Page 85 of Scrimmage

“Wow.” Koda starts eating again.

“So why exactly did you apologize to me earlier?”

He stares at his spoon. A fucking travesty, really. “You didn’t respond.”

“And? That’s me as an entire person. Penny is lucky if she gets a text back.”

“I told you to respond.”

“My name isn’t Stacy. I’m not a groupie. I don’t give a fuck if the president texts me to come hide in a bunker. I won’t do it. I really didn’t think you’d track me down in the fucking library.”

“And I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry about that. Not the rest, though.”

I finish the dumplings and scoot the plate across the counter. “Is this your first time apologizing?”

He washes his plate in the sink. “It might be.”

“Ya know, we’re just supposed to be having sex,” I point out.

“I know. We still are.”

“That usually doesn’t include talking about sex addiction and Japan.”

“It’s called friends with benefits.”

“That sounds murky at best. I have friends. I don’t fuck them.”

“Look, Alexi and Penny are friends, and that’s clearly not going to stop. Hanging out with you at happy hour wasn’t that bad. I get bored.”

“How? You have, like, a million people dying to spend time with you. You’re Koda fucking Armory, or whatever.”

“You don’t give a shit.”

“No, I don’t,” I agree.

“I just mean that you don’t like me. You don’t think I’m cool.”

That makes me fucking giggle. “Oh, well in that case. No, I don’t.”

He hovers next to me, trapping me against the counter. “Your playlist fucking sucked.”

“Talk dirty to me.”

His eyes are dark, and I want his teeth in my skin. “It made me hate you a little more.”

“Perfect foreplay, Armory. I give you an A plus.” I grin.

He grabs my shorts and yanks them down with my underwear. “Good, because I don’t have the patience to edge you tonight.”

I’m already wet, and he knows it. He doesn’t even have to touch me to have figured it out. Koda slides me to the edge of the counter and pulls his cock out, running the head between my slit before starting the war for dominance. I suck in a sharp breath, and he uses that moment to push inside.

“Condom?” I manage to ask.

“I told you we aren’t doing that shit.”

“What if I have chlamydia?”

He doesn’t even hesitate, just keeps going deeper. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”

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