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“Yeah. But I didn’t find you before you set off the alarm. You ended up all the way across the lawn.”
“Did anyone else see?” Her teeth are clenched together, and even in the dark, the tightness in her features is hard to miss. It makes me want to lie to her. Tell her it was just me and not to worry.
“It was most everyone. Tucker slept through it, but that’s not unusual for him. I’m sure someone will fill him in by tomorrow morning, though.”
She moans, her hand shaking as her fingertips touch her lips. “Oh my god, I’m so embarrassed.”
I grimace, knowing there was quite a bit of laughter and probably more than just the comment I happened to hear about her pajamas. Tomorrow might suck for her in terms of people bringing it up, but I don’t know how we get around that. “It’s okay. You should try to sleep now, though.” I glance at her phone standing in her charger. “We’ll leave around eight thirty. Your schedule and books are downstairs.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Dropped off yesterday afternoon. There’s some stuff for you to sign from the registrar’s office, but you’re definitely expected in class tomorrow.”
She gives me a relieved smile, but that’s immediately knocked from her face by a whole lot of worry, and even a hint of panic. “Will you stay with me?”
I hesitate. “You mean like right now? You sure you want me to?”
“I know I’m being a pain in the ass.”
“You’re not.” I give a sharp jerk of my head. “I just wanted to make sure—”
“Just until I fall asleep. Then you can go.” Anxiety flows swiftly through her in a way that makes me incapable of denying her request.
“Yeah, okay.” I stand from my crouched position, circle around to the far side of her bed, lift the sheet, and slide in behind her, tucking a pillow under my head. “I’m right here. Sleep, Lennon. Big day tomorrow.”
* * *
Fuck,it’s so good. I inhale the sweet smell of some sort of fruit. Mango, maybe. And coconut. My dick’s harder than hell and my balls are heavy with the need to come. Sensation swamps me. I thrust slowly into Lennon’s warm, wet pussy, my brain cells scattering to the far ends of the universe. I’m unable to focus on anything but her scent invading my nose, the heat of her body in my arms, and her sinful curves. Everything about this girl makes me want to hold on tight, touch her in all the ways that make her scream and moan. A strangled sound escapes me as I rock into her. Fuck, it’s so good.
But I need to hang on a little longer. I want to hear her call out my name as she finds her release, the walls of her cunt milking my cock with every ripple of her orgasm. My pelvis undulates as I hold her close, groaning out my pleasure with each stroke of my dick into this girl who is damn close to rattling my composure.
THIRTEEN
LENNON
I’m surroundedby heat and warm breath gusting past my cheek. I blink hard, my head a hazy, sleepy mess. Something long and hard nudges between my legs. A set of iron arms encircles me, holding me tightly in place.
Oh, god.It’s Bear. A split second after I realize what’s happening, his chest heaves at my back, an animalistic groan ripping free from deep inside his body. And that thing that’s tucked between my thighs is his very erect cock. He grunts a bit, pulling me close as his body shudders with the force of his orgasm.
“The fuck!” With my heart hammering, I struggle free, almost getting hung up on the sheets, which are a tangled, sorry mess. Catching myself before I fall, I twist free and whirl around, coming face to face with Mason on the other side of my balcony door. The amused glint in his gaze tells me he’s more than interested in what he’s just witnessed.
One dark, devious brow goes up as Mason mouths, “Next time, tell him to take the joggers off.” He catches the corner of his full lower lip between his teeth, pretending to grab someone from behind and thrust his pelvis in an obscene manner. His eyes twinkle with mirth and mischief.
Fuck.For all I know, he assumes Bear and I had sex last night, even if it’s obvious we’re both fully clothed now. My breath comes out in jerks and starts, then hearing the man with the hard-to-miss morning wood shifting on the bed behind me, I spin around and blurt, “What the fuck?” My arms fling out from my sides in exasperation.
It’s possibly the wrong move when I’m wearing a sleep cami that provides zero support because his golden eyes are pinned on my chest where my breasts bounce and my nipples are hard buds behind the lightweight fabric. And while he’s staring at me, dammit, I can’t seem to stop myself from allowing my eyes to travel swiftly over all his glorious, rippling muscles. He’s sculpted from granite, so beautifully made, I have the errant thought that I’d like to run my tongue over all the defined dips and ridges. Follow that trail of hair downward into his pants.
Because, his dick, my god. It’s pushing the limits of the gray joggers he’d worn to bed, somehow still hard, even after what’d seemed like a sizable explosion. Because I wasn’t imagining things. There’s a huge wet patch at the crotch of his pants. He came with his dick wedged between my thighs.
My throat goes dry as the first tingles of arousal make themselves known deep in my core. A glance over my shoulder shows me Mason hasn’t stopped his naughty show. Bear quietly watches me—but maybe that’s because all the blood in his body has flowed down to his monster cock.
And the hell of it is I don’t know whether the inflamed state my body is in has more to do with the sexy tease out on my balcony or the hard dick in my bed. Maybe both. Probably both.
My brain is ready to riot. It’s way too early in the morning for this kind of confusion.
Heat floods my cheeks as my heart hammers out of control. “Bear,” I huff out, “What the fuck was that?” So freaking weird that I was fine at the party with Mason touching me, but here, with Bear, my heart is tripping all over itself. Maybe it was just the alcohol that loosened me up because I definitely know I’m far safer with Bear than with Mason… or Duke for that matter. But… god. Come to think of it, it might be more that at the party I was consciously aware of what was happening. For this, I wasn’t. Unable to participate or even give consent. And it scared me.
Agonized, muttered curses tear from his lips, but Bear doesn’t answer my question. It could also be that he doesn’t know what the fuck that was either.
