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“Go on, you horny little slut. Come for me. Come on my cock.”

His hot, nasty words are all it takes to shove me off the cliff, crashing into the cold shock of my sudden orgasm. I squeeze around him and his thrusts speed up until there’s one so hard it makes me moan. Then he’s still, his hard body taut above me. His breath blows out in a groan and he collapses, his weight heavy on top of me.

I take the opportunity to wrap my arms around him, holding him close and threading my fingers through his hair, kissing and licking the side of his throat while running the sole of my foot up his leg. I wish there were more of me so I could touch more of him. After a minute, he pushes up on his elbows and frames my face in his hands.

He studies me, my eyes blinking slowly and my cheeks no doubt red. “I love you, Erin. You know I love you, right?”

“I do. I love you, too.”

He kisses me sweetly; once, twice, three times before he runs his nose alongside mine. “I always want you to feel loved. If I ever make you feel anything but loved—”

“I’ll tell you,” I say, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Pinky swear.”

He props himself up on one side and twines his little finger with mine. “Pinky swear.”

He kisses me once more before he pulls out and hands me his discarded undershirt to wipe up, which he takes when I’m through. I skitter to the bathroom and when I come back, he’s under the covers, leaning up against the headboard. He holds the quilt up and invites me inside. “C’mere, lamb. I want to hold you.”

As much as I enjoy the rough stuff—and I do—I love this the best. Being in his arms, his warm, solid body circling me, his sweet words being set loose to wander around my head, pooling like drops of oil in water until my brain is swimming in his slick, precious thoughts.

Chapter 23

Shep

Erin sat naked at her kitchen table and finished her application. When she was through she asked me to read it over before she sent it in. Which I did, before I had her again. Aside from a single typo, it was perfect. She’d clearly thought about it, put some serious time into it, and then lost her nerve at the last minute. I should’ve checked in with her earlier, should’ve known she’d need a final push, but I’ve been distracted.

With the final press of classes, the lacrosse team being a lock for conference finals, the string of performances and ceremonies that is the end of the school year at Hawthorn, planning my proposal to Erin. And with Lana Davis.

She’s been calling me since the winter dance. Even though I’ve been clear that I’m not interested, she won’t give up. I have no clue how she got my cell number. I sure as hell didn’t give it to her. I haven’t mentioned it to Erin because I don’t want her to freak. The look on her face when she told me about Will and Lana broke my heart and there’s no way I’ll put it there on purpose. Lana’s been the source of enough hurt for Erin and she’s got so much going on, I don’t want to pile on. I keep hoping if I ignore Lana she’ll go away, but that hasn’t been true yet.

I wish she were a too-aggressive member at the club who Mordecai would pull aside and set straight. Or even some too-flirty girl at Northwestern I could steer toward one of my decent teammates. But it’s just me and I’ll need to come up with a different strategy to get her to go away. Soon, because I don’t want Erin to know.

It’s the night before graduation and the guys have all crammed into the athletic complex for one last night together after the final concert of the year. They’re going to be rowdy, obnoxious, and out of control. My plan is to man the laundry room door half my class snuck out of to smoke up, and turn anyone who shows up right back around.Sorry, guys, I know your tricks.They haven’t changed much in four years. But first, I’m going to grab a few things from my apartment.

I vault up the stairs, humming off-tune. I can’t wait for tomorrow. Everything is set up, down to the last detail. The little black velvet box in my bedside table is burning a hole in my brain, and tomorrow I’ll get to slip the ring on Erin’s finger. I’ve had a few twinges of panic—What if she says no?—but mostly, I’m excited. I’ve wanted her since the day I saw her and now she’s going to be mine.

Everything is going so well: I’m going to ask Erin to marry me, Caleb’s coming to Hawthorn next year, I have a good feeling about Erin being named Chair, and I’m taking over John Phelps’s place in the math department and as the JV coach for soccer and hockey. Life is good. It’s really fucking good, and starting tomorrow it’s going to get a whole lot better.

I grab my toothbrush and a few other things that will make tonight tolerable and when I open my door I curse.

“What are you doing here, Miss Davis?”

“It’s nice to see you, too, Zach.”

Hearing her call me Zach gives me the creeps, as does the way she looks me up and down like I’m a piece of meat she’d like to sink her teeth into. She’s doing her best to look edible in a short black trench coat I’d bet money on she doesn’t have much underneath, and bright red on her mouth and her pointy, succubus fingernails. No, I don’t like this at all.

“You shouldn’t be here. How did you even—”

She lifts an eyebrow and her lips twist into a predatory grin. “I have my ways. Most Hawthorn boys don’t play quite as hard to get as you.”

“I’m not playing. I don’t want you here. I don’t want you period. I’ve tried to make that very clear. If you show up here again—”

“What’re you going to do? Report me? To whom?”

Goddamn English teachers and their fuckingwhoms. “I’ll call campus security, and if you don’t stop harassing me, I’ll file a restraining order. I don’t want to get either of our employers involved in this, but I will if I have to. Schools don’t like teachers having a record.”

There’s a flash of anger across her sharp features before it melts into a faux coy that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

“Is this about that uptight pedantic prude? What is it about Erin Brewster men find so alluring? She’s not a dumbass, I’ll give her that. But she’s too…wholesome.” She sneers like it’s a dirty word. “I bet after Will got her knocked up, she hasn’t let anyone else in her pants since. I bet she hasn’t even let you get to second base. A chaste kiss here, some handholding there. You’re a red-blooded American boy, Zach. You must be horny as hell. Why don’t you let me take care of that for you? You can keep dating Betty goddamn Crocker if you want, but I can give you what you actually want, what you need.”

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