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My nails dug into the backs of his thighs as I held on while he used me the way he wanted. It felt good to let go and be his again. I’d missed this; I’d missed us.

“Fuck, Maddie,” he hissed as his cock jerked in my mouth. “You better swallow every fucking drop.” He pressed all the way inside my mouth and came with a guttural groan that I felt down to my toes.

I swallowed him down, taking as much as I could. When he pulled out of my mouth, his hand caught my chin. His eyes narrowed as he gathered the sticky, slick mess around my lips on his thumb and pushed it into my mouth.

I sucked his thumb clean, blinking away the last of the tears in my eyes. My makeup was probably trashed, but I didn’t care. I felt alive for the first time in weeks as I kneeled at Ryan’s feet.

He grinned at me while tracing my swollen lips with his finger. “Good girl.”

CHAPTER 28

MADDIE

When Ryan parked his car in the designated presidential spot at the frat house, I should’ve known that he and I wouldn’t be picking up where we left off. People were everywhere, the celebration of the Knights victory in full swing. A crowd greeted Ryan as soon as he opened the car door, and a beer was pressed into his hands.

And then a pretty girl with a perky set of double Ds propped up and on display in a low-cut shirt laid a hand on his chest.

I practically growled, a little on the feral side since being left hung out to dry in the locker room. Except not much drying had occurred on the short ride over. At this rate, I was going to have a major chafing issue from the soaked panties and wet denim rubbing me raw.

Not that I really cared too much; I could still taste Ryan on my tongue, and my body ached to finish what we’d started. Which was why seeing another girl throw herself at my guy, only a few feet in front of me, was making me feel all kinds of territorial.

I was seconds away from rounding the car and tearing the girl off him when he did it for me. He knocked her hand aside with a glare.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he ordered in a cold voice that made her stumble backward in her five-inch stilettos. His lip curled up in disgust as he brushed away whatever imaginary cooties she’d left on his shirt.

The girl tried to slink away, but Ryan apparently wasn’t done.

“Leave,” he snapped, and the crowd around him fell silent. The bass pumping through the speakers in the houses vibrated around us, like some ominous soundtrack to this girl’s humiliation.

I almost felt bad for her as I came around to Ryan’s side. He wound an arm around my waist and anchored me to his side, but his gaze was still fixed on the girl who was now desperately looking for an ally in the crowd.

Everyone stared at Ryan, me, or the ground.

“Do you need me to provide you with an escort?” Ryan added in a clipped tone.

She shook her head, her face pale. “No. I mean—I didn’t… I’ll leave you alone.”

“Too late,” he retorted. “You’ve annoyed me, and you’ve insulted my fiancée. Get the fuck out of here before I have you thrown out like the trash you are.”

I winced inwardly because damn.

She turned and fled down the driveway on wobbly legs.

“Wasn’t that a little harsh?” I whispered.

He shot me a look. “Let me ask you a question. If a guy came up to you or Bex and grabbed you without permission, would you be cool with it?”

“Absolutely not,” I replied immediately.

“Then why should a woman be able to touch me?” he countered.

He had a good point.

“You’re right,” I admitted.

His lips curved into a smug smile as he lifted the beer in his hand to his mouth while the hand on my back dipped to the swell of my ass.

Yeah, I was painfully aware of the wet spot between my legs, the damp fabric almost cold now as I moved.

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