r e c k l e s s l y  p o s s e s s i v e
COVEY'S POV:

I get up from my spot on the bed and let out a tiny whimper. Oh my heavens, I am so tired. 

Conrad peaks his head out the door of the bathroom. "You okay?"

I rub my head, a goofy smile on my lips. "Never been better."

"Covey, you told me to make you tired, so I did," he says, walking over to me. He's not wrong. Picking me up, he adds, "Let's have a bath."

I wrap my arms around his neck, cradled to his chest. The fact he can be so rough yet so tender at the same time warms my tummy. I like that. It makes me feel safe.

He sets me down in the bath, warm water surrounding my skin and instantly relaxing me. I sigh, shutting my eyes. Then I feel his foot brush my outer thigh as he slides in behind me. Oh. Ohhhh.

This is gonna be very distracting. 

He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me to his chest. "Are you really that tired?"

"No." Yes. "Actually, no." I'm not. "Are you?" I can pull through another round. What has he done to me? This villain has corrupted me. Holy dino chicken nuggets, dang. "So yeah, are you?"

"Nopers," he replies, his husky tone sending shivers down my spine. He messages my hips in a circular pattern, my insides erupting with butterflies. "Just relaxing with you."

"Is your car gonna be okay?" I blurt out again for the millionth time. 

He grumbles. "It'll be alright. I have different ways to get around."

"Such as?" I lift an eyebrow at him even though he can't see me.

"I'll show you in the morning." He grabs the bar of soap and begins washing me clean. I sink deeper into his chest as I let his touch possess me. 

I hum. "Okie dokie."

He washes me from my toes to my sex to my tummy and my breasts, making sure to take care of me. I sigh in contentment, turning around when he's done with my frontside.

His erection is above the waterline, my eyes going straight to it. Hmm... I reach out and grab it in my hands, squeezing him. 

He grunts, placing a hand in top of mine. "No, you're tired."

"You always come inside of me," I whisper, pulling my lip in between my teeth. "I like to taste you too."

He gives a small smile, shaking his head. "You're so fuckin' perfect." 

"I'm serious," I tell him, staring into his eyes.

He takes my face in his hand and kisses me slowly. "If you want me to come in your mouth, all you gotta do is ask. I want to fulfill my girl's fantasies and desires."

"Your girl?" I ask, stroking him with my hand in concentration.

His breathing catches in his throat as he says, "I said 'I love you' to you. I think we have that established by now."

"Do we? You said you couldn't ask me the question yet," I mutter. 

When he doesn't say anything to that, I bend my head down to place my lips around him. My tongue laps his tip, sucking and then rubbing it along the inside of my cheek. Conrad's hands find my hair and pull it up into a ponytail, his fingers petting my hair as he watches me. 

"Fuck—I know I said that." He flexes his hips up towards my mouth. "Because I can't."

I go down his length in a corkscrew motion, over and over, front and back, up and down, round and round. His hisses, his grip on my hair tightening. And then I stop, going slower and gaining my breath. I use my hand, running it up and down his shaft.

Sighing, I say, "I know, but I wish you would."

"I can't," he says, groaning. "If I do, then it's a full commitment—"

"I am a commitment," I remind him, working him faster.

His knuckles turn a stark white as he grips the outside of the tub. "Something they can hold against us if they find out," Conrad says in one short breath.

Licking his tip over and over again, messaging the rest of his length, I manage to say, "I want to be your girlfriend, even if it's only a label between me and you."

When I wrap my lips around him completely one more time—baring teeth, my tongue swirling round and round—his hands grip my hair and he meets the back of my throat again and again. "Fuck—will you be my girlfriend?" he growls. Then he says, "Covey—shit—I'm coming."

And as he comes, he spurts warm, ooey liquid down my throat. I take it, swallowing and tasting him for myself while he flexes his hips—the water swirling around us—and he hits my throat back and forth and front and back before he stops, pulling me to his chest.

"So yes?" he asks, breathlessly. "Be mine?"

And without thinking about the consequences of commitment, I whisper, "Yes, Coco Puff. A hundred times yes."

******

I wake up, with Conrad on top of me. For like the hundredth time in my existence. Well, not literally, but every time I've stayed the night he has me pinned underneath him some way, as if I'd leave him in the middle of the night. He's so stupid if that's what he thinks.

I yawn, wiggling my booty to create a gap of space between us. My back is sore, the inside of my legs hurts, and Conrad is still on top of me. "Coco Puff," I groan, moving around.

He stirs. "Shh, baby. Go back to bed."

"No," I whine, untangling my legs from his. "I need to go tinkle."

He growls and rolls off of me, giving my butt a firm squeeze. "Stupid ass."

I pout. "Grumpy ass."

"No fucking bad words," he grumbles, blinking his eyes open.

"Hypocrite," I mutter, getting up and trotting into the bathroom in a weird sort of hop. I really can't walk today. Uh oh.

A couple minutes later, Conrad comes into the bathroom as I'm brushing my teeth. He puts a hand on my hip and reaches over to get his toothbrush. "Move in with me," he says, no facial expression to hint at anything nor any enhanced tone to show me a sign of some sort.

That was sudden. "Move in with you?" I repeat, looking at him through the mirror.

He shrugs. "You already practically live here. Just move your stuff in here and you'd be a full-time resident."

"I have the dorm as my location in my student files," I explain. "I don't think it's smart. I mean, it's gonna be real suspicious if I'm living in the same place as a professor."

"Your boyfriend," he corrects. "And I don't give a crap about my job, Covey." He turns me around and to pick me up and set me on the vanity. "I don't need my job, and I'm only a teacher because my life would be boring without it. After this term, they won't care. You won't be my student anymore and it won't matter what they think because they can't do a thing about it."

I look down at my toes. "Venny already thinks I'm fucking you," I whisper, biting my lip. "I don't need to lose my scholarship too."

"Well you are fucking me now, aren't you?" Conrad says dangerously, challenge in his voice. Then his eyes soften a little. "And you won't lose your scholarship, Covey. I can guarantee you that."

I shake my head, putting my hands in my lap. "No, no you can't guarantee that. Not when you want to shout out to everyone in the class that Venice kissed me in front of you." Oh my dinos, I just pulled that card.

He runs a hand through his morning hair. "Listen, I don't know what you did to me over this last month but it worked. Okay, it worked really fucking well. I've been a bit reckless with the class discussions, and I admit that they strike a little too close to home. I'll change that if you want, I'll do whatever. But goddammit, Covey, what happened last night—with my car and making love to you—I've been... I don't even know."

I sigh, shaking my head. "You what?"

"I don't know anymore." He looks at me with a scolding expression, eyes dark and mouth sharp. "That's where you've got me at right now. I don't know anything anymore other than I love you and I want you with me all the time." Whipped much?

"Someone's got attachment issues," I mumble. Not saying I don't. "Why all the time?"

He gives me a dumb expression as if I should know why. "Because I want to know you're safe."

"Why wouldn't I be?"

His features stiffen and I reach out to pinch his cheek in trying to relieve it. He shakes my hand free. "Because my dad is a complete asshole, that's why." His dad? His dad has something to do with this? Conrad grabs my hands and squeezes them. "I own this building. You can put one of the unoccupied rooms on your file, but I really want you with me."

"I'm serious, you'll get tired of me at some point." I stick my tongue out at him. "You'll think I'm a weirdo and a freak and that my armpits stink when I'm done with my runs." Oh my dinos, imagine.

Bending down to give me a quick kiss, he says, "Nonsense, amore, I don't give a fuck."

"Apparently you should," I inform him, getting down from the counter and attempting to walk away. "Venice has his eye on you nowadays."

"When the fuck did he tell you all of this shit?" Conrad asks, pulling me back by my waist.

"Friday before we left," I reply, shrugging. "Why?"

He puts my chin in his hand and shakes my head back and forth. Woah, what's gotten into you this morning, Coco Puff? "You need to tell me these things."

"Why?"

"Stop asking why," he sighs, shutting his eyes. "I know, I know you're curious about everything. But the answer is 'Because.' Because that's just what you do when you're risking everything you've worked up to, when you have a boyfriend you're not supposed to have."

I bite the inside of my cheek. "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir."

"I love you," he reminds me, letting go of my chin. Realization dawns on him as he leans down and kisses my lips. "Sorry if I came across as aggressive. I just—I'm... I don't even know, you know?"

"I understand, your little grumpy heart is finally realizing what giving and accepting love is." I reach up on my tippy toes at pat his head. "It's okay, that's good."

He gives me a grimace, chuckling. "This is why I love you, kid. You balance me out."

Blowing him a kiss, I say, "I love you too, Coco. Ti amo."

"Ti amo."

******
AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I was gonna make this chapter longer but I just decided to keep it short XD
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