Page 79 of Weak Side

“You’re perfect,” I whispered, peeling her panties down her legs as she lifted up. We were skin on skin. Bare. Just the way I wanted it.

“So are you.” Claire sat back down on my lap, and my blood ran hot. Her mouth fell to mine, and the kiss was soft and slow with meaning behind it that I couldn’t put into words.

Neither one of us said anything else.

Our mouths moved against each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. My tongue dipped inside, and hers did too. I kissed the side of her neck as she hovered over me, and when she sunk down, I swore I touched heaven.

We were in a slow frenzy. Havoc was occurring on the inside, but we weren’t chaotic or rushed. There was no uncertainty or confusion. We both knew that we were in the right place, tangled in one another while putting a pause on everything else.

“Theo,” Claire buried her head into the crook of my sweaty neck, and my hand fell to her lower back before I spun her around and laid her down flat. I pushed farther inside of her, my movements slow and steady as I stared down at the euphoric glaze in her eyes. They fluttered closed, and I looked down, watching how perfectly we fit together.

I pulled out of her, slick with her wetness, before plunging back into her and catching her gasps with my mouth. “God,” I whispered, moving quicker as I felt her winding up against me. She met me halfway. “The feeling you give me is addicting.” The second I hit her sweet spot, she threw her head back and set my world on its side as she came all over my dick.

God. Damn.

I pulled out a moment later and came on her stomach, capturing the hottest visual of my life and saving it for the end of time. I could be ninety years old and still get hard picturing her fully fucked with red cheeks and my come all over her stomach.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” I asked after cleaning her up and catching our breath. I began to slip the dress back over the curves of her body, wanting nothing more than to palm her ass again.

Claire peered up at me with her gentle smile. The party was in full swing. It wasn’t loud or frenzied like the parties at the football house, but I would rather be anywhere than where we were now. “It depends. What are you thinking?”

I burned with hope, and it was the strangest feeling not being as confident with Claire as I had been when we first met. There was an inkling that I was going to lose her at some point, and I wasn’t sure I’d survive the loss. Maybe it was because the entire premise of our relationship was fake. Regardless, the fear of letting her slip right through my fingers was damn near paralyzing.

“I’m thinking your concussion is giving you a headache.” I winked. “And I must take you back to the dorms immediately.”

An instant smile split across her face, and I latched onto her bright teeth and swollen lips. I cocked an eyebrow, silently asking if she agreed.

Claire nodded slowly. “The dorm with you sounds like a way better place to be.”

Damn straight, baby.

As we crept down the stairs, I kept my eye on the door and nowhere else. I didn’t want to see Aasher or Ford and their suggestive faces. I didn’t want Taytum rushing over to pull Claire away. All I wanted was to take my girl back to the dorms and be with her for the rest of the night.

I’d been avoiding her, and I wasn’t lying when I said I missed her.

And I knew we needed to talk. Wereallyneeded to talk, especially after what just happened upstairs because that, my friends,wasn’tjust a fuck.

“And where are you two going?” Taytum slipped right in front of the door as my hand reached out to open it.Damnit.

“Um…” Claire nibbled on her lip, and I quickly swiped my thumb over it. The plopping noise went straight to my dick despite that it was just inside of her.

“Claire has a headache,” I said, lying straight through my teeth. Taytum half-rolled her eyes, but I saw the hint of a smile.

“Oh, I’m sure she does,” she joked, pulling Claire in for a swift hug. I didn’t let go of her hand, though, because I was beginning to see that I was selfish when it came to her. I squinted when I watched Taytum whisper something into Claire’s ear, causing her to nod sharply.

“Ready?” I asked, tipping my chin in a lazy goodbye to the rest of the hockey players. I skimmed the party for a quick moment, and I stopped with one foot out the door as I landed on someone who was leaning against the far wall with a red cup in their hand.

There was a girl draped against his side like some cheap, drunken date, but his sight was on me, and then it moved down to my hand in Claire’s.

“Theo?” Claire looked up at me and then over to where I was unmistakably glaring. Her hand tightened in mine, but to my surprise, she pulled me out the door and put her back to Chad.

I poked her with a question that I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to but needed to hear directly from the source. “We’re no longer making him jealous?” I asked, opening the door to my car and ushering her inside. There was a slight worry embedded in between her eyebrows, but her eyes were as stern and true as ever when she shook her head.

“No, and it was never about that to begin with.” Her door shut, and I knew that when we got back to our room, we were going to have to talk.

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