Page 53 of Drown in You

I need to feel that again. Feel her tight walls clench around my shaft as I drive my cock into her relentlessly. Feel her spasms when she comes, watch as her eyes roll until she’s screaming my name?—

My hand slams onto the bedside table, frantically searching before I snatch a handful of tissues just in time, catching the shot of cum that shoots out of my dick.

Pleasure rockets through me and my heavy breaths drown out the audiobook still playing in my ears.

But it’s nothing compared to the real thing. Nothing compared to coming inside Sienna. My need for her isn’t quenched in the slightest. With every dry jerk-off, my appetite for her only grows.

I’ll never be satisfied until she’s mine.

Knox claps me on the shoulder while we wait to climb onto the bus. “Grab a nap on the way, Valentine. You’re working yourself too hard. You look like shit.”

“Thanks,” I grumble.

He’s not wrong, though. My arms and legs are weak, hands shaky from the exertion. Normally, I only get like this when I haven’t gotten enough protein, but I ate a hearty breakfast, lunch, and dinner and supplemented with protein powder before my workout this afternoon. Yet hitting the weight room after classes wiped me out and we’ve still got a game against the Wildcats tonight.

But the buzzing in my head is quiet, all thoughts focused on the pain radiating throughout my body. The only way I find peace anymore other than with Sienna.

“Yeah. I’ll take it easy tomorrow.”

“What’s your stepsister up to tonight? I was thinking we could convince her to come to my room with Finn and Damien after the game. We’ll rock her fuckin’ world.”

I punch his shoulder, arms too weak to do any damage. “She’s coming to the game.”

He lifts a brow. “Yeah? Wearing my jersey, I hope.”

“Shut the fuck up, asshole.”

Knox laughs his ass off, breath clouding in the air as he heads for the bus. Wes, Finn, and Damien are already in their seats, slipping on their headphones to get into the zone before the game.

“Luke!” From the sidewalk, Sienna waves, long hair flowing behind her as she races for me.

I grab my bag from the ground and swing it over my shoulder, grinning at her. “Ready?”

“What the hell?” She scans me from head to toe. She’s so adorable in her puffy winter coat and knit hat, the tip of her scrunched nose tinged pink. “You texted 911!”

“Right.”

She gestures to me with a wild hand. “You’re completely fine!”

“Yeah, but the bus is here. We’re heading to the game.”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“You’re coming.”

She retreats a step, folding her arms. “Um, no. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Come on, I volunteered you to shadow one of the doctors. I told them you need some hands-on experience.” I flash her a grin. I’ll fake an injury just to get her hands on me.

“I’m not even going to be a doctor.”

I shrug. “Still gotta know the same shit. Come on.”

When I reach for her, she leaps away and spins on her heel. “No. Tell them I got sick. I’m leaving.”

“I’m trying to help you out.” But she keeps striding away. My jaw clenches. I hate watching her leave me. “You’re not the reason your parents got divorced.”

That stops her. Hesitantly, she turns back to face me, green eyes softening. “What are you talking about?”

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