don’t have to beg, baby,” he says, bringing our foreheads together while he thrusts into me. “Anything you want is yours. You want my soul? My heart? Take it. It’s yours. I don’t want it back.”

I throw my head back at his words, and he fucks into me harder, deeper. “I’m right there. I’m so close.”

“Mmm,” he moans. “I can feel it. Come for me, Mads. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

I get lost in the pleasure, gripping his shoulders while I fuck myself on his cock until a rush of pleasure rolls into me and pulls me over. I fall into him, and I can tell he’s close by the way his breathing accelerates and his movements speed up.

It isn’t long until he groans and pulls out of me, stroking his cock until he spills over his stomach. The sight is so fucking hot. I can feel my nipples tighten and my pussy flutter. “Fuck,” he groans, staring up at me, his hard breaths coming out jagged.

“Can we do that again?” The rain has settled now, only a light drizzle hitting the windshield, but I don’t want to end this date just yet. I want to spend as long as I can with him.

He lets out a laugh and captures my lips with his. “For as long as you’ll have me,” he replies, his dick hardening below me. I get lost in him, in how he makes me feel, in the person I am with him, and there’s no doubt in my mind that I’m in love with Lucas.