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“Not possible,” I said, knowing full well it was not only possible but probable at this point.

The low sound of his chuckle pushed me closer to the edge.

“I see right through you, princess.” His hand moved down over my clothes to feel the outline of my hardening shaft. “Challenge accepted, despite how fucking obvious you are.”

I closed my eyes and turned my face into the now familiar woodsy scent of his neck. And proceeded to let him blast all thoughts of school, money, parents, or football clear out of my fucking head.

20

VAUGHN

I’d been sleeping with Bett for over a week. Every day, we’d shared at least one orgasm. When nighttime came, he’d found his way to my bed, whether I invited him there or not.

And I had invited him. More than once.

Once my sister had gotten my head on straight about the fellowship, and I’d stopped letting resentment color my judgment, it was hard not to like the guy.

Bett was smart and insightful. Funny as fuck. Sexy when he tried to be and even sexier when he wasn’t trying at all.

If you were going to be stuck in an exclusive… situationship… there were worse people to be stuck with.

We didn’t talk about it, didn’t go out of our way to see each other during the day, and we sure as shit didn’t text. Because this wasn’t a thing. It was fucking.

Even though we weren’t screwing around with anyone else, that didn’t mean we were dating.

We definitely weren’t.

In fact, the man was still getting hounded by his ex on the regular, and I was still flirting with women on campus, though I never took it further.

And it was… nice, actually. Having regular sex without having to work for it or worry that the person I was fucking was going to expect more from me than one night of hot sex. The nights were a little cooler now, too, since our mountain town was finally reaching true fall temperatures now that it was mid-October, so it wasn’t a bad thing to have a little extra warmth in bed.

Bett seemed to be making the most of the situation, too.

He’d performed well during his away game last weekend at Bower, but the team had still lost, leaving him pissy and petulant. And while I’d wanted to fuck the bad attitude out of him, he was still resistant to the idea, so I’d settled for edging him for two hours before finally letting him come. By that point, I wasn’t sure whether he even remembered his own name, much less the score of any of his games.

Yeah, definitely making the most of the situation.

Then, when he was almost completely asleep that night, he’d mumbled something almost incoherent.

“Mm?” I’d gathered him closer to keep him from falling out of the narrow bed.

“I said maybe… maybe you can fuck me sometime.”

He’d fallen asleep immediately after floating the idea, but the words had acted like an electric shock to my libido, thickening my cock impossibly fast, considering how hard I’d just come.

Instead of begging him to repeat the suggestion the following day, I’d played it cool. Waited for him to bring it up.

But he hadn’t.

And now it was Thursday, and I was crawling out of my skin with the need to get inside him. My dick was perpetually half-hard just thinking about it, planning different scenarios for how I could bring it up. So when I approached our room and heard girly giggling coming from inside, it felt like a punch to the dick.

Is he seriously breaking his own exclusivity rule? The idea stole my breath. I was angry, but I was also… fuck. It didn’t matter what else I felt.

I banged into the room⁠—

And found my sister sitting in Bett’s desk chair while Tabitha flicked through his closet, either making fun of his douchey clothes or helping him pick something to wear.

How did I not recognize their laughter? What the fuck was wrong with me?