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And when they brush against my pussy, dipping into my creamy flesh, a shudder racks my body. I could come if he keeps this up. I’m already primed, completely on edge, and when his fingers slide deeper, I end our kiss, desperate to catch my breath.

“So fucking wet,” he murmurs as he begins to stroke me, and I can’t speak. A strangled sound leaves me, and I return my mouth to his, never wanting this moment to end.

Who knew it could be like this? I think of my ex-boyfriend and all the things we did together, but none of those moments compare to this.

He fucks me with his fingers, and I move with them, unsure how he’s managing this thanks to the barrier that is my denim shorts, but Ican’t worry about logistics. I lift my hips, his fingers streaking over my clit, and I moan into his mouth, my orgasm getting closer—

“Oh my God! You should’ve left a scrunchie on the door to let me know you had a guy in here!” Destiny screams the moment she opens the door.

I leap off Gavin so fast my head is spinning. Destiny slams the door shut, and I can hear her footsteps as she scurries away. Swallowing hard, I turn to look at my bed, taking a mental picture so I can store this memory away forever.

Gavin lying across the bed, filling every inch of space. There’s a tent in the front of his black shorts, and his T-shirt is shoved up, revealing his six-pack abs. Did I do that? I must’ve.

He looks like he’s in shock. Unable to move or even speak. Slowly he lifts himself up on his elbows, staring at me for a moment before he finally says something.

“Your roommate?” The quiet rumble of his voice settles in a low throb between my legs, and I can’t even believe I had him beneath me only moments ago. That I had been on the verge of coming thanks to his magical fingers.

Stupid Destiny. Her timing is for shit.

“Yeah.” I nod, brushing my hair away from my face. I’m fairly certain he had his hands in it at one point, or am I just imagining that?

He tugs his T-shirt down and hauls himself off my pitiful bed, and that’s it. The spell is broken. The mood ruined. Pretty sure I had my hand beneath his shirt right before Destiny opened the door. The distinct, smooth texture of his abdomen still burns my fingertips, and the regret that is currently flooding my bloodstream is overwhelming.

I am painfully sober, watching as he makes his way to the door. I’m also painfully quiet. What do I say? Please don’t leave? Come back to my bed so we can continue what we were doing? He might laugh. He might regret it. Maybe he didn’t mean for it to happen or, worse, he kissed me and had his fingers between my legs because he somehow felt sorry for me.

Oh, that is the worst thought of them all.

“Are you okay?” His voice is gentle, and when I dare to look into his eyes, I see the sympathy there. He feels bad about ... something. Maybe all of it?

“Yeah.” I nod, wishing he would at the very least hug me and reassure me that everything is going to be okay.

But he does none of that. Instead, he says, “See you around,” and walks out of my room.

Chapter FourSienna

Junior year

I arrive at my brother’s house armed with a case of High Noons because Coop and his friends always forget to stock the good stuff at their place. I don’t bother knocking on the door either. I just barge right in to find the living room already filled with a variety of men, most of them tall, hulking beasts who play for the Santa Mira Dolphins.

Ignoring all of them, I shut the door with my foot, scanning the area in search of my brother. He’s not hard to spot. Over the last few years, he’s somehow bulked up even more, and both his arms are covered in tattoos. He’s intimidating as fuck and never lets anyone forget who he is or what he might do to them if they ever wrong me.

In other words, he’s a menace to society and destroys my dating game all the time. Hence me having to keep any interactions with men a secret.

“Hey. There you are.” Coop appears out of nowhere, taking the case of High Noons from me like the gentleman he is. Yes, my feelings for my brother are contradictory, and no, I can’t help it. He truly is a teddy bear once you get to know him, and our parents raised him right, but his overprotectiveness will be the death of my social life.

Scratch that—it already is. Mostly.

“Hi.” I follow him into the kitchen, noting how clean it is. Hmm. That is suspicious. Did they hire someone to clean this place up? I know they’ve only lived here a few days, but they’re self-proclaimed slobs. “I can’t believe you guys are having a party already.”

They don’t do it often. More when they were younger, but now that they’re seniors, whenever they invite a bunch of people over, it turns into chaos. They’re just too popular, too revered on campus. Everyone wants a piece of the football team, a chance at being able to say,I know that guyorWe’re friendsorI gave so-and-so a blow job in his bathroom last night.

Trust me. We’ve witnessed it all. Heard it all.

“We’re keeping it low key tonight. Nothing big.” Coop shrugs his massive shoulders, glancing toward the living room when a loud bang sounds. “What the hell was that?”

“Your low-key, nothing-big party kicking into high gear.” I reach for the case of High Noons and tear it open, pulling out one that’s watermelon flavored. My favorite. I don’t hesitate cracking that baby open and taking a long pull. “Want me to check?”

“Nah. I’ll do it.” He mutters a string of curse words as he strides out of the kitchen, and I’m amused for all of about two-point-five seconds when I hear what I think is a familiar deep voice ring out in greeting.

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