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“I’ve never experienced anything close to this,” she said softly. “But…there’s still some stuff I need to—I’ll think about it. I promise.”
CHAPTER 85
JUNE
UNKNOWN NUMBER
My football friendstried to convince me to come to seniors’ night. It was the annual tradition of the team to have a banquet celebrating the end of the summer. I’d spent so much more time with my football friends to rebuild those relationships, but I had other plans tonight. I had a gaming session with my boyfriend. Comfy sweats, no makeup, and I made us a little taco bar for the perfect night at home.
I dug a chip into the guac. “How do I turn the machine-thingy on?”
“I got it.” Bear stretched out on the couch until his head was in my lap. “If I didn’t love you already, I’d fall in love all over again with this salsa.”
“Fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
“You took the shortcut with my dick.”
I rolled my eyes, glancing down at that smug hockey player, so proud of his joke. With his cute, swept-back hair and raised eyebrows, daring me to say it wasn’t funny. His warm brown eyes trailing down my face?—
“I know what that look is,” I said.
He slipped a hand under my shirt. “Huh?”
“We’re gaming, I’m in sweatpants, I didn’t wash my hair?—”
“You’re so sexy. Fuck, I just want to bite you.”
I flushed. “What’s up with you and biting?”
He tugged my shirt up and pressed his lips to my stomach. “I like making you wait for it. Scraping my teeth on your skin and listening to you grabbing the blankets in anticipation, it gets me hard. I like that you can’t get off from me just biting you, so you grind on my hand or rub your thighs together, and you smell really good because you’re turned on.” He kissed me again, nuzzling me. “I like marking you as mine.”
I swallowed. “Yeah?”
He rolled up, relaxing on the couch away from me. “Uh-huh.”
“Bear.”
“Huh?”
“We’re not…?”
“I have more to offer than my dick—is that why you made me tacos? To get in my pants?”
My phone buzzed from the kitchen as I got up on my knees. I grabbed a throw pillow and smacked him on the shoulder with it. “You piss me off?—”
He grabbed me by my wrist, laughing. “Beg for it.”
“I’ll lock you out of the dorm?—”
“I’d love to see you try. I saw you struggle to carry tools at the Colo, you can’t shove me out.” He tugged me closer until he had me hovering above him. “How about we try cock warming again?”
“Hell no. You wouldn’t play fair.”
“You don’t,” he murmured against my lips, kissing me. “So why would I?”
My phone buzzed over and over again from the kitchen and Bear finally released me, so damn smug. I sighed in exasperation on my way to check my messages. “You’re an asshole.”
“Tell me that when you’re on my lap.”
