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She rolls her shoulder. “Seeing you suffer brings me joy.”
“You won’t succeed.”
“I think I already am.” She smiles, watching my abs tighten with each gyration of her hips.
“Only one of us is winning at this game, and baby, I never lose.”
Whether she intends to agree or shoot back a rebuttal, I don’t hear it. In one quick move, I clasp both her wrists and flip her on her stomach. She kneels as I pull her up to lay her head against my shoulder, mouth parted in pleasure. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. With the way every nerve in my body ignites, I’m sure I could replace a bonfire on a campsite.
“I don’t like you,” she says through bated breaths.
“Tell me again when I’m not inside you.” Her pussy squeezes around me, and when she tries to move her ass into me, I hold her still with a moan stuck in my throat. “I like you in charge, but let’s be clear. This pussy is mine, and I’ll take care of it.”
Those must be the only words she needs because her face tightens in ecstasy, and she comes apart when I angle myself to hit her G-spot. The deep position triggers my own release.
My forehead falls in the crook of her neck when she drops onto her stomach. I rest my weight on my forearms so I don’t crush her. A sheen of sweat covers my body, and her sweet smell hugs every inch of my skin. My high hasn’t worn off, and pleasure skips along my bones wanting more. Flipping away, we’re shoulder to shoulder as I stare up at the ceiling and she looks at me.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” she exhales.
When my heartbeat settles into a steady rhythm, I turn to her. “Five minutes then we can go again.”
“Five minutes?” She stares in horror. “I’m going to need like one to three business days and some serious electrolytes.”
I chuckle. “How about ten minutes, and I’ll bring up some BioSteel?”
She only makes a face, probably because she is happily distracted by my naked body. I roll off the bed to discard the condom and pull on my sweats only for her to boo at me. Unlike Dylan, full frontal this early in the morning isn’t my thing. I toss her a shirt for good measure.
“Not very productive if it’s coming off in a few minutes,” she teases.
“Preventative measures in case one of the guys walks in.”
She wears it immediately. Summer’s hair is messy, face flushed, and lips swollen. She looks hotter than ever.
“Hungry?” I ask as she slips out of bed to head into my bathroom. She thinks for a minute and shakes her head, but I don’t buy that. “I’ll get you some breakfast.”
28 | SUMMER
IALWAYS THOUGHT the whole ‘You won’t be able to walk tomorrow’ thing was a lie that men who talked a big game often said to inflate their own egos. It’s a credible conclusion considering no one has ever been able to make a promise on their word.
But Aiden Crawford has a knack for proving me wrong.
Six times. He made my limbs jelly and sent my body orbiting into space,six times. Aiden is a sex god, and it brings me a great deal of pain to admit that.
Damn hockey players and their stamina. Because it’s a ten-minute walk across campus to my first class, and I’m thinking of crawling there instead. My body is clearly basking in the stupid and wonderful decision to sleep with Aiden. I didn’t even need an alarm this morning with all the singing from my ovaries.
“Need a ride?” Donny stares at me through the window of his black G-Wagon.
“Not from you.”
“Come on. You know I’m only trying to help.”
“Help? I have to redo an entire section of my paper.”
When Donny came over Thursday night, he said my paper needed even more work, and that Langston agreed. Now, I have to redo it to add limitations that I had no idea even existed.
“I’ll help you with it. Just get in.”
