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“Fucking hell, this feels so fucking good,” I groan out. My cock is pulsing so hard, I don’t think it’ll take more than a few hard tugs before I’m coming everywhere. Quickly, I unzip my pants just enough to pull my dick out without shifting her vibrator. Gripping the thick shaft, I squeeze hard, and my head falls back on a gasp.

Images of her pussy spread wide around my cock as I fuck into her fill my head and I stroke myself fast, running my thumb over the head to spread my precum around. The vibrations are so strong, I can feel it all the way through my ass.

My phone rings, and without thinking, I answer, barking out, “What?”

“Where the hell are you right now?”

Clenching my eyes tightly shut, I hold back a groan, but my voice is strained when I answer. “Recon.” Another grunt, then I add, “Gotta cover all m-my bases.”

I’m thankful for the long pause on Tatum’s side of the phone call, so I shove my shirt into my mouth to have something to bite down on. Jerking my shaft harder, I point my dick toward Miriam’s sink, and my vision turns white as I explode. My cock thickens impossibly wide. Jets of cum pump from the tip, and I revel in the relief of draining my balls.

“I’m going to murder you… DID YOU JUST JACK OFF IN MY EAR?”

Snickering, I debate lying, but Tatum is my best friend and I don’t like the idea of it. “Maybe a little.”

His frustrated breath comes through loud and clear as I tuck my still swollen cock back into my pants, quickly turning off the vibrator, but leaving it in place. “I’m going to pretend this didn’t just happen. Where are you?”

“Atmi pétalo’splace.” Distractedly, I answer as I open up the cupboard I came in here to search. Picking up a box of tampons, I flip it over and notice it’s unopened and brand new. “She uses tampons, not pads. Interesting.”

His response comes rapidly. I’ve barely finished when he starts in on the scolding. “No. No! Not interesting. Get the fuck out of her apartment, Ez. She could walk in at any moment and you’re not only breaking the law, but you’re violating her space. This is too far.”

Snorting, I think to myself,I sure just violated something.

I hear the slam of his car door, then, “I’m on my way to pick you up. Leave immediately. Don’t touch another thing.”

“You’re overreacting. She doesn’t even get out of class for another hour, then she has to get home. Actually, why don’t you go there and offer a ride home?” Hurrying into the kitchen, I start looking through her pantry. “I could make her something to eat. Think she’d like pasta?”

I don’t think he’s speaking to me when he says, “I fucking hate everything about this fucking situation. Don’t cook. Please, Ez. PLEASE, just leave now.”

“You’re being dramatic, but fine. Don’t worry about picking me up. I’m parked around the corner. Want me to grab something to eat on the way home?”

Making my way toward the front, I take one more look around, inhale through my nose to commit the smell of her place to memory, then leave, making sure the door is locked when I pull it shut.

I know Tatum and I are okay when he sighs. “Yeah, grab me the usual from that burger place by our place.”

“See ya soon,” I say, then hang up.

I wonder how long it’ll take her to realize her vibrator is gone. I’ll give it back after I wash it up… Maybe.

CHAPTER 14

MIRIAM

“What box do you want this in?” I ask Susanna, holding up a coffee cup. I would have put it in the kitchen stuff, but it’s from a place she and the guys went to for their first group date, so it should be considered a collectible.

She looks around, then holds out a hand for it. “This one.”

There’s a smaller tote container at her feet and a stack of newspaper in her lap. Standing up to hand it over, I start dancing, realizing I need to use the bathroom. From the moment I woke up and heard Susanna already elbows deep in packing, I skipped everything I usually do to get ready in the morning to come help.

“I’ll be right back. I have to pee so bad.”

Waving me off, she delicately sets the now wrapped date mug into the container and I rush to my bathroom. After quickly taking care of my business, I move to the sink to wash my hands and notice another spot of what looks like hand soap in my sink.

Frustrated, I turn on the water and rinse it down the drain, then pick up my bottle and inspect the pump to see where it’s leaking from. Turning it over in my hand, I don’t see any marks where it’s dripping out, but toss it. It’s almost empty anyway.

Bending over, I cup my stomach at the bloated feeling there when I’m bent over and rummage around underneath my sink to look for a new hand soap. Shoving aside cleaning supplies and my box of tampons, I dig until I find one toward the back.

Holding it up, I grin. “Got you!” I set it on the counter, then just before I use the edge to balance myself as I stand, my eyes fall back to my box of tampons. Myunopenedbox of tampons.

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