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I pushed off the bed and strolled to the table. "So, is this a date?"

"Yes." He smiled as he strolled around me to the opposite side of the table and pulled out a chair. "It may sound stupid, but I wanted us to have this..." My face twisted with confusion. "A date before we did anything."

"I love it, but why?" That also didn't seem like Trystan's style.

"Because I want this to be real and not some one-night fling before I leave." There was a rawness in his voice I'd never heard before, like he was offering up something fragile and vital.

"So, is it real?" My voice wavered. In all my fantasies about Trystan, I'd never let myself imagine past the physical - wanting more felt too dangerous, too likely to end in heartbreak.

"I guess that depends." His gaze held mine, and for once the cocky facade was gone, replaced by something achingly vulnerable. "On whether you want to be my girl or not..."

My heart slammed against my ribs. All my carefully constructed walls, my promises to myself about not getting attached, crumbled in the face of this unexpected tenderness. I nodded before I could overthink it, before fear could steal this moment. "Yes," I whispered, the word carrying the weight of every defense I was willing to lower for him.

"Then sit down and eat." He smirked, nodding to the chair in front of him. "So I can fuck my girlfriend after."

His girlfriend...

I washisgirlfriend.

Trystan West's girlfriend.

I sank into the chair, my legs unsteady. The word 'girlfriend' echoed in my mind. Since the first time I'd seen him, I'd fantasized more times than I could count about this moment, and it was even more perfect than I could have ever imagined. It just sucked that he was leaving tomorrow.

Chapter 16

Trystan

I'd planned every minute of this night. I wanted it to be perfect. To make her mine before I disappeared for eight weeks. To own every part of her body. But I knew we only had so much time, and I had to remind myself that she was a virgin. Plus, I wanted to leave her craving more, leaving her so desperate for more that she was obsessed with me.

However, I had a feeling I would be the one obsessed with Camryn Young.

Steam rose up, surrounding Cam and me as the hot water beat down on our naked skin.

Cam's fingertips traced patterns on my skin, each touch deliberate, questioning. Steam curled between us as her hands wandered lower, making every muscle tense in anticipation. When our eyes met, the playful glint in hers had transformed into something darker, hungrier. She was testing her power, and we both knew it.

My eyes lowered as a bead of water trailed over her delicate throat and down to her full tits, leaving a trail that was beggingme to lick it off her. Trying to maintain any sense of control with her standing in front of me naked, brushing her body against mine, touching me the way she was, was nearly impossible, and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin her first time or, even worse, hurt her unnecessarily. I'd never been with a virgin; it wasn't my thing, but it turned out Cam was one, and I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted anything.

Her hand wrapped around my cock, which had been painfully hard since I saw her standing in front of the stage, singing every word with me and moving her perfect hips to the music. It had been a while, and I was so worked up that I knew it wouldn't take much. I needed a pre-release so I could move at her speed without exploding in the first five minutes.

Dropping my head, I pressed my lips to her wet skin where that drop of water stopped and ran my tongue up her throat, following the trail it left, stopping at her ear. "On your knees, baby," I breathed against her neck before my teeth grazed the shell of her ear as she stroked me. A tiny shudder rolled through her.

With her eyes locked on mine, she sank to her knees as her hand stroked my length up and down, rolling her hand over my head. Fuck, her touch felt so good I almost didn't want to stop her, but I needed to see her lips wrapped around my cock as I pumped in and out of her.

My heart kicked up when she leaned forward, brushing her lips across my wide head and spreading my precum across her lips like it was ChapStick. I groaned when her tongue darted out, licking my cum from her lips and the tip of my cock at the same time. She was teasing me, and I was a hundred percent sure I was way too worked up for that.

"Open," I ordered, trying to sound like I wasn't about to explode on her lips. Wrapping her hand around my base, she opened, and I pushed into her mouth. My abs tightened, andI leaned forward, bracing myself on the wall as her wet heat surrounded me. I groaned when she ran her tongue along the bottom curve of my head.

Her hand stroked toward her mouth as she slid me in deep.

"Fuck," I grunted, bucking my hips forward as her hand and mouth worked together, finding a slow rhythm that worked with the suction of her tongue. She took me deep as she increased her speed, but it wasn’t enough; I needed more.

Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them over her head against the tile shower wall as I pumped in and out of her mouth, each thrust going deeper. My free hand slid behind her head to keep it from slamming against the wall as my speed increased. My entire body tensed with a shudder as I pushed to the back of her throat and moaned when her throat flexed with a gag around my cock. "Fuck, I'm..." I exploded into the back of her throat.

"Holy fuck," I breathed, releasing her hands as I pulled out of her throat.

Hooking my hands under her arms, I jerked her up, and my mouth crashed against hers, not giving her a chance to catch her breath as I lifted her, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I lifted her out of the shower, both of us dripping wet, and carried her out of the bathroom into the room and tumbling onto the bed. With Cam on her back and me on top, I let my weight press her into the mattress, and her legs fell to the bed, widening for me as I settled between them.

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