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She collapses on her stomach, and I do the same, using my forearms to keep my weight off her.

“Wrecked?” I ask, my mouth close to her ear.

“Not even...close.” She pants. Sweaty tangles of hair are stuck to the side of her face.

If I had any energy left inside of me, I’d laugh at her stubbornness. We both lay in silence, catching our breath. When the perspiration has dried and I see goosebumps on her skin, I climb out of bed and get dressed.

Kendall does the same, and when we’re both fully clothed, she goes to the door first. I follow her down the stairs to the front door. I walk her to her car, and when she’s behind the wheel, she looks up at me with a sassy grin.

“It’s only because it’s been so long. You’d never be able to get me off three times in such a short amount of time again.”

“Challenge accepted.” I close her car door and walk away with the confidence of a man who gave a woman three orgasms and a wrecked pussy.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

KENDALL

Nash hasn’t called or texted in four days since he held to his promise and ruined me for any other man. Not that I expected him to. He told me it was a once and done deal, yet his parting words, “Challenge accepted,” give me hope we’ll have a repeat.

A repeat without changing a thing. I loved the dirty words. The fiery passion. The teasing. The orgasms. The way he stretched my mouth and my pussy. It was the most perfect night of sex I’ve had in my entire life, and it was all over in less than an hour.

Driving home and curling around my pillow that night, I thought it was the perfect situation. Explosive sex that wasn’t too quick or too drawn out, then sleep in the comfort of my own room.

But the past few nights, sleep hasn’t come easy. I crave Nash’s touches too much and had to resort to Dido. He’d been doing the job perfectly fine for the past year, but after experiencing Nash, the vibrating toy no longer got the job done.

“Kendall, Rowan just pulled in,” my mom calls from the bottom of the stairs.

I unplug my curling iron, check my reflection in the mirror one more time, then grab my coat and hurry down the stairs.

“The game won’t be over until after seven, and the girls and I will probably go out after. Don’t wait up.” I give her and Dani a hug before hurrying out the door and climbing in the passenger seat of Rowan’s car. “Thanks for being the DD tonight,” I say as I buckle up.

“Not that you ever drink much, especially on a Sunday night.” Rowan backs out of my driveway and heads toward thestadium. She gives me a side eye and grins. “You smell good. Love the hair too.”

“Aw, thanks, Row. You hitting on me?”

“Are you hoping someone wearing the same number stretched across your boobs hits on you later?”

She can’t see my jersey with my winter coat covering it. But she knows. “The number covers my entire torso, not just my boobs, perv.”

Rowan snorts. “You suck at evading.”

“And the jersey doesn’t stretch. It’s actually loose on me.”

“Easier to take off?”

“I wish.”

I haven’t told her about having sex with Nash. She still thinks it’s a fantasy of mine, and I hate that I haven’t told the girls yet. Part of me wants to live in this private bubble of me and Nash, and the other part is worried that the bubble is a figment of my imagination.

If we are a one-and-done thing, I need to not let my head get caught up in the fantasy of what could have been. Not that I want anything real with Nash. Just sex. Lots of sex. If I talk about what happened between us, and nothing ever happens again, I’m afraid Rowan and Riley will see right through me and call me on my bullshit.

That they’ll see I might possibly have feelings for Nash. I’m mostly-somewhat sure the feelings are purely sexual, but in case they’re not, the more I talk about him and the mind-blowing sex we shared, the more I’ll get caught up in the fantasy that there’s possibly something more between us.

All I want right now is more sex between us. I’m not looking for a relationship, and neither is he. Besides, even if I thought I wanted a relationship, my head and heart are nowhere near to trusting again.

But I really, really, really want lots of sex with Nash.

So if it’s just sex, I should be able to talk about it with Row, right?

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