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“Fuck, man, that feels good,” Colter moaned.

“Shut up, Colt. I don’t want to hear you,” I teased.

“You love me, asshole.”

“Pretty sure I’ve only said that to one person in this room, and it wasn’t you.”

“More, Hol. I need you to move,” Emerson whined.

Taking a breath, I inched in further and tried to think about anything other than how tight it felt. When I bottomed out, I took a deep breath. The three of us panted, and I knew we wouldn’t last long. Drawing back, I pushed back in faster. My cock slid in and out, her ass gripping me so tight I was on the verge of coming after two thrusts.

“So good,” Emerson moaned. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” Colt said. I could feel him twitch inside her; the sensation was unlike anything I’d experienced before.

Letting my hold on my thrusts go, I slammed back in. My hips pistoned in and out, my dick twitching as need ran up my spine. I couldn’t stop it anymore as it roared to life inside me. My thrusts faltered, and I held her tight to me as I came.

“Fuck, fuck, so good,” I moaned.

Emerson moaned, her body trembling in my arms. Her head fell onto my shoulder, so I took the opportunity to kiss her while she came. Colter followed, and we fell to the bed in a heap of arms and legs.

“Wow. I’m jealous of myself.” Emerson giggled.

“I can’t wait to do that when I’m not hindered,” Colter said.

“Anytime. Having you both was beyond amazing.”

“You’re amazing, Wildcat.” I kissed her temple and crawled out of bed to dispose of the condom. I grabbed them a warm washcloth and handed it to Colter. They cleaned up, and then we crawled under my covers. I watched them both as they fell asleep, vowing I’d do whatever I could to keep them both safe. No one would take this from me.

CHAPTER

FORTY-FIVE

EMERSON

On Friday morning, the Homecoming court was announced, and exactly as Hope stated, I was on it. I’d assumed she’d been mistaken, not believing the words she’d said. But as the girl on the campus broadcast continued to read the names of the court, I couldn’t deny it.

“Holy shit, Peanut.” Cody shook my shoulder excitedly, the class turning to look at me. It split between those who seemed happy about this news and those who didn’t. Hope’s former Zeta sisters were in the latter category.

“Spirit week begins on Monday. Go, Wolves!” With that, the announcement ended, and the professor turned off the TV. Midterms were next week, so today was a review day. The lack of new information to engage my brain meant I focused on all the shit going on in my life instead.

Though, it wasn’t all shit. I liked Hayward more than I’d expected. I’d already signed up for classes for next semester and was excited about having more focused ones. While I’d joined the dance team to get back at Hope, I’d come to love it, too. Only three girls gave me death stares now, so improvement! I loved my job, and JoJo had become a good friend. I even volunteered at Pawsitive Haven once a week. Spending the morning with Colter was a huge draw, but I loved caring for the animals people didn’t want.

Cody had become one of my best friends, and I couldn’t wait for him and Taylor to meet next weekend when she visited. Shit. That was Homecoming. She was gonna love that. At least she could help me with a dress. Taylor loved fashion, so she’d be in her element. I wondered what Colter and Holden would wear.

Imagining them in suits had warmth flooding my pussy. Anytime I thought about them, I instantly got turned on. It was great when I had time to spend with them, but inconvenient when I didn’t. The amount of places I’d been pulled to for a quickie was mind-boggling. Dating Colter and Holden was more than I ever imagined for myself. Compared to how I envisioned this semester going, things were near perfect.

Just the pesky stalker and bullies. No biggie.

“It’s so great to see someone like me on Homecoming court,” a girl said as class ended.

“Oh, thanks. I’m surprised, honestly.”

“I’m not. There’s more of us on campus.”

“Us?”

“People who don’t fit typical beauty standards.” Her eyes flicked to the sorority girls, then back to me, her mouth dropping. “I mean, you’re beautiful as you are. Not that you’re not beautiful. Shit. I’m messing this all up. Ack!”

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