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Hadley snorts on her mouthful of coffee, coughing as it goes down the wrong pipe. When she’s managed to stop herself from dying, she asks, “And what about Wilder?”

Yup, of course she was going to ask about Wilder. I sigh, not having a single clue about Wilder. Hawk, I can’t stand, that much I know, or at least cling to the knowledge of, but Wilder…

“If it’s possible, I’m even more confused about him. I mean, he wasyourfiancé, and I guess we were kinda friends before you, you know...disappeared. I don’t know why, but when you were gone, he took it upon himself to check in with me and keep me company. He’d listen to me rant about the guys and freak out over you...he was actually, sweet, almost.” I chuckle at the look of disbelief on Hadley’s face. “I know, I know. I can’t believe I’m using Wilder and sweet in the same sentence.”

I take a moment to think over the chaotic jumble of emotions I’ve felt toward Wilder over the last few weeks. “Then he went and beat up Deke, and I was furious with him. I still am. I didn’t ask him to do that, nor did I need him to. I can fight my own battles; I don’t need him stomping in here like a neanderthal and pissing all over what isn’t his.”

Hadley snorts, and we lapse into silence. I go back and forth trying to navigate my feelings for these two confusing men, before ultimately coming back to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter how convoluted my feelings for them are. I maintain that last night was the reckless, spontaneous last-hoorah I wanted before graduation. Wilder even said as much himself. Besides, I’m moving to Halston for college, and well, I’m not sure where they are all going next, but no doubt Hawk will go wherever Hadley goes, and who knows about Wilder.

“I’ve, uh, actually, been invited to go on tour with Death on a Matchstick this summer,” I begin hesitantly. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought, and maybe that’s why I’ve been feeling so restless here recently.

“No way, seriously?” Hadley gasps. “I didn’t even know you kept in touch with them.”

“They’ve sent me a few emails. Well, Axel and Jared have.”

“I can’t believe you’re only telling me this now.”

I chew on my bottom lip, still mulling over the decision, but ultimately, I think I’ve made it. If anything, last night and the confusing feelings I’m trying to sort through this morning just confirm it. “I wasn’t going to go, but…” I trail off with a small shrug. “Now I think I should. I’ve done nothing but study, and live in the small bubble that is Pacific Prep for the last four years, and I’m about to go to college and do the same thing. I think…I think I want to just enjoy life for a bit.”

Hadley nods. “You should. It would be good for you, besides, they’re hot as fuck. No sane person would turn down a chance to spend the summer with a rock band.”

I laugh at her words. “Right? I must have been crazy to question it.”

We sip on our coffees for a bit before I gather the courage to ask, “So, you’re not angry at me?”

She looks at me for a second, and I can’t read the expression on her face, but before I have time to panic, she’s engulfing me in a tight hug. “Never!”

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It’s exam week, which thankfully has made it easier for me to avoid Hawk and Wilder after our threesome. It’s not that I’m embarrassed or anything, it’s just that I’m fairly certain I can’t look either of them in the eye without remembering how their dicks felt inside me. Not without signaling to everyone within a ten foot radius, what we did. I have no control over the color of my cheeks. Zero. It wouldn’t take much of a guess for anyone to figure it out.

I’m drained, having just finished my last exam for today, and planning on heading back to my room to read through my notes a final time before tomorrow’s history exam, when Hawk comes storming in my direction down the hall. His face is screwed up in its characteristic scowl, and I feel very sorry for whatever poor sap has pissed him off.

Ducking my head, I plan for him to storm past me unnoticed, but of course my luck is not that good, and instead of ignoring me like he usually does, he uses his broad, muscular body to herd me into an empty classroom.

“What the hell?” I snap, momentarily forgetting about that pissed off glower of his.

He slams the door closed behind him, engaging the lock before he stalks toward me, even as I take frantic steps backward, away from him.

“Wh-what did I do?” My voice quivers slightly. I don’t think it will ever matter how close Hawk and I are, or how long I know him for, when he looks at me that way, it’s always going to send a shiver of fear up my spine.

My ass hits the desk behind me, and I wrap my sweaty palms around the edge of the tabletop, staring imploringly at Hawk. He closes the distance between us in two large steps, his lips slamming down on mine with bruising force. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth and his hand fists the front of my shirt, holding me still.

It takes me far longer than it should to realize what’s happening. To register the aggressive sweep of his tongue across mine, the sharp sting of his teeth in my lip. I let him dominate me for a minute—or three—before my brain kicks into action and I start pushing on his shoulders, trying to get him off me. It takes another minute still for him to unsuction his mouth from mine, and when he does, I can see his pupils are blown wide, and his lips are slightly swollen from our kiss.

He doesn’t give me a chance to unscramble my brain so I can put together a coherent sentence before he brushes his lips along my jaw, scraping the skin with his teeth. My chest is heaving, and even though I know I should be telling him to stop, I tilt my head to one side, granting him better access to my neck. He sucks and bites his way down my throat while his hands brush over my body in hurried motions, like he can’t decide where he wants them most. He brushes along my sides, squeezes my tits, strokes my thighs. The frenetic movements only serve to drive me wild, as I press myself against him.

“I don’t—what are we doing?”

His lips meet mine in another hungry kiss that steals the last of my common sense. “One more,” he growls, his voice a deep baritone that goes straight to my clit. “I just need to taste you one more time.”

He uses his large frame to push me back so my ass is perched on the edge of the desk. “Besides.” He lowers himself between my thighs, pushing them apart. “I hate the fact you came on his tongue and not mine.”

Holy Mary, if that doesn’t have my panties disintegrating.

His gaze zeros in on the space between my thighs as he pushes my skirt up, and his tongue flicks out to run along his lower lip. I stare mesmerized at the way it glistens, wanting desperately to suck it into my mouth.

Pushing my panties to the side, he smirks when he finds me already soaked, and lowering his head, he sweeps his tongue along my slit, making my head fall back and an obscene moan escape my parted lips.

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