Page 155 of Becoming Selfish

“I missed you,” he says with sincerity.

“I just saw you a few hours ago,” I remind him with a chuckle as I close my dorm room door.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you.”

I walk over to him, standing between his legs.

He looks up at me with his gentle chocolate eyes as I push his shaggy hair away from his face. “I missed you too, baby,” I tell my needy boy.

Leaning down, I connect my lips to his. They quickly part as his tongue glides against mine, coaxing a whimpering moan from me. He cups my face, pulling me into him, needing me.

There’s a difference between us tonight. I don’t know if it’s because we finally told each other how we felt this morning or because we both know what is going to happen later. But whatever it is, the passion and need is stronger than usual—which I didn’t even know was possible.

His mouth continues to move with mine as Eli’s free hand reaches around my backside, pushing my ass towards him and silently asking me to come closer. I climb onto his lap, putting one knee on the mattress and swinging the other leg over, straddling him. He presses me into him, rolling my hips, as I gasp into his mouth from the sensation.

Eli is already getting hard, and I know I’m warm with anticipation, instantly turned on by my guy. He slips his hand into the back of my shorts, grabbing my ass as he continues to rock my body against his. When his mouth finds my neck, I throw my head back and grind against him harder, needing the friction.

“Logan, I—” Ali burst into my room without as much as a knock, as she always does.

I snap my head back to look at her in shock and frustration as her eyes widen and her mouth gapes, catching Eli and me in the heat of it.

“Ali, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Eli groans, dropping his head to my chest.

The corners of Ali’s lips turn up as her cheeks turn pink in amusement.

“Maybe we should start using the sock method,” Ali suggests with a giggle.

“Maybe we should start using the knock method,” I snap in frustration, thoroughly annoyed that my best girl is in my room right now.

“Maybe we should start using the lock method,” Eli says with a pointed glance and a frustrated tone. “Seriously, Logan, you need to start locking your door. It makes me feel uneasy that you keep it unlocked so much.”

“But I like that you can come in whenever you want,” I remind him, looking down at his handsome face, his frustrated expression softening.

“Well, give me your spare key then. It’ll make me feel better knowing you’re locked in here at night.”

“Marc has it.”

“I’ll get it from him tomorrow,” Eli says.

Running my fingers through his hair, I look down at my favorite guy, my eyes exploring him, lost in this moment together as I lean down to place my lips on his.

“So, what are you guys up to tonight?” Ali asks, reminding us that she’s still in the room.

Eli lets out a heavy frustrated sigh.

“Ali, I love you, but read the fucking room,” I tell her.

“Yeah, I’m...” She awkwardly backs away towards the door. “I’m just gonna go.” She throws a thumb over her shoulder, pointing towards her room before rushing out and closing my door.

“We are moving. We are moving to the middle of fucking nowhere,” Eli says, his voice beginning to rise. “Where no one knows who the fuck we are! Where I can have sex with,” I place my hand over his mouth to quiet him, “my fucking girlfriend!” Eli yells, his words muffled into my palm.

“So romantic.” I chuckle at his frustration before pressing my mouth to his, wanting to get back to our moment, and trying to fill the aching need I have for him.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispers against my lips.

“Where would we go?” I wrap my arms around his neck. There’s no way in hell we are having sex for the first time at the hockey house. There are way too many people there.

“Let’s go to the house off-campus,” he says. “The last thing I need is my fucking brother knocking on your door tonight.”

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