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Sienna makes me feel like an out-of-control teenager who can’t help but come at the mere brush of a girl’s fingers. That’s how much she affects me. I need to get my shit together. Make it good for her. Make it good for the both of us.

“I get to be on top?” she asks.

I rear up and take her mouth, hungry for her always. “If that’s what you want, cowgirl.”

Smiling, she sits up, lifts her hips, and grabs hold of my dick before she lowers herself on top of me. A groan leaves me at all that soft, wet heat gripping my cock, and I rest my hands on her hips, closing my eyes. Breathing deep as I count to five.

When she still hasn’t moved, I crack open my eyes to find her watching me, her brows drawn together. “Are you okay?” she asks.

Swallowing hard, I nod. “I’m worried if either of us moves, I’m gonna come.”

The slow smile that curves her lush lips is almost my undoing. “Out of control for once in your life, are you, Gav?”

I frown. “I sort of hate it when you call me that.”

More of that sweet laughter rains down on me. “Why?”

“You make it sound like an insult.”

“Haven’t you ever noticed the way girls always say it?” She leans over me, my cock almost sliding out of her, and she works her hips, sinking back down on me, and fuck, that is too good. “They don’t even know you and they call you Gav. Gav this, Gav that. I think the nickname makes them feel like they’re closer to you.”

“You’re close to me, and you only call me Gav when you’re mad at me.” My frown deepens, and I grip her hips, stopping her from moving. “Are you mad at me?”

“Not at all.” She kisses me, her tongue doing a thorough search of my mouth before she pulls away. “Why would I be mad at you when you just gave me the best orgasm of my life?”

Pride fills me, making me want to give her another one of those stellar orgasms, and I lift my hips, pushing inside her so deep that both of us moan. She begins to ride me, my hands on her hips guiding her, keeping the rhythm steady. She’s not what I would call a little thing, but she doesn’t weigh as much as she thinks, and it’s easy to lift her, hold her down, shift her hips into the position where I can thrust as far as I can get.

We keep the slow and steady pace until I get impatient. Greedy. I increase my thrusts, fucking her hard, and she just takes it. Throwing her head back, her eyes falling closed, giving me a beautiful view of her body. Her perfect breasts. I reach for them and play with her distended nipples with my fingers, massaging them in my hands while she bucks against me. She hisses out a breath, her inner walls strangling my cock, and oh fuck.

I’m gonna come.

Dropping one hand, I brush my fingers against her clit, spinning tiny circles around it with my thumb, and she gasps. Breathy little moans sound low in her throat, and she rocks her hips forward, her body instinctively seeking my touch, and I press hard. Faster. Fuck her harder. Faster.

Until she comes undone, her entire body shaking, my name falling from her lips with a whimper. That tight pussy squeezes and pulsates around my shaft, pushing me into my own orgasm, and the second her climax winds down, I’m coming, too, my orgasm so strong it rattles my fucking brain.

She collapses on top of me, her hair in my face, her cheek pressed against my sweaty chest, though she doesn’t seem to mind. She liesthere for a moment, completely still, and I wrap my arms around her soft, damp body, my dick still inside her. I am completely content, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way before.

Shit. This girl is starting to mean more to me than I thought was possible. And that’s a scary fucking thought.

Chapter Twenty-OneSienna

I just had the best night of my life. Like hands down, that was the most earth-shattering sexual experience I’ve ever had, and of course it was with Gavin.

I knew it would continue to be good between us. Our first time together wasn’t a one-off, lucky moment. He is just ... oh my God.

I don’t have words to describe how he makes me feel.

He didn’t stay after he gave me my second orgasm. Or was that my third? My third. He pulled on his clothes while I watched him from my bed, sleepy and barely able to keep my eyes open. He kissed me before he left, murmuring, “See you tomorrow.”

And then he was gone.

I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep and woke up more invigorated than I’ve felt in a long time. I have to work at Back Yard Bowl this morning, and I show up promptly at ten o’clock, grateful I at least didn’t get the closing shift. The moment I’m finished, I’m heading over to Everleigh’s and we’re getting ready for the party together. I have a dress already planned out and everything, and I fully expect Everleigh to bring it tonight too. My original plan was to show these dumb men—Gavin and Nico—what they’re missing.

But Gavin isn’t missing anything. He was so mad when he showed up at my apartment last night. Jealous, thinking I was still with Ryland. I didn’t mean to provoke him by having dinner with Ryland, but that entire night worked in my favor. And while I feel bad for using Ryland, I really was trying to move on.

Gavin’s proved that’s impossible. He can’t move on either. How are we going to navigate this situation now? We didn’t really discuss next steps, but I’m guessing he doesn’t want to tell anyone else, and for once ...

For once I agree with him. Going public will open us up to all sorts of things. Plenty of speculation and opinions that I don’t want to hear. Gavin is a celebrity on campus—and in Santa Mira in general. The moment they find out he’s steadily seeing someone, the little sister of one of his best friends who’s also on the team? The rumors are going to run rampant. They already do when it comes to Gavin. People are wondering about his love life all the time. Do I want all eyes on me?

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