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He’s being careful not to make any extra noise by stopping his thrusts before our skin meets, but I’m so far gone that I wouldn’t care if the whole dorm was watching us. I would after when the haze of my desire clears, but right then Jax could do whatever he wanted to me and I’d take it with a smile and beg for more.
Jax releases my mouth, and I immediately turn my head, searching out his for a kiss. He obliges, and I sink into the sensations as he brings me closer and closer to my orgasm until I erupt, almost without warning, and shoot all over the tiled floor as my body is racked with waves of pleasure.
Jax stiffens behind me, then he jerks and groans against my kiss as his cock pulses and he comes too, filling me exactly the way I love.
Eventually the world comes back into focus, and I shiver in his arms as his softening cock falls out of me. He gently spins me around and holds me close, his kisses soft and sweet as he gives me a chance to enjoy the afterglow.
When I’m mostly coherent again, Jax breaks our kiss and gives me a sly smile that makes me want to giggle like a moron. I tamp down the urge and grin at him like one instead.
“See you in an hour.” He pecks another kiss against my lips, then slips out of the stall.
I take a moment to do a quick clean up, and Jax is gone when I pull the curtain back so I can get my towel. My legs are shaking as I dry off and pull my clothes on, but I’m mostly recovered when I leave the stall and walk through the bathroom to the door.
The few guys who are around give me quick, curious glances, but they’re exactly the same looks I’ve been getting for weeks, and not the type of look someone who just heard me getting railed in a shower stall would give.
Keeping my head down so I don’t smile like a dumbass, I leave the bathroom and head down the hall to my room to wait for Jax to come get me so we can go to dinner with his friends at Hamilton House before hanging out in his and Jace’s room.
Something tells me this isn’t going to be the last time he “attacks” me in the shower, and I’m already thinking of all the other places he could sneak up on me as I slip into my room and close the door behind me.
24
MYLES
“How’rethings with your billionaire boyfriend?” Cipher asks.
“They’re good.” I adjust the volume on my headphones and lean back in my desk chair.
“Good?” he asks, his tone flat. “That’s all you’ve got for us?”
“Really good?” I shrug, even though I know he and Echo can’t see me. “I’m not sure what you want me to say.”
“Just trying to live vicariously through you since you’re the one with the boyfriend,” he says. His words are casual, but there’s an edge to his voice.
“There’s really not much to tell,” I say. “He’s good, and things are good.”
“Of course,” he says, his tone placating. “I just figured there might be trouble in paradise if you’re hanging with us on a Friday night and not spending it with him and his friends.”
“Phoenix already told us his man is going out of town this weekend.” Echo reminds him.
“Oh yeah,” Cipher says. “I take it he’s already left to go do whatever billionaire frat boys do when they’re not at school?”
“Yeah, he left this afternoon.”
“Careful, Ci,” Echo cuts in. “You’re starting to sound jealous.”
“Nah,” he says dismissively. “Definitely not jealous, just curious. And not really liking how he’s so busy with his new boyfriend and his new friends that we barely get to hang out with him anymore.”
“Give him a break, Ci,” Echo admonishes. “He’s doing exactly what we’ve been telling him to do for years.”
“We told him to get a life and get laid, not to ignore us because he’s finally getting some D on the regular and would rather hang out with his billionaire buddies than us,” he shoots back.
“Like you don’t do the same thing every time you start dating someone new,” she counters. “Remember when you were hooking up with your roommate’s brother last year and you went dark on us for over a month? Or when you were seeing that guy over the summer and we didn’t hear from you for weeks at a time? Or when you?—”
“That’s so not the same,” he interrupts.
“How is it not exactly the same?” she asks.
“I didn’t go dark then because I was dating someone. It was because I had other shit going on in my life that I had to deal with,” he snaps. “Unlike some people, I actually have to worry about real-world problems like not being able to afford food and ending up on the streets if I can’t pay my rent, or not being able to get my meds if I lose my insurance. I don’t have rich parents to bail me out whenever I fuck up,” he says pointedly. “And I’m not sitting all comfy in my fancy pants school with a full staff to take care of my every need. I live in reality, and I’m the only one here who does.”
