Page 3 of Mine to Take

When I don’t pounce on the offer, she stretches onto the tips of her toes and nips my lower lip with sharp white teeth.

“Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while,” she adds in a husky voice that’s chock-full of promise.

And just like that, my decision is made.

I jerk my head in a tight nod. “Sure, let’s go.”

A sly smile lifts the corners of her pink-slicked lips before she grabs my hand and drags me toward the staircase. On the way across the living room, Hayes catches my eye and smirks. His hands are full with two eager bunnies.

Now that Colby has officially retired his dick, Hayes is drowning in pussy. By the look on his face, he couldn’t be more thrilled with the predicament.

And Bridger?

He’s off moping in a corner by his lonesome.

I haven’t seen him drink or hook up since the mass texts became a bone of contention with his old man, the chancellor of the university. They’ve put a serious crimp in his social life. Bridger employed a couple of friends to help figure out who’s behind the messages, but they haven’t been able to get to the bottom of this Scooby Doo mystery.

Yet.

I feel bad for the guy.

Whoever’s intent on making his life hell must have a serious hard-on for the dude, because it hasn’t let up. Just the other day, another one surfaced. Within five minutes, his father was blowing up his phone. Bridger ended up dumping his uneaten lunch in the trash and storming off to his office.

I raise my beer to him as Jenna drags me up the staircase. Once we hit the second-floor landing, we take a right and pass by two closed doors before she wraps her fingers around a knob and shoves it open.

It’s not the first time my room has been graced by Jenna’s presence, but it has been a hot minute.

I’ll fully admit that I went a little crazy in the pussy department freshman year.

How could I not?

I had all the freedom I craved, and girls were throwing themselves at me as if I were already a superstar on the ice. Ryder and I were going out all the time. Sophomore year turned out to be more of the same.

Hockey and girls.

In that order.

Now I’m almost done with my third year and my business classes have become more of a challenge. I have to work harder just to keep my head above water.

Maybe it’s for the best that Ryder is preoccupied with Juliette and I’ve lost my partner in crime. I’m forced to sit my ass at home and plow my way through all the required reading.

As soon as I cross the threshold, Jenna slams the door shut and leans against it. The expression on her face is nothing short of gleeful.

“I’ve been dying to get you alone for weeks,” she admits.

Barely do I have enough time to set the bottle of beer on my desk before she flings herself at me. Her fingers slip beneath the hem of my T-shirt to gather up the cotton material and drag it over my head.

This girl doesn’t have a coy bone in her body. It’s straight down to business.

Gotta appreciate that.

“You are so damn gorgeous.” Her palms slide upward, stroking over bare flesh. “All that hard, chiseled muscle.” A fine tremble racks her body. “And for tonight, it’s mine.”

The way she eats me up with hungry eyes should be sexy.

Instead, it leaves me feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Hollow.

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