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No, Iwasn’tthat guy.
I wouldn’t be that guy. I couldn’t.
At the door though, I stole a glance at her pillow.
“Don’t touch that pillow.” I swore under my breath. “Don’ttouchthat fucking?—”
My legs didn’t listen. In three strides I was back to the bed, fumbling to unbutton my jeans with one hand, burying my face in her pillow. It was fucking shameful, but that didn’t outweigh how hard I was. My cock throbbed in my hand. I gave short, quick strokes, panting hard.
“Just don’t cum on her bed,” I rasped. “Don’t cum on her bed?—”
I dug my fingers into the pillow, seeing her. Her green eyes, her twinkling laughter. “Hey, Forty. I reconsidered my no-kissing policy. Why don’t you come over here?”
My breath caught in my throat, and I choked out curses, muffled into the pillow.
I’d have to dip down to kiss her, to press my lips against hers and finally taste paradise, but June wouldn’t give me the satisfaction. Her fingers would run through my hair while she kept me two inches away. Close enough to remind me of the leash she had wrapped around my neck.
“How badly do you want it?” she’d purr.
So fucking bad.
In the fantasy, June’s lips brushed against mine, and I gasped, cumming into my hand, spilling until it overflowed, sending a shock through my body. I pulsed with the release, still in the daze of June?—
“Fuck me,” I groaned and knocked the pillow away. Staring down at…
Oh, shit.
I leftfor the stairs with my laundry basket, pretending to scroll through my phone.
“How’s June?” Fridge asked.
“Good,” I said, eyes down. I grabbed for the door to the stairs, but the handle had a weird rattling sound. It didn’t budge.
“The door’s busted, I already put in a work order,” Denali said.
Fuck.
I hit the button for the elevator while Elijah snickered. “June has you doing her laundry while she’s gone?”
“No, this is mine,” I said instantly.
Denali paused. “Uh, we can see the pink comforter.”
“I mean, it’s hers, but—” I pressed my palm into the button, holding it down until the fucking thing decided to make an appearance. My neck burned. “I spilled something on it. Whatever. I needed to wash it anyway.”
CHAPTER 43
JUNE
BEFORE, YOU WOULD’VE LAUGHED
The Romans ranhigh school training camps during the day, and nighttime held the same routine from the years past. Partying, going out to eat, seeing the sights, this wasn’t anything new, I went every year. But in the past, it’d been just me and the guys. Now, everyone was paired up in couples. It was a little different.
At the brewery, the unrelenting sun hung overhead, and I pressed the glass of water against my forehead. “Can someone hose me down?”
“Me next,” Willow groaned, fanning herself. “Not my hair though, I’ll actually kill someone.”
We snickered around the table before my phone pinged, bringing me out of my headache.
