Page 30 of Brazen Deceits

She rolls her hips against my dick, and I shudder under her. “You inside me.”

Hell yeah. I flip us over, driving into her so fast she yelps, her surprise followed by a low moan that makes my skin electric. Shit. This feels so fucking good. If I could be right here, forever, it would be a life well lived. I force myself to move, to try a few different angles, until her nails are digging into my back, and I know the bead of my piercing is rubbing her just right.

We crash together, both desperate for release, both caught in wave after wave of almost. I tense up, but I’m not jumping off this cliff without her. I barely hold on, pounding into her, her pelvis tilting to meet my every thrust. Reaching down with my thumb, I find her clit, rubbing it once, twice, three times before she explodes around me, squeezing my climax from me.

Our groans mix in the room’s quiet, both of us panting.

I flop to my forearms, my nose pressed into her neck while I try to remember how to breathe.

Fuck.

Never would I have guessed that the quiet, sad girl I met in August would turn into this Venus. I’m floored and so fucking giddy to be here, with her, right now. Her fingers trace the lines of my spine, my ribs, and for the second time today, I’m totally and completely at peace. Quiet. Calm. Hers.

Chapter 15

Clara

Jansen’s earthy smell surrounds me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I run my fingers up his spine, each bump a new mountain to explore, each dip a valley. His breath tickles the small hairs on my neck, but it’s good—serene even.

I burrow my nose against his skin, pressing a thank you kiss to the curve of his shoulder. I can’t believe I just jumped him like that. Is that fair? Shit, I have no idea.

Maybe it’s a bad idea to go at this nonexclusive thing without rules. How do I know when I’ve crossed a line? Did I just hate-fuck Jansen because I’m pissed at Walker? I mean, Jansen and I have been promising each other “later” all day, but neither of us thought “later” would look like this.

I might be the worst not-quite-girlfriend out there.

Jansen mirrors my kiss before pulling back, brushing some of my hair out of my face, his own blond hair a messy curtain,closing us both in. “Hey,” he says, a grin cutting across his face, his eyes glittering emeralds as he gazes down at me.

“Hey,” I answer.

He glances around the room for a second. “Where would I find a towel? You know, to clean up?”

My stomach bottoms out before I answer. “We didn’t use a condom,” I state like a dummy.

“Nope,” Jansen says.

“Well shit,” I say, not really knowing where to go from here.

Jansen’s smile fades, concern lighting his eyes. “Do we need to go run and get Plan B?”

We. He saidwe, and my poor heart turns giddy. The one time a condom broke with Bryce, it had been up to me to take care of it, and to prove it with a receipt. Asshole. Thank God I figured out how to keep that from happening again. “No, I have an IUD. And, um, I’m clean. I got tested after I broke up with Bryce. I had to be sure, you know?”

He nuzzles his nose against mine, all the tension falling from his body again. “I’m clean, too. Tested right before I came back to campus.”

I find a smile creeping across my face, Jansen’s easy joy contagious. He presses his forehead against mine, a soft kiss lingering against my lips. “So, about that towel.”

“Oh, right.” I point to my towel from this morning, hanging on a hook between the bed and my cubbies. Jansen leaps up and snags it, rushing back to wipe me clean, his brows furrowed as he works. And my heart twists again. How did I get so lucky?

A chuckle escapes me, the flood of anger, lust, power, joy, panic, and care suddenly too much for my body to containall at once. It explodes in a wave of laughter and tears, and I sit up, trying to contain the sudden rush of everything all at once. I snort while weeping, Jansen looking at me, his face pure terror. “I’m okay. Just…” I wave my hand around, trying to catch my breath. “A lot of…feelings.”

Jansen’s horror turns into laughter, both of our muscles failing us, and we’re lying on the bed side by side, shaking the mattress with giggles this time, both of us trying to stop, but then catching the other’s eye and starting the whole process over again.

A soft knock on my door has me trying to stuff the giggles back in and snorting again instead. Fuck. That sets off Jansen, but he ekes out a “What’s up?” through his chuckles.

RJ, bless him, doesn’t open the door, but just calls through the wood. “If you guys are, well, done I guess, then dinner’s ready.”

“Got it. Give us, like, one minute.” Jansen catches my eye and snickers again. Damn it. I shove him, embarrassed that RJ heard us, struggling back upright, sitting on the towel as I try to get my game face back on.

Jansen’s lips press against my shoulder, and I reach for him, needing him closer. “Thank you.”

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