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Travis’s thrusts became jagged, his orgasm building along with mine. He hugged me to his body, lifting my ass with it, and hit my prostate with his cock until I was panting and crying out my release. Travis buried his head in the crook of my neck as he fucked me faster, needing to come. I bit him and dug my fingers in his shoulder blades and he pumped himself erratically into my ass until I felt the condom fill and he stilled on top of me.

Travis stayed there, with his weight pushing me down the way I loved. We breathed hard, not saying anything, because this was the end.

We laid next to each other for a long while, and breaking the last rule he’d set, I eventually got my things and left him there.

Chapter 24

Travis

Scott left. I’d told him that the next time he left after sex we would be over, and he did it. It felt so final. It left me feeling bereft and miserable, and with my hands over my eyes, I sobbed. I unleashed all of my frustration, anger, and sadness, crying until I fell asleep from exhaustion.

It was over. It was really over.

I trained with Andy the next day. He saw my face but didn’t ask about it yet. I could barely speak, I was so shattered. The world lacked color without Scott, and I went through the motions like a ghost.

After going through some drills, Andy and I went to get our textbooks and studied for the rest of the day, but with everything that had been going on lately, I still wasn’t tired when night came, so I went for a run.

I expected Andy to be in bed by the time I came back, but he stood, hands on his hips, in the middle of the living room, looking at me like I was a stubborn child in need of a stern talking to.

“I’m not in the mood, Andy.”

“No, you might not be, but we’ll be talking anyway. I can’t stand your moping ass any longer.”

I groaned, then went to sit on one of the kitchen chairs and waited until he got this rant out of his system.

Then I’d continue moping if I wanted to.

“Where’s Scott? Aren’t boyfriends supposed deal with this sort of thing?”

I almost wanted to choke. “He’s not myboyfriend.”

“Sure, he isn’t,” Andy said, not meaning it at all. He pushed his sandy hair back, rolling his eyes, and then gave me a look. “Where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

“Thencallhim. Text him.Talk to him.”

“I can’t. We broke up.”

Andy stayed still. He looked like an unblinking statue.

“What.”

“You heard me.”

“No. You said ‘we broke up’, and I have a very strong feeling this means ‘I broke up with him’.”

“So what if I did?”

If Andy had been a dog, he’d be growling at me right now. “Why?”

“Because it wasn’t going anywhere!”I cried out, getting up from the chair and pacing the room.

“You mean because you realized it wasn’t a fling.” Andy’s brown eyes followed me around the place, looking a mixture of amused and annoyed.

“I mean because it was never going to last in the long run.” I kicked an empty cardboard box none of us had bothered to throw away yet, and admitted, “Yes, I realized I was in deeper than I would have liked and I put an end to it. End of story. No need to keep twisting the knife, okay?”

I said that quickly because I feared that my voice would tremble. That I would fall apart again. I couldn’t take any more jabs today. I felt too on edge already.

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