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Instead of answering, I stood and picked up my textbook from the grass. “I need to study,” I mumbled and tucked the book under my arm. Kinley was turning into a hot girl and slipping away from me. It started at the beginning of the school year. Popular guys began flirting with her and asking her out. She’d already had two different boyfriends and made out with both of them.

I chanced a quick look at her pretty face. It was twisted up in anger and confusion. Or was it revulsion? Was she disgusted by the thought of me liking her? I’d never tell. I’d never say the words out loud. It would ruin everything.

When the seconds kept ticking by, and I still didn’t answer, Kinley’s eyes turned cold. “Fine, dork. Go and do your homework.” Then she stood and stomped off down the street, snapping my stupid heart in half.

13

Kinley

I lied in the dark, staring up at the ceiling, trying to talk myself out of doing something stupid. It was the last night of our trip. I was flying to Peru so fucking early in the morning, and everyone else was flying home. Jaxon and I had made it an entire week without breaking his cute little rules, but my red-hot desire was going to screw it up. The pressure building between my thighs made me almost sure of it.

But it was terrible timing. I shouldn’t cross this final line with my best friend just to run off to the jungle for three weeks. I shouldnot cross this line and then not tell him how I felt. It would be so worth it if he felt the same, but the day I told Jaxon Wood that I was in love with him, I wanted us glued to each other for a solid forty-eight hours afterward.

I glanced over at his silhouette in the dark, heart racing. He was still sleeping with his shirt on, even though I saw him naked in the shower the other day and had my mouth on his dick thirty minutes ago. For about two seconds, he’d protested, mumbling something about rules, then he’d buried his hands in my hair and succumbed to the pleasure.

Shit. I wanted to fuck Jaxon. I didn’t want his hands. I wanted his dick inside me. I wanted it so bad I couldn’t even think straight. We’d already messed around for a solid hour tonight. I’d had two orgasms, but I wasn’t satisfied.

J wasn’t either. He was pretending to be asleep, but I could feel him tossing and turning beside me.

Fuck it. Fuck it all. We’d already crossed a line, and we weren’t coming back from it. I slid out of my shorts and panties, then tugged my t-shirt off over my head. Next, I pressed my naked body into Jaxon’s back. Would he be pissed at me for breaking the rules? J loved his logic and his rules. I loved breaking them.

Jaxon let out a sharp breath. “K, are you… naked?”

“Maybe, J. Touch me and find out.”

Jaxon let out a nervous laugh. “I’m scared.” He reached one hand back without turning to look at me. He ran his fingers down my side and groaned. My skin tingled everywhere he touched me. “Fuuuuck. You’re so bad, K. This is against the rules.”

He flipped around to face me. I met his pained gaze and reached into his pants to grab his dick. “I don’t hear—feel— you complaining.” I bit my lip.

“Fuck. I’m not. Fuck. You’re so bad.” Jaxon’s hands were running wild all over my body. It felt fucking heavenly. Now his mouth was on my breasts. He sucked my left nipple and then moved to my right. “You’re so fucking naughty.”

“Do you want me, J?” I gasped. The anticipation made it hard to breathe.

He stopped sucking my breasts and gazed into my eyes. “I want you, K.”

“Then take me. Don’t think. Just do.”

The wild look in Jaxon’s eyes was so damn sexy. He pulled his t-shirt off, and I slid his pants down. “Shit, J. You’re so hot.” Jaxon looked damn good naked. I flipped on my lamp so I could see him better. Hell. Yes.

Jaxon kneeled above me, letting his eyes run up and down my body in the new light. “Condoms. I need a fucking condom. I didn’t bring any, but I’m going to lose my mind if I can’t fuck you right fucking now.” He did look half-crazed.

I pulled one from my nightstand drawer. I’d never had a guy in this bedroom, but I knew myself. I was a fan of sex and didn’t want to be caught high and dry in a moment of need. I prayed that Jaxon wouldn’t judge me and tossed him one.

He didn’t say a word, just tore it open and slid it onto his length. Jaxon hovered over me and gazed into my eyes. What was that look in his eyes now? It went past desire, but it wasn’t love, was it? Holy shit, was it love?

Jaxon pressed his lips against my collarbone and slid into me. “Fuck, baby. Mmm, you’re such a bad girl.”

It was hot, hearing my sweet J talking dirty, but part of me hated that he was calling me “bad girl.” He’d never joined our other friends in calling me Kinky Kinley, but was that how he saw me? Was that how he saw this? Just me being a slut? I couldn’t bear it if that’s what this was to him.

Jaxon paused his thrusting and gazed into my eyes for a second. He rolled us over so that I was on top and gently ran his hands through my hair. “You’re not bad. You’re a fucking angel, Kinley.”

I blinked in surprise, and my heart almost exploded into a big gooey love mess. I rolled my hips, thoroughly enjoying the way his fantastic big dick felt inside of me.

“Oooh, that’s good. You’re so good, Kinley. Damn, baby, that’s good.” Jaxon gripped my hips and closed his eyes while I worked my magic. He sat up, keeping me on his lap, and pressed his lips to mine. “Good girl, Kinley,” he whispered.

It was hot when he talked dirty to me, but the way he spoke to me now was soul-melting. Jaxon knew me better than anyone in the whole world. He knew I was more than a pretty face and a nice ass.

I rolled my hips in a rhythm that drove him wild. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing his palms into my back. Jaxon let out a soft moan and ducked his head to bury his face in my breasts.

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