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I shrug and push off the door, going to my bed and throwing myself on it. “Why would I piss you off? I just asked a question.”

“You’re not going to say no.”

“No?” I ask, sitting up with a questioning expression. “Why would I say yes? You didn’t say please.”

“I swear to fuckinggod, Dimples. Leave that door unlocked.”

“Maybe.”

He growls and hangs up, making me laugh.

I stand to unlock the door, but Luca steps inside, looking disheveled. “Oh hey,” he says, pushing his brown hair behind his ears. “The wind is really gusting out there.”

“Gusting?” I ask with a chuckle. “Who says gusting?”

His cheeks pink as he looks down. “Remember, I was raised by my grandparents. My grandma used to say it a lot. Some old-timey thing.”

Luca has never gone into detail about why he was raised by his grandparents, though he never said if his parents were alive or not. I asked once, and he changed the subject. I know a dismissal when I see it.

My mind races as I try to figure out how I can get Kerian in here without Luca being around. He just came in, probably from the caf, so he’ll more than likely be in for the night.

Fuck it. If he’s around when Kerian gets here, Slade and I could always sneak off somewhere. Hell, Kerian’s car is large enough for me to get in the back and suck him off.

Thankfully, Luca didn’t lock the door behind him. So I settle back on the bed and wait for Kerian to show up.

ChapterSixteen

KERIAN

Zander talksa lot of shit for someone who has their door unlocked when I silently twist the handle half an hour after our conversation. The sound of the shower hits my ears first, but Zander’s voice catches me in a whisper from his bed.

“My roomie is in the shower. We can sneak out before he?—”

I lock his door and make it across the room in a few quick strides. The air knocks out of his chest when I shove him back against his bed, and I drink down the wide-eyed expression he gives me.

“What are you doing?”

“We aren’t going anywhere, Braithe.” My voice is a low growl, but I don’t really care if his roommate hears.

I don’t give a fuck about anything but getting him naked and fucking him into his mattress so I can finally prove to both of us once and for all that that’sallthis is.

No,“Why haven’t you talked to me in a week?”

Nogetting fucking distracted at practice or weight training because of him.

No more.

Just fucking.

Just the way his body seems like it was made to take my dick. That’s it.

That’s all this can be.

“Kerian, my roommate isrightthere.” Even as he protests, he’s stripping out of his shirt like an eager puppy, willing to give in to whatever demands I have. The defiance only goes as far as teasing me until we’re fucking, then suddenly he’s ready to roll over and give me his ass.

My eyes flick to the door and the sound of the shower, and I lean down and press my lips to his ear.

“Then I better make this fast and rough, hm, Dimples? Of course, with the way you scream…”

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