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“I want to take you on a date.”
“Make a hat trick, and I’ll go on your date,” she grimaces. “No hat trick, and I get your truck for a week.”
“Only hat tricks, baby.”
“A jersey?
Summer is wearing Sampson’s jersey.
I grab the back of my jersey and pull it over my head,
“Take it off,” I demand. “You’re putting this on.”
“I can burn it for you,” I offer. “That sounds sacrilegious.” “Trust me, I’ve seen his jersey in more sinful places.”
“Good luck, Captain.” I stop her before she can walk away. “Come here and kiss me.”
“Kiss me or I’ll kiss you, and it won’t be PG.”
she places her hands on my shoulders to rise on tiptoes.
I’ll do anything for a date with Summer.
WE DO NOT have it in the bag.
Of course, I want it. I want her. Alone and all to myself.
“Rules are rules, baby.”
“You’re getting me wet.” “I’d hope so.”
“Two pump chump?” she teases with fake sympathy. “Happens to the best of us, buddy.”
“I just did.”
“Try keeping it down this time. The walls are too thin to drown out your moans.”
the look of disgust he aims at me.
“You would have never made a stupid decision like this if I was looking out for you.”
when he swaps you out for someone less emotionally wrecked. Though, if you want him to stick around, tell him who your dad is. That’ll make your baggage a lot easier to digest.”
I panic, turning so his kiss hits my cheek.
“I haven’t even looked at another girl since I’ve been with you.”
I already know what I want.”
His eyes flicker with an intense emotion,
“Some accounting major.”
what I would do to disrupt all her complicated plans and keep her mindlessly in bed with me.
“That it fosters healthy connections among growing boys?”
“In,” I say breathlessly. “You’re in.”
“Good answer.”
“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck.
“We both know I’m the only one taking it off.”
“You’re going to get fucked hard for that.”
“The only one filling you up is me.” He presses the head of his length along my wet core, and I shudder, every muscle in my body contracting. “The only name you’re screaming is mine—” “Screaming is a bit of a hyperbole,” I interrupt. “—and the only lap you’ll be sitting on is this one.” He looks down to where our hips meet and thrusts so deeply inside me, a scream rips from my throat. “Hyperbole, my ass.”
“You love it, don’t you?” His stormy eyes lock on mine. “You love when my eyes are on you while I fuck you.”
“You’re making a fucking mess, baby, dripping all over my cock.” He’s so deep, only our filthy noises soak the washroom air. “Did you miss me, Summer? Miss feeling me buried inside this tight little pussy?”
“Watch me, Summer. Look at what you do to me.” I whimper, and Aiden grips the underside of my thighs and edges them back to my stomach.
“Please don’t stop.” I bite down to keep from screaming. “I won’t.” The slapping of skin echoes around us,

