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“Oh…fuck…” he groans, drawing out his words before I feel him give a few more deep thrusts, spilling his seed into me again before he collapses across my back, wrapping his strong arms around me as he buries his face in my hair.

The only sound left is our ragged breathing and the noises of a city just awaking, bustling about their normal, dreaded Monday mornings. And although my life isn’t perfect anymore, although I am stuck in this situation with little to no hope, for the first time, I feel alright. I feel blank, exhausted, sated.

“You’re beautiful,” he says softly to the dawn. A small smile tugs up my lips, my eyes closed peacefully as my heart clenches, happy tears dancing behind my lids.

“You are too, Teddy.”

It’s quiet for so long, I feel he’s fallen asleep, his cock slowly going soft inside me, but I don’t mind; I want him in me still. I don’t want this connection to end, and I think he feels the same.

“No matter what happens, I’m thankful to have met you.”

Now the tears spring loose, but they are still happy, cathartic in a sense. He pulls out, flipping me over before blanketing me with his body again, fingers tracing my jaw as his exhausted eyes search my face. Unable to stop myself, I reach up, tenderly cupping his warm cheek, my heart full to bursting, singing in a way it never has. This—whatever it is we have between us—is bliss, it’s deeper than friendship and vastly different than the love I hold for Tristan and Jameson, but it’s strong, and it’s sure, and just as stable as I need it to be. So heaving a calming breath, I spill my own truth to him.

“I wouldn’t be here without you, and I’m never letting you go.”

CHAPTER 24

Alice

My hips ache. My hamstrings are sore. Every time I shift on this hard-as-fuck seat in the lecture hall, my cunt sends out a cry for help.

But keeping the little smile off my face is nearly impossible. I haven’t felt this alive in so long; this pain is my rebirth, my reminder that I am alive, that I am going to be okay, because I am not alone in this fight. I have someone on my side, and the stakes are equally as high for him. So when Teddy’d awoken me before my late Abnormal Psychology class with a steaming plate of Alfredo and more Liquid IV, I’d grinned and agreed to at least make it to one class today. He’d even been chivalrous enough to ride the bus to campus with me, sharing one of his ear buds so he could show me more of his flavor of music.

Pen poised dutifully over my notepad, I sit in the very back, at the top of the tiers, in the shadows; it gives me anxiety to be called on for answers, especially in a lecture hall type class. But it seems the hundred or so students who started the quarter have dwindled to half; no surprise there, obviously. I’ve learned college students kind of just do as they please and the professors don’t care until you get deeper into your field of study. As long as I can keep decent grades, I may have a chance of making it out yet.

With just two minutes until class starts, I’m doodling in the corner of my notes, flowers and Victorian tea cups, but the subtle closing of the metal doors alerts me to another student meandering their way in. When a visage in all black plops down next to me, my body tenses, my eyes shifting to see what creep is about to hit on me—only to widen when they see Teddy’s macabre grin.

Dropping my brows into a glare, I put my pen down and cross my arms at his beaming face. He sits casually, leaned back, feet kicked out and crossed at the ankles, wearing a black jean jacket with an embroidered red star on the back and fingerless gloves to match. My poor pussy clenches in remembrance of how thoroughly and roughly he fucked me just hours ago, and my heart races as well.

“What are you doing here?” I hiss to his impish grin.

He just shrugs nonchalantly.

“Snooped through your room to see if Dick somehow had cameras in there,” he says casually. My eyes bulge, and I am about to spew, but he holds up his long fingers to silence me. “He doesn’t, like I thought. Your roommate is hot though.”

Now I’m burning red instead, and though I don’t want it to be from jealousy, I have a feeling that’s part of it.

“Yeah, well, she’s annoying as fuck.”

He snorts, throwing his arm around the back of my chair, driving those teal eyes into mine.

“Bunny’s jealous?”

Flaming now, I turn my attention to the front as the harried professor makes his way in, traveler mug of coffee in one hand, leather briefcase in the other. It’s a wonder caffeine doesn’t affect him this late in the day.

“I am not jealous,” I hiss out of the corner of my mouth as the lights dim and he taps into his PowerPoint slides.

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Shut up,” I glower, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing my blushing cheeks. His hand snaps out, fast as a striking cobra, and he pinches them all the same, forcing my gaze back to his as my stomach floods with the need to submit and my thighs quiver as they fight to clamp closed. In the dim light, the shadows of his face make him look like a demon about to take his prey, and I swallow hard.

“I don’t like to share. It’s one at a time for me, bunny.”

For some reason, that comforts me; the only two I’d ever consider dating at the same time are my twins. I’m glad Teddy doesn’t play those types of games, but I shouldn’t have even been worried in the first place. It’s not like he’s mine. We’re just…fucking to pass the time, to not be lonely since we have each other. Each otherandamazing sex.

He peels his fingers off my cheeks, careful of my bruise that seems to be fading already thanks to his care. Clearing my throat, I attempt to pay attention, jotting down some notes. I’m thankful he sits back and allows me to pay attention, but questions form in my mind that I can’t tamp down.

“So…so Dick doesn’t have a way to spy on me here, physically?”

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