Page 57 of Hate To Love You

I’ll miss you too much.

Haley Caldwell

Guys, if anyone’s getting her room it’s me.

Damian Cole

Absolutely not. It’d be me. She loves me the most.

Me

You guys are ridiculous. I’m at Ryker’s. We fell asleep.

Ellie Monroe

What!?

Lainey (BFF) Barkley

Is it big? Ya know, hisdick?

Oh my god.

I lock my phone and shove into my back pocket before picking up a pillow and hitting Ryker with it.

He groans and turns to lay on his back, the defined muscles on his abdomen flexing as he stretches. I hold back the urge to climb back on top of him because we have to get ready for class, but wow is this man sculpted by the lord himself.

Lainey wasn’t wrong. Ryker is all muscle, and I assume it’s from playing rugby and working out constantly. I can kind of see the appeal now that I’ve had a taste of him, but I’d never tell him that. His ego can’t afford to grow any bigger.

He was kind, the perfect mix of gentle and dominating, and that cock… I’ve never been one to compliment a penis, but Ryker’s? That thing should be in the Hall of Fame. I mean, I didn’t know sex could be like that. And coming from penetration? I thought that was a myth. But it’s not; it’s real and I’ve experienced it first-hand. Now that it has, I don’t want it to stop.

After, we didn’t discuss it at all. Instead, we, or well, I jumped right into the project again. Ryker actually gave me and the project his full attention for the rest of the night. He accepted his part in it and did a really great job with explanations.

Of course, it was hard for me to concentrate because I was watching his mouth as he talked, remembering how it felt while he ate me out and made me come, twice, with his tongue. I shudder at the thought of how many women he’s had to sleep with to perfect that.

Not that I care who he’s slept with. Or do I? I told myself that last night was going to be a one-time thing, just to get rid of the pent-up frustration and stress. But I don’t know if I’m going to be able to stick to that, because that was the best sex I’ve had like, ever.

I won’t admit it to Ryker just yet. He’ll know he was right. I don’t hate him as much as I thought I did or wanted to. Somewhere along the way, the hatred turned into lust, and lust turned into a night of Ryker completely ruining any other guy for me.

With another groan, Ryker grabs his phone of the nightstand, squinting at it as his eyes get used to the shine of the screen.

“Fuck, we slept late,” he says, not even sounding concerned that we have less than an hour to get ready for class.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep. Why did you let me fall asleep?” I accuse. I should have been home, getting a good night’s rest and setting an alarm for an appropriate time to wake up.

Ryker shrugs as he sits up in bed, running a hand through his tousled hair. God, he looks sexy in the morning.

Knock it off, Gwen. Focus.

Ryker stands, the sheet falling as he walks away from the bed, buck naked. My head tilts as I watch him walk to the bathroom, his taut ass moving with each step. Then, he’s walking out, and his dick is standing at full attention.

He wipes his hands on a towel and smirks.

“Bite that lip any harder and you’re going to bleed,” he comments. I hadn’t even realized I was biting my lip.

I shake my head, attempting to focus on what needs to be done.

“I have to go. I have to get ready,” I tell him as I hurriedly grab my things and shove them into my bag, throwing it over my shoulder. As my hand touches the door handle, I turn around to find Ryker watching me. “Please don’t be late,” I plead.

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