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I shuddered, gasping as my fingers circled my clit.

Would he yank me off the floor by my hair and pin me against the wall before lifting me and seating me on his girth? Would he stretch me so wide, it would burn?

I whimpered, moaning his name as I came mere moments later, my body trembling on my sheets. I sucked in a large breath of air and stared up at my ceiling, lit only by the very tiny bit of the street lights shining into my room through the slightly open window.

I stood up to go wash my hands, and that was when I noticed Jenson sitting on his windowsill, his legs dangling over the side of his house. My breath caught in my throat, my eyes widening. When he noticed me staring at him in horror, he simply smirked and crooked his finger at me in a ‘come here’ motion.

My mouth quickly drying up, I slowly made my way to the window, unsure of what the hell was happening. Had he heard me? How long had he been sitting there? Did he watch me get myself off to thoughts of him?

Oh, God, what if he heard me moaning his name?

“You put on quite the show, baby girl,” he said once I reached my window, his voice just loud enough to reach my ears. I flushed, my ears even heating with embarrassment. His smirk widened just a bit, turning from something playful to downright primal. His eyes seemed to darken in the low light. “But the next time you moan my name, it’ll be with my cock between your pretty thighs.”

I choked on nothing but air. With that, he simply swung his legs back inside his window and shut it, leaving me reeling.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

2

Holly

Igroaned and flopped back on my bed, staring up at my ceiling when I heard Derrick’s voice downstairs, talking to my mom. Itoldhim I wasn’t in the mood to see him today. He would want sex after being apart for so long, but after fighting with him last night because he chose his stupid friends he sawall the timeover me, I had no urge to see him today.

And I really didn’t feel like fucking him. Maybe I might’ve if it was any good, but the sex was always boring. Always plain. And it never lasted long. I could count on one hand—exactly three fingers—how many times Derrick had managed to get me off out of thenumeroustimes we’d had sex.

Groaning, I slipped out of bed and walked downstairs. Mom’s yoga bag was slung over her shoulder, and she brightened when she saw me. “Oh, there she is! I thought you went back to sleep, hun,” she teased.

I shrugged, forcing a smile to my lips for her so she wouldn’t see how annoyed I was. “Not today. You on your way to yoga?”

She nodded. “You’ll have the house to yourself today, hun. Your father is working late again, and after my yoga class, I have a book club meeting, and then I have a meeting with the HOA.” She rolled her eyes, and I snickered. I knew how much she hated the HOA. Dad promised her when he retired, he’d buy her a house out in the country where no one could tell her what to do with her land. “Then, I’ve got to grocery shop. If I’m not back by dinner, order yourself something,” she instructed. She kissed my cheek. “Love you. Have fun.”

She flounced out the door, shutting it quietly behind her. I looked at Derrick, narrowing my eyes at him. “Why are you here?” I demanded as soon as I heard my mom’s car start up, which meant she wouldn’t be able to hear anything I said to Derrick.

He stepped toward me and gripped my waist, tugging me forward to close the remaining distance between us. I pressed my palms to his chest, glaring at him. “Baby, come on. Don’t be like this.”

“Likewhat?” I snapped. “I just got home, Derrick, and you chose your stupid friends over me.Nowyou want to spend time with me? Showing up unannounced? YouknowI hate it when you show up unannounced.”

He rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Holly?” he demanded, releasing me and stepping back. He shoved his fingers through his white-blonde hair, and it flopped right back into his face. “Are you seriously picking a fight with me? Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?”

I wanted to slap him. He couldn’t be fucking serious right now. “I’m beingdifficult?” I sneered at him. “Are you fucking—” My words were cut off when his phone suddenly lit up on the small table next to us, a call from one of my old cheer friends on his screen. I clenched my jaw, noticing how quickly he lurched over to try to darken the screen, but it was too late. I’d already fucking seen it, and last I had checked, he and Madelyn couldn’t stand each other.

“Why thefuckis she calling you?” I barked, taking a step toward him, my fists balled in anger.

“Holly, I can explain?—”

That. That right there was a sure sign he had something to hide. Who the fuck immediately dove into “I can explain”?

“Are you two fucking each other behind my back?!” I shouted. I couldn’t believe this shit. Just yesterday, she’d messaged me on social media and fucking told me she couldn’t wait to catch up and hear all about everything I was doing in college.

“Holly—”

“Are you fucking her?!” I yelled, so angry that I was practically seeing red.

Clenching his jaw, he finally nodded. I marched over to the front door. It took every bit of my restraint to yank it open instead of grabbing the closest thing to me—a lamp—and launching it at his fucking head. “Getout!” I screamed, pointing my finger out the door to the driveway where his ugly ass Camaro was sitting.

He narrowed his eyes at me, not moving. “You’ve been gone for months, Holly. I don’t ever see you, and you won’t even bother having phone sex. The fuck am I supposed to do?!” he yelled.

“Don’t pin your cheating on me!Idecided to get a college education, and to do that, I had to move the fuck away. You could’ve come with me, but you decided to stay here and go to the local technical college.Youtoldmethat we would be fine! Were you even with the guys last night, or were you sticking your tiny little dick inside of her?”

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