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Breathless and almost boneless, my body dropped on top of hers. I needed to get off her, I was a big fucking asshole, but I was so damn exhausted. Not that she complained with the way Libby clung to me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted slowly, licking the spot I’d bit. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you.” My voice sounded hoarse. My girl simply shook her head, and I felt her smile against my shoulder.

After a beat, I found the strength to lift my body so I could soak in the sight of her beneath me. She was fucking beautiful. Sweaty and flushed. My eyes dropped to where we were still connected. I rose to rest on my haunches before I pulled my dick out. Neither of us said a word as I stared at her swollen pussy.

“Push for me,” I whispered, then I watched her muscles contract, still doing like she’d been told. A thick white glob of cum started to puddle at her entrance before it started to slide out of her.

Not that I let it go far.

I found myself doing a first. I slipped between her legs and cleaned her up with my mouth. Our gazes connected while I tasted the two of us and what was left of her virginity. When I was done, I moved up and kissed her lips. I’d meant it to be a small press of the lips, but she surprised me by taking my face in her hands and deepening the kiss, making sure there was no doubt at all she tasted the beauty we were together.

CHAPTER 10

HECTOR

I was sick.

More than obsessed, I was fucking crazed.

I’d never understood men whose life revolved around a woman. I didn’t remember my dad enough to have had any kind of example, but I sure as fuck had quietly watched some of my teammates and even my coaches. Hell, even the fucking recruiter who had been bugging me to join the draft had fallen. Hard and fast and almost manic if the rumors around the athletics department were true.

Each one differently, but in the end, it hadn’t mattered. All that had mattered to these men were the woman their heart and mind wanted.

Just like I felt with Libby.

I thought after claiming my princess, making her mine in every way possible, the need inside of me would have ebbed. But it didn’t. Instead, it felt like it tripled. She made focusing on easy things so damn difficult. I wanted to do nothing but breathe, eat, and sleep Libby Irwin.

I didn’t stop crossing the lines I’d blurred before we got together. I still went into her place when I knew she was safe and sound in the library. I was slowly taking things from her room and making sure they were at mine. I purchased the toiletries she liked to use at my dorm. Not only for her to use when she showered there but for me to smell while I fucked my hand on those off nights that she didn’t stay with me. My mouth watered at the thought of her smell. Not just of her perfume of shampoo or body wash, but the sweet smell of her pussy when she was nice and juicy and just about to squirt. Something we had discovered she could do three days after I’d popped her cherry.

Two weeks.

Two weeks of us being an official thing, and I knew I was going to fuck everything up. I didn’t know how, but I knew it would happen.

I sat on the edge of her bed, stroking the soft blue sheets she’d put on after her laundry day. One I had spent right next to her. Sheets I’d helped put on with her. There wasn’t a thing we didn’t do together. She had put the blue ones on after she’d noticed the soft pink ones had been marred with the proof of her virginity.

For some reason, she had been embarrassed about the stain and had tossed the sheet out.Or so she thought.

Late that night, I had left her sleeping soundly in her bed and went to the trash where she’d tossed it. Thankfully, nothing else had been tossed over it. When I had snuck back in, I shoved the proof of my claim into my backpack. I’d washed it and kept it under my bed at my own place like some kind of sick fuck.

The door started to jostle, and I sat still.

Calmer than I could have imagined.

I couldn’t hide my crazy any longer. The longer I tried, the worse it would get. Libby needed to know exactly how far gone I was. How fucking much I loved her. There was no way we could start the school year, and me the new football season, trying to hide my obsession.

I had purposely stayed in her dorm longer than normal.

I was about to get caught exactly like I had wanted to. The door opened and shut. I watched her take a step inside, lock the door behind her, and freeze in place when her gaze caught mine.

“Hector?” My heart started to pound against my rib cage. Would this be the last time she said my name with that much affection? Was staying here to get caught a big fucking mistake? Her head tilted, and her pretty brows bunched together. Libby blinked slowly behind her dark frames. “What are you doing here?”

“Come here, princess.” I patted the mattress next to me, and without thinking about her safety, still so fucking trusting, mi vida came right over, doing exactly like she was told and sat down.

“How did you get in?” she asked, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. I took them and cleaned them with the inside of my shirt before putting them back on her face. Not once did she look away from me. “Hector?” I loved the sound of my name on her tongue. I prayed I wasn’t making a colossal mistake.

I couldn’t keep living this weird double life.

Not when I was supposed to take a full load of classes and training and football practices were going to start and take up way too much of my time. I’d ruin everything the two of us worked too hard for. I needed to be honest with her. She needed to know the good about me as well as the very bad and ugly.

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