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“Why are you leaving?”
“You’re not being nice.”
“How am I not being nice?” she asked, exasperated. “I told you to get a condom.”
“Spend the night with me, baby,” I whispered.
June fell silent. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
I pressed my lips to her neck, gently kissing down to her collarbone. “I want to bite you in bed. Better yet, sit on my face and I'll jerk off, I want to cum while you drip on me.”
“We can have sex,” she said softly.
“That’s not all I want. Not even close.”
Gently, I lifted her shirt—no bra, thank fuck—and slipped my head underneath, kissing down her breast.
“Come to bed, baby.” I ran my tongue in a circle over her nipple, and she gasped. “I want to wake up with you.”
“It’s—it’s not—” Her words stuttered as I sucked her nipple, nuzzling her. Fuck, her tits were fantastic. I was already addicted to the taste, running my tongue under her nipple, applying enough pressure to hear her pant, no real relief.
I bit her softly. “I want to do this when I wake up.”
“Bear…”
“I’m begging. What do you want from me?”
“Um—I—” She swallowed. “I guess…for tonight…”
Before she could change her mind, I swooped her over my shoulder and headed to my room. Just for tonight. Sure. She could believe that. When I set her down, I fell to my knees, kissing her hip with a single bite mark.
“Bear—”
“I’m not done. I want you to look at them when you wake up.”
CHAPTER 67
JUNE
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Every night,I told myself, ‘this is the last time I'm sleeping in that man's bed’ and every morning, I woke up with his arms around me, cuddly and nestled in. Because Bear was very into physical touch.
Spending nights turned into holding hands on our way to class, then we were kind of holding hands everywhere. Holding hands led to forehead kisses, hugs from behind, constant touches, and with Sémajuste’s arrival, their practices were way more demanding. If I was studying for my upcoming finals, stretched out on the couch, Bear was napping on me.
I tried to talk about the trips his family took without him, but Bear brushed it aside with, ‘I was at hockey camp,’ ignoring how weird his absence had been. I couldn’t push the issue because I didn’t want to hurt him.
How are you supposed to say, ‘I don’t like how your family treated you’ to someone who doesn’t understand?
It blurred the lines even more. I felt guilty for my role in it, and unsure what it meant, and so, so tender about him. Bear was way bigger than me, but that didn’t temper the protectiveness. During practice, I panicked when his helmet wouldn’t clip right.
“Why do you care, killer?” He smirked. “Huh? Why do youcare?”
He knew why.
Shit.
We both knew why.
