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“Must be going around,” Logan said, ducking down and grabbing his shorts. “That’s why we’re home.”
“Sorry to kill the mood,” I said, turning away. “Just remember that you share this space with other people.”
When I returned to my room, I didn’t feel any satisfaction at confronting them. If anything, my self-righteous attitude made me feel evenmoreguilty since I had watched them all the way to completion. My heartbeat still pulsed in my cock, pounding like the drums in an upbeat song. My lust and desire was a physical thing, as real as the blood pumping through my veins.
It was one thing to hear them having sex, to know it was going on.
Seeing it was a completely different experience. Like I was apartof their erotic act, even if they didn’t know it.
I shook my head. I would take care of myself later, when everyone was asleep.
But I knew I would never be able to look at Sloane the same way again. Something had changed inside of me.
And the weirdest part of all? I didn’t see that as a bad thing.
35
Knox
“It was soawkward,” Sloane whined.
We were cuddling in bed that night, tucked under the covers in the darkness before falling asleep. Sloane was too embarrassed to have sex in this house after what had happened, and apologized profusely to me until I told her it was all good. But she was still mortified about getting caught by Roman.
“Yeah, that sucks,” I agreed.
“You’re supposed to be reassuring me!” she hissed.
“Think of it this way,” I tried. “These walls are thin. He’s certainly already heard us have sex before. So you have nothing to feel weird about.”
“That doesn’t reassure me at all! Now I’m going to be self-conscious about when we do it in a bedroom! Besides, this afternoon was different. He saw me naked.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, squeezing her tighter. “There’s nothing I can say except that Roman is a cool guy. He doesn’t hold grudges, and he bluntly tells you what he’s thinking. I chatted with him when I got home, and I can already tell this isn’t a big deal.”
“Easy for you to say. Roman didn’t catchyougetting railed by Logan.”
“If Roman caught me getting railed by Logan, things would bewaymore awkward around here.”
That finally made Sloane chuckle. “Shut up.”
“Youshut up.”
We had reached that cute period where we loved being around each other, and could tease each other without anyone’s feelings getting hurt. It was my favorite part of a relationship, when everything was still new and perfect.
Relationship. Was that what this was? Were we building the foundation of something stronger, something more permanent?
With Sloane in my arms as we fell asleep, I couldn’t bring myself to worry about it. Whatever this was, it was good, and that’s all that mattered to me.
The semester rolled on like that, with things that were routine and things that weren’t. I focused on my classes and went to practice. We sat in the video room attached to Coach’s office and reviewed footage of our opponents until my eyelids were heavy. I slept, I woke, I ate, I ran, I studied, and then I slept again.
And mixed in there, like the chocolate swirls in an otherwise healthy muffin, Sloane and I fucked like rabbits.
In the morning before practice.
In the morningafterpractice.
Before study hall in the evening, and when we turned out the lights at night.
Sometimes, Sloane was too sore to have sex, and instead dropped to her knees and drained me with only her mouth and fingers. Another time, after a marathon session on a lazy Sunday when we had nothing else on our schedule, I had to stop in the middle of the act because there was a sore spot on the tip of my penis from all the friction. A good problem to have.
