Page 127 of Zero Chance

Whew.I suddenly felt so much better.

“Called it.”Hudson lifted a hand to accept his victory as he turned his attention to his own meal.

“I need a hot, wet pussy to wrap around my cock until I forget what a sucky world this is, full of sucky people,” I claimed.

“Don’t we all,” Hudson echoed as he picked up his hamburger and took a bite, only to close his eyes and groan.“Damn,” he told us with a full mouth.“Now this is a fucking burger.Remind me to look up the cook after this and pick his brain for tips.”

Foster and I took our attention away from Ivey, knowing he’d be lost in his food for the foreseeable future, and I shoved my tray aside, no longer interested in eating, so I could drop my head face-down onto the table.“I need a pussy bad, y’all.”

“Aww, come on, Duggie,” Ivey encouraged, nudging my arm.“It can’t bethatbad.What’s the issue here?Can you not perform anymore or what?”

“What?”I looked up to send him a horrified shudder.“Of course, I can perform.Fuck you, man.That isnotthe problem.”

Hudson nodded, totally unfazed by my outrage.“Okay,” he murmured thoughtfully.“So you just can’t find a willing partner, anymore?I see now.All the women on campus have finally wised up to the fact that you’re a total douche nozzle.”

“Dude.”I scoffed.“You’re a…douche nozzle.”Then I groaned at myself because I hadn’t been able to think up a worthy comeback.“God.”Defeated, I plopped my elbows on the table and slapped a hand to my forehead.“What ishappeningto me?My sex-deprived brain can’t even come up with a decent insult to zing back at you.I need pussy—soon—or I’m going to cease to be…me.”

“Just how long has it been?”Foster asked.

I paused to think it through, only to panic because I didn’t automatically know the answer.That was bad.That was very, very bad.When I realized I hadn’t done anything with a woman since…Waverly, I swallowed in dread.

Fuck, this wasworsethan bad.This was doom.

She and I hadn’t had actual sex that night, but the blowjob she’d given me had been better than any vagina-to-penis intercourse I’d ever experienced, so I went ahead and counted it as sex-sex since we’d both come, and I answered with, “Two weeks.”

“Twoweeks?”Foster blinked at me as if I were insane.“Dude, before Raina, I went nine months without it, and I wasn’t as bad off as you are now.”

“Yeah, but think about itsinceyou’ve been with her andareused to getting it on the reg,” I countered, lifting my eyebrows meaningfully.“Nowtell me how long two weeks would feel for you?”

Foster grimaced and pulled back away from the idea.“Shit,” he gulped, not a fan.“That would suck.”

“Exactly,” I muttered.“I need some fucking sex.Today.”

“What about her?”Hudson said, wiping his face with a napkin before he nodded his chin across the room toward a chick at another table.“She’s got a nice rack.”

I glanced over, only to cast Hudson a disgusted glower because the woman was hot as hell, and yet she did nothing for me.Her breasts were actually too big for the mood I was in.I was craving the smaller ones with the big, responsive nipples that stabbed my tongue when I sucked them into my mouth and tasted like ripe, juicy berries.

And seriously, how was it right that I knew what Waverly’s nipples tasted like, yet I’d still never actuallyseenthem?It killed me that I had no idea what color they were.A bright, gleaming rose?A tempered, chocolatey brown?I did not like this mystery.I needed toknow.

Realizing both Ivey and Union were waiting for me to answer, I snorted at the girl Hudson had just suggested I hit up.“No thanks,” I grumbled.

“Wait, really?”Foster blinked at me in concern.“Are you feeling okay, Keene?”

Stretching his arm across the table, he reached for my forehead to check for a fever, but I ducked my face aside and scowled at him.“I’m fucking fine.”

“Clearly,” Hudson answered dryly before he nudged Foster’s elbows.“You know what his problem is, don’t you?”

“What’s that?”Foster asked.

“He got a taste for the blind box experience, and now, all he wants is his mystery girl again.”

“Hey, fuck you,” I muttered, glaring him down.“I’mnothooking up with her again.”

“Wait, what’s this?”Hudson leaned toward me with interest.“You’ve changed your tune from the last time I heard about your night of mistaken identities.What happened?Did you figure out who she was or something?”

“Dude.”Foster sent him a dismayed glance.“Where have you been?He’s known who she was since at least Monday or Tuesday.”

Last Wednesday, I silently corrected him.I’d known for exactly nine days now.But who was counting?

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