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With a shudder, she does as I ask, guiding me, staring deep into my eyes as she does. A shiver runs through me before I move my hips, pushing forward until my tip drags through her wet heat and makes her whimper. “That’s right,” I tell her, closing my eyes as the sensations overwhelm me. “Let me feel that tight pussy around my cock.”

And then I push forward, breaching her quivering hole and letting her swallow me up. So fucking tight! And so hot and wet, enveloping me. It’s heaven. I don’t want to ever stop being locked with her this way. With her hands on my back, clawing at me through my shirt. That’s not enough—I pull it over my head and throw it aside so she can touch my skin, so I can feel her better.

Then she surprises me by sitting up, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her tits against my chest. I can feel her heart pounding the way mine does. And somehow, this is even better, being this close, with her body wrapped around me. Her pussy threatens to milk me dry with every flutter of her muscles as I move in and out, listening to the way she moans in my ear before her tongue traces the seashell curve of it.

“Yes, Tucker.” She breathes, her nails dragging over my skin and making me groan, quickening my pace. “Yes, just like that. That feels so good.”

It does. It’s incredible, beyond anything I’ve ever felt or even imagined. Every stroke takes me closer, builds the pressure in my balls, makes her clench a little tighter around me. Promising so much—relief, release, oblivion. That’s what I need. To have everything swept away, to forget the world.

And she’s here with me, touching me, fucking me, whispering in my ear. “Yes, yes, more… so good…”

I can’t hold on anymore. My rhythm turns into quick, hard rutting, the kind that makes sloppy wet sounds echo in the room as I move harder, faster, until she arches against me. Her pussy tightens like a vice a second before she comes around me, drenching me, giving me no choice but to pull out and take hold of myself before coating her with my cum. Rope after rope of sticky seed covers her mound and drips from her lips by the time I’m finished, completely drained, completely satisfied.

And once the pounding in my ears quiets, I hear her soft gasps as she recovers. “Holy shit,” she moans, trembling. The sound makes me reach for her, taking her in my arms and holding her against my chest while we both come down from the dizzy heights of our high.

I don’t know what to think about any of it. The way she makes me feel, how easy it is to lose myself in her. I only know I don’t want to give it up. I couldn’t if I tried.

Once we’re both a little more in control of ourselves, I pull back with a grin. “What do you think? Is that a decent alternative to how you usually work out your feelings?”

Her cheeks flush, and she rolls her eyes, but she also nods. “Yeah, I think maybe we should make a habit of that. You know, to give me an outlet.”

That’s what she wants to call it? Fine with me. It’s too good for me to argue, and I would be the stupidest fuck on the planet if I did. “Come on. Let’s clean up.” Turning on the shower, I grab a couple of fluffy towels and hang them outside the shower door before holding out a hand to help her inside. After cleaning my cum from her skin, we take our time soaping each other up, exploring slowly in no rush now. It’s so nice, I almost can’t believe I’ve gone so long without it. This sense of connection. Like we can leave the world behind in favor of this. I almost wish it could be like this all the time.

Even if there’s still part of me that’s not sure whether she’s in this because she wants to be, or because she needs my help.

26

MAYA

It’s like living in a dream. For once, a good dream instead of a nightmare. The kind of dream I don’t actually want to wake up from.

Could it be this easy? Everything is so simple. I mean, granted, it’s getting harder every day to not get too close to Tucker, no matter how much I want to. It would be so easy to forget how we started out. Everything he’s done to me. I don’t want to leave myself vulnerable. I’m tired of other people being able to hurt me. I want to be strong. I want to take care of myself.

At the same time, I can’t pretend there isn’t something magical about being able to rest for once. I don’t have to struggle. There’s no looking over my shoulder anymore, waiting for the next terrible thing to catch up to me. It’s enough for us to be together, to know somebody will be there to catch me if I fall.

I might already be falling.

I blink hard, like that will do anything to wipe the thought from my mind. The last thought I need to have, ever. “What’s up?” Tucker asks, frowning.

I shake my head a little and try to smile, something that’s easier a week after the fight with Tiana. I still can’t believe ithappened—it might as well have been a different girl brawling with her that day. “Nothing. Just had something in my eye.”

He leans his back against the tree, whose shade gives us a break from the warm early afternoon sun. There’s something peaceful about him right now, and I have to admit, at least to myself, it’s an improvement over his angry, nasty side. I like him much better this way, even if it’s still exciting when his eyes flash and a growl stirs in his throat.

I can almost imagine I really am his girlfriend as we sit here having lunch together before our last class of the day. Sitting through Political Science with him was nice, too, when every once in a while his leg would touch mine, and I couldn’t help but smile. Just that silent reminder he was there with me. If I tried every day for the rest of my life, I don’t know if I could explain what that means.

Of course, I don’t know if he’d want to hear it, either. We’re having fun together right now, and it’s easy to be happy when things are going well. It’s easy to forget everything else lingering under the surface, ready to jump out and ruin everything.

I guess my thoughts must show up on my face, because he leans in, taking my chin in his hand. It smells like the chips he’s eating with his sandwich. “What’s really happening in your head?” he asks, his eyes searching my face.

“Nothing,” I lie, before forcing the fake smile I’ve practiced for so long.

“Don’t you know by now you can’t fool me? That’s not some threat or anything, either,” he assures me. “It’s the truth. I see how worried you are. Nobody’s been giving you any shit when I’m not around, have they?”

“When are you ever not around?” I point out, laughing softly. He doesn’t think it’s so funny—his concerned frown turns to a scowl. “I’m just saying…” I take his hand and brush my lipsagainst the palm before letting it go. “We’re together all the time.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Does it sound like I’m complaining?” To prove myself, I lean in closer to kiss him gently, soft, not the kind of kiss that’s going to stir anything up while we’re in front of everybody walking past. Though really, it doesn’t take much to get him excited. I’m the same way.

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