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“Colin,” she whispers, and the sound of my name on her lips is what spurs me to action. I lower my head and press my lips to hers, and she makes the sweetest sound in the world. A soft, desperate moan.
When our tongues meet, I feel like I’ve been struck by a Taser. A jolt of electricity sizzles right down to my dick. Fries my brain. Makes my hands shake.
And I don’t know if it’s intentional or not, but her foot nudges the edge of my towel, causing the terrycloth to slide to the floor.
Her mouth abruptly leaves mine. “Your dick’s out,” she informs me. I choke on a laugh. “Yup.” “Cool.” Humor colors her tone. “Just making sure you know.”
“Remember the night we met?” she murmurs. “When I teased you about showing me your dick?” A laugh slips out. “How could I forget?”
“You said you don’t go around showing it to just anyone.” “I don’t.” “So I’m special.” “Very much so.”
She slides her hand up and down a few times. And then she actually tugs me forward by the dick and crushes her lips against mine again.
When Summer rises to her feet, I pull her close and rest my chin on her shoulder. Still shaking from that climax. “I needed that,” I say hoarsely. “I know you did.”
She plants a kiss between my pecs and brings her hand back to my dick, petting it softly.
I break out in shivers. “You’re killing me.” Her laughter tickles my collarbone. “Sorry. I just really like touching you.” ...
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“Summer,” I say when she doesn’t move. “You gotta go. And you better do it fast, before the boys get in here and start pulling their dicks out.” She hesitates. “We need to finish this conversation.” “We will,” I promise. “At home.”
“Fuck off. She’s acting sweet and calm because we’ve got company. She’s a little terror in real life. Aren’t you, darlin’?” The baby gazes at her father with pure adoration.
Guilt sears into me. Fuck. I’m such an ass. That beautiful, amazing girl knelt on wet, uncomfortable tile for me tonight and rocked my world. I should be blowing up her phone with apologies right now.
“And that’s bad because?” Because I’ve never been so drawn to anyone and it kind of scares the shit out of me.
“No,” he agrees, before offering a dry smile. “But letting a chick go down on you in the locker room isn’t typical of you either, so… You must like her a helluva lot if you took that kind of risk tonight.”
He’s right. Stifling a groan, I drop my head in my hands for a long, torturous moment. “I’m in her orbit, man,” I mumble into my palms.
He chuckles. “So whatcha gonna do about it?” I lift my head. “I h...
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So I guess nobody talks about oral sex anymore? We just perform it on each other and hand out orgasms willy-nilly and it never gets discussed again? Is this the world we’re living in?
My row-mate Ben glances at me, sighs, and then returns his gaze to the front of the lecture hall. He’s grown accustomed to my cat-lady ramblings. I’m not certain if that’s a good thing or a bad one.
and both nights he’s come back around midnight and proclaimed to be SO TIRED when I tried to talk to him. You know what I have to say to that? Fuck you very much, Colin Fitzgerald.
BRENNA: Men are garbage ME: They’re pure trash BRENNA: Trash garbage
I still can’t quite explain it, but the man continues to creep me out.
Everyone else adores him, especially the girls. They laugh at all his jokes. They tolerate his winking disorder. And then there’s me, who leaves every encounter with him feeling like I need a shower.
I approach my professor. “Winter!” he teases.
It still bugs me that he calls her this and not her real name (Summer)
“Yeah, the weather’s shit here. What’s up, Boogers? What do you need?”
I love Dean
“What for?” he asks suspiciously. “I need models for my fashion show. I was hoping to recruit some hard bodies.”
He snorts in my ear. “If even one of them says yes, I expect a front-row ticket to the show so I can get my heckle on.”
“There’s no fucking way you’re going to a football house alone.” Horror drips from his every word. “Let me call one of my boys and ask them to meet you there. I was just texting with Hunter, so I know he’s around.”
But it’s not Hunter’s Range Rover that pulls up behind my Audi thirty minutes later. It’s Fitz’s beat-up sedan. My brother sent Fitz to meet me? Ha.
Fitz studies my face. His own expression is inscrutable. “Why were you eager to leave?” “Honestly? He makes me uncomfortable.”
“Always trust your gut, Summer. If something feels off, it usually is.”
“You saying you can’t eat pizza at noon? Boy, you can eat pizza whenever you want to eat pizza. Noon, midnight. Dinner time. Breakfast time. It’s fuckin’ pizza.”
“Doesn’t matter. Ain’t none of us gonna say no to a face like yours,” drawls C-Mac,
“Girl, for real. You could be asking me to let you wax my balls and I’d say yes.” This comes from Lockett, the smallest guy in the room.
“Oh.” I swallow my laughter. “Well. I mean, that’s a big commitment.” Rex snorts.
“What would we be modeling?” “Swimwear.” “Dibs on the Speedo!” Lockett says immediately. C-Mac’s hand shoots up. “Dibs on the thong.”
“I don’t need runway coaching,” Lockett interrupts. “I’ve watched America’s Next Top Model.” “Same,” Jules chimes in. “Tyra’s got nothing on me.”
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. Yup. These are exactly the guys I need.
It hit me pretty hard too, but I don’t say that out loud. Beau Maxwell played quarterback for Briar for three seasons and died in a car accident last year. After I’d heard the news, I’d locked myself in my room at the Kappa house and cried my eyes out.
Dean doesn’t know this, but Beau and I made out once. It was a stupid drunken thing, and we both swore we’d take it to the grave because neither of us wanted to deal with my brother’s wrath.
My heart squeezes painfully as I realize that Beau really did take ou...
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They don’t let me leave right away—first, each one has to swallow me up in a bear hug, while Fitz watches with resigned eyes.
