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"Alright."

He presses the band of his sweatpants down his washboard stomach and exposes himself to me. I've never seen a man's organ up close, only what I was able to sneak and see, or what we were exposed to. It's heavy looking, and red, almost angry.

"Do you wanna touch it?" He asks, a smirk lifting the edges of his lips.

"Can I?"

He tilts his head back against the bed. "I'm gonna regret this, but yes. If you'd like to, you can touch it."

When I shyly wrap my fingers around it, I'm surprised at the velvety strength. It's both hard and soft at the same time. "What should I do?"

"You're so brave, babe. By all rights you should be terrified of this, but look at you. Stroke it, up and down."

I do as he instructs, passion blooming again when he pants, and moves his hands to his chest, digging his nails into his flesh. "Does it feel good?"

"So fuckin' good. I need you to go faster." He grunts. "It won't take long, you have me hot as hell."

I'm beginning to feel that way again myself. Taking one of his hands off his chest, he wraps it around my hand on him. He shows me with his motions what he wants me to do.

"This is called jacking my cock." He groans, eyes dark like the night as he looks at me. "And I do this a lot when I think about you."

That warms me up. "Do you?"

"Yeah, since the first day I met you, you've been the main character in my fantasies."

Holy crap. "What happens to you when you fly?" I lick my lips, wondering how it feels for him.

"When I fly? You mean when I come? That's what you did. You came. When you wanna feel that way again, you ask me to make you come. Got it?"

I nod, my attention on our hands. His cock - I can't say it out loud, but I can think it - is growing harder and longer in my palm. He's increasing the speed and firmness of our touch.

"I'm gonna come. Make sure you want it on you." I have no idea what he means, but I'm willing to take one for the team.

His voice is broken as he groans, and right about the time I'm going to ask him if he's okay, the cock in my hand jumps, a white milky substance coming out and coating our hands.

"Fuck yes..." he's gulping in long breathes of air as his chest pumps up and down.

The hard length in my hand is softening, and I'm only now beginning to realize just how deep I'm in this with him. Now that I've tasted this passion? I want it again, and I want everything Vaughn can give me. Without question, and damn the consequences.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Vaughn

Last night changed me. When I woke up this morning the first person I thought about was Val, the thing I wanted to do was see her eyes and make sure she was okay. Instead, she'd been gone, down in Get Baked for hours.

I slept that hard.

It's been years since I had a good night's sleep. I've struggled off and on since I was ten, since my mom and dad had marriage problems.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Weston raises his eyebrows, an annoyed look on his face. "You missed that pass."

The basketball he's pointing at is bouncing over into the out-of-bounds area and the guys are all looking at me like I've ruined their days. "Sorry."

"You've been out of it since you got here." Abel jogs over to grab the ball. "And I heard from Gabby that you stayed with Val last night, so is there something you want to tell us?"

No, I don't want to tell them anything, because they won't leave me alone if I let them in on what I've done. But they also aren't going to leave me alone unless I tell them. There's no winning. "There was a man who showed up at Val's doorstep wanting to take her home. I think she said it was her uncle. Shereacted badly to him, he gave me a weird feeling, and she doesn't want to leave her apartment. I'm staying with her until further notice. Simple as that."

Weston laughs. "Nothing about that sounds simple, V. Hate to break it to ya, but I think you've bit off more than you can chew. I'd know."

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