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My hands fist his hair, mussing it up as he quickly sends me shooting toward the stars, and it’s not long before I’m coming around his tongue. He laps it up, humming his satisfaction, and when he’s done, he gets to his feet, grabs a hold of my hips and spins me.

“Hands on the table,” he grunts.

Doing as he says, I turn to look over my shoulder as he lifts himself out of his boxers. Flipping my skirt up, he positions himself at my entrance and meets my gaze as he sinks into me. His fingers dig into the flesh beneath my skirt, and he sets a fast rhythm that has me gripping the sides of the desk for leverage.

When his hand comes down on my ass cheek, I gasp, quickly followed by a moan as he rubs the sting out.

“Fuck, you love that, don’t you?” His words are barely more than a grunt as he hammers into me, delivering another painful sting that has me gushing as I cry out. “Who knew you were such a dirty girl.”

I can feel my orgasm building within me, and when he moves to rub my clit in time to his thrusts, I lose all control, coming so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if any lingering students in the hallway didn’t hear me.

Hawk is right behind me, and I feel his cum filling me up, his hips holding me flush against him as I collapse against the table. We stay like that, both of us breathing heavily, until Hawk pulls out, fixing my panties back in place, and flicking down my skirt before he tucks himself away.

When I turn around, my legs are still shaky, and I have to lean against the desk for support. I stare up at him, unsure what to say or do.

“That was the last time.”

I’m not sure if he’s telling me that, or himself, but I nod in agreement. There wasn’t even supposed to be a second time—not that I’m complaining. With one last contemplative frown, he turns on his heel and strides out of the room, and I watch him go, repeating his words as a reminder to myself. That was the last time.

Chapter 11

Angel:Sorry, I can’t tonight. Have to pack.

I frown at Emilia’s response, getting pissed off that she’s been blowing me off all week. Exams are officially over, which means she has no more excuses for ignoring me. And yet, she is. Fucking hell, if I’d known sleeping with her was going to result in this then I wouldn’t...nope, I can’t bring myself to regret it. I definitely would have still fucked her. It was way too fucking good. I’m not personally one for threesomes. I prefer to be the only one making a girl come, but holy shit do Hawk and I make an excellent team. Emilia was boneless, looking like she was in fucking Nirvana by the time we were done. I haven’t been able to get the blissed-out expression when she came out of my mind, or forget the snug feel of her ass as it practically pulled the cum out of me. It was the perfect fit...almost as though she was made for me. If I thought the couple of stolen kisses were enough to have me intrigued, it’s nothing compared to how it felt laying claim to all of her. I want to do it all over again. Ineedto.

I don’t know what this curiosity and sudden fascination I have with her is all about. It snuck up on me, out of nowhere, and walloped me over the head. One day she was just a friend, and the next I found the way she chewed on her nails while she did her homework, endearing. Along with the small dimple in her chin when she laughs. And the sparkle she gets in her eyes that tells me that despite her quiet, studious persona, she craves a life of adventure. I want more. I need more. And goddammit, I’m not going to let her hide from me any longer!

I jump off the bed, determined to go over there and make her see exactly what she’s missing out on. I know if I can just get her to stop panicking over what the three of us did, I can get her to see the real potential between us. I head down the stairs and over to the girls’ dorms, rapping my knuckles against her door.

I can already see the protest forming on her lips when she opens the door and sees me standing there, but I don’t give her the time to chew me out. I launch myself at her, crashing my lips against hers like she’s the fucking oxygen I need to breathe. Slamming the door shut behind me, I push her backward until we both go tumbling down on her bed. I can feel her pushing against my shoulders, even as her tongue duels with mine, but I don’t let up. I wedge myself between her thighs and grind my seriously fucking hard erection against the thin cotton of her sleep shorts.Holy shitballs, she feels so fucking good pressed against me.

I wedge my hands between our bodies, tugging on her sleep shorts until they're far enough down that I can feel how wet she is.Knew it.She can protest all she wants, but she’s as addicted to my dick as I am to her pussy. Pushing my own sweats down, I waste no time slamming into her.

“Fucking hell, Wilder,” she snarls, but there’s no heat behind her words, and she struggles to maintain her glower as I sink into her again. Color rises in her cheeks, and soft moans tumble from her lips as I coax an orgasm out of her, her whole body tensing beneath mine as she cries out. I drink in every second of her ecstasy, and only then do I let myself finish, grunting as I coat her inner walls with my cum.

I see the moment the last of the euphoria from her orgasm ebs, because her features harden. She starts to push on my shoulders, trying to get me to lift off her, and the move, along with her pissed off glare, has my own anger surfacing.

“Get off me, Wilder. I need to clean myself up.”

“No.” The word is a deep, barely human snarl that has her freezing beneath me, her eyes widening. “We’re going to stay here until I can fuck you into realizing this is not a one-time thing.”

She purses her lips together, but her eyes soften slightly. She takes a second before saying, “Wilder,” in such a way that makes it sound like she’s trying to reason with a five-year-old. “This can’t happen again. I’m heading off to college. I can’t…”

She trails off, and I see the confusion in her eyes. I take my time, studying her until I see everything she’s feeling but doesn’t know how to say. She wants me, but she doesn’t know how to make that a reality without giving up her dreams. That’s okay, though. I’m not asking her to give anything up. We have all summer to explore whatever this is. That’s enough...for now.

After a long moment, I relent. “Alright. Sure. If that’s what you want.” There’s no point in arguing with her now. She’s going to shoot down anything I say, but if I come up with a plan and show her how invested I am, she’ll have to take me seriously.

She raises an eyebrow at me in question. “You’re sure? You’re not upset?”

“Not at all. I completely understand...anyway.” I finally pull out of her and tuck myself away while she fixes herself. “I should probably get started on packing myself. Lots to do.”

Barely sparing her a glance, I head out the door, intent on coming up with a kickass plan that she can’t refute, because one thing is for fucking sure, that wasnotthe last time I’m going to be balls deep inside her.

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I spot her the second she enters the hall, dressed in a simple black dress that hugs her curves before falling to the floor, making her look absolutely radiant. Okay, so I may have been watching the door, waiting for her to arrive. Flattening my hand over the front of my shirt, I ignore the jitter of nerves in my stomach as I push through the crowd of students. Tonight’s the end of year dance, and the dining hall is already packed with students, dressed to the nines, but I only have eyes for Emilia as I make a beeline for her. Her eyes widen at my approach, and I don’t miss the flare of heat in them as her gaze drops to take in my suit, before she quickly covers it.

“You look incredible.” Her cheeks pinken under my compliment.

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