Page 85 of End Game

No joke.

Of course, I was so ramped up from constantly going down on her, it’s no surprise I came with an intensity I don’t remember experiencing before. After the second orgasm, I finally stripped her completely of that gold dress, and fuck, her body is insane. Sweet little tits that are a perfect handful, with rosy nipples that were so hard, they were practically begging for my mouth.

So I gave them what they wanted.

Just thinking about what we did has my dick getting harder, and I slip my hand beneath the covers, wrapping my fingers around my shaft. Lazily stroking it while I think about her.

Everleigh.

Ever.

I wish she hadn’t sneaked out of my bed in the middle of the night. I miss her. Her pretty face and her flushed skin. The sounds she makes when she comes. When I’m kissing her. The way she melts against me. I swear I can still feel her. Smell her on my skin.

I can’t stop thinking about her.

Grabbing my phone once again, I bring her contact up, calling her via FaceTime without even thinking about it. There’s no room for doubt or worry. I’m just working on pure impulse right now.

I wait for her to answer, frowning when it keeps ringing, and I’m about to give up when she finally answers. Her expression is harried, and she’s clearly somewhere out in public from what it looks like. I hear voices. Music. There are shelves filled with knickknack-type crap, and I assume she’s out shopping.

“Where are you?” I ask in greeting.

She glances around, her ponytail swinging like it always does. Next time we fuck around, she needs to wear her hair just like that so I can tug on it. Hold her in place. Maybe when I’m pushing my dick into her mouth for the first time. “I’m out.”

“Out where? I miss you.” I’m grinning.

She is most decidedly not. In fact, that’s a pretty deep frown on her face. “Nico—”

“My dick misses you too.” I start to dip my phone lower to show her my hand moving beneath my comforter as I stroke myself, when I hear someone shriek.

“OH MY GOD, NICO VALENTE! Are you making a sex call to your roommate?”

Jesus. I know that voice. It’s Sienna.

“Nico, stop,” Ever whispers, turning away from Sienna and bringing the phone closer to her. “Um, can I call you later?”

“Only if you promise to suck this—”

The call ends before I can finish my sentence, the screen going blank.

“Shit.” I toss the phone onto my bed and give up on showing myself a little self-care.

There’s a knock on my bedroom door, and before I can say anything, it’s swinging open, revealing Coop standing there with his hands on his hips.

“You slept the entire day away. Do you realize how late it is, young man?” Though he’s trying to appear stern, he keeps breaking out into a smile and eventually gives up.

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t need the lecture.” I punch the pillows beneath me and fluff them up before I prop myself against them, bunching the comforter around my lap. “How did the party go?”

“There were people passed out on the lawn this morning, and I had to kick them all out. That’s how it went.”

“So pretty well.”

“I think you had a better time.” I don’t say anything, and Coop barely waits me out because it’s obvious he’s got something he wants to tell me. “Saw a certain someone sneak out of your room early this morning.”

“How early?”

“About three.”

Damn, she didn’t stay at all after I passed out.

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