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“Trying to kill me, woman? I need a second to recover…but you don’t.” I squeal when he pulls out of me and flips me from my back onto my stomach. Holden pushes my ass into the air, spreads my thighs, and licks my clit while he holds me in place.

“Oh god!” I gasp because even though I’m sensitive after coming, I’m already begging for it. I rock my hips backward into him as he eats my pussy like a starving man.

“Holden,” I moan when a heavy palm comes down on my ass.

“Fuck, I could spend every moment of my life buried between these thighs, Rose. I want to die in this heaven, licking your sweet cunt until my last breath.” He growls, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. The next touch of his tongue to my clit has me crying out as I come hard.

I’m shaking, my pussy pulsing with aftershocks, when I feel the head of Holden’s cock pressing into me once again.

This time, he slides all the way in with one thrust, making us both groan. One hand grips my hair as he pulls my head back, and the other grips my hip tightly.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, and Holden growls.

“Never.”

We come, crying out the other’s name.

* * *

The drive back to school is long, and I spend a lot of it asleep. Holden wore me out.

When we reach the frat, Holden turns to me, frowning. I was smiling, excited to see everyone. Now my heart is racing.

“What's wrong?” I ask, and Holden sighs.

“They’re in bad shape.”

“Who?”

“Nash and Ren. First Nix, then you… Nash feels responsible, Ren is just…struggling. Go easy on them,” he says softly. I take Holden’s hand in mine and wait for him to look at me.

“I’m so sorry,” I say again, even though he says he already forgave me.

“Get in there. I think they both need you.”

CHAPTER FORTY NINE

“You” by Louyah

NASH

For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to fucking do with myself.

My best friend is dead. My girl is gone.

No, she was never my girl. Girls like Rose don’t end up with guys like me.

“Knock knock,” a petal soft voice says from my open doorway, and I look up and stare into the most beautiful hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. I sit up in bed and stare. Is she really here, or am I hallucinating… “Can I come in?” she asks, and I nod.

I don’t speak, I can’t. I just watch as she steps into my room and looks around nervously. She’s wearing jean shorts and a pink tank top with black vans.

She looks nothing like the woman I saw twelve weeks ago. She gained back the weight she lost. The bags under her eyes are gone, and her skin is flushed pink.

Even with the messy bun, she looks breathtaking.

“I need to apologize to you,” Rose sighs as she sits beside me on my bed. At first, she doesn’t meet my eyes, but when she does, I let out the breath I was holding.

“Where have you been?” I ask, my voice rough… I haven’t been talking much. Nothing to say, I guess.

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