Co-Ed(43)

My body tingled and shook with awareness. So close… I just had to move a few inches… He rubbed against me, driving me crazy. He was all velvet heat, and I was more than ready to invite him in.

He kissed me harder, deeper. I was lost in his taste, in the way his hair felt wrapped around my fingers as I moved on top of him. His hands left my back as the sound of a condom wrapper tearing filled the air. There wasn’t any fumbling, no laughing, just desperation on both our parts as he broke away from me. I licked my lips in anticipation.

A click then total silence came from the main room. The TV had been turned off.

“Hey…” A knock sounded on the door. “…you guys back yet?”

Knox’s chest heaved as he slowly shook his head at me.

I nodded and grabbed the condom. I unrolled it and slowly sheathed him.

He gritted his teeth as I moved my hand up and down lightly and winked.

“Guys?” Slater called again.

Knox bit down on his lip so hard it turned white.

With one fluid movement, he gripped me by the hips and slid me down onto him. There had been no warning, only complete fullness that had me opening my mouth on a scream.

He clapped a hand over my mouth and moved.

I felt my eyes roll back as my body responded. I gripped his shoulders while Slater stood on the other side of the door.

“Guys?” He knocked again.

Knox moved faster then pulled out and jerked me into his arms. He walked me backward toward the very door where Slater was, no doubt, still standing. My eyes must have been wide because he smirked like it was the funniest thing he’d ever seen, and when he pressed my bare ass against the wood and entered me, shoving me harder against the door, I almost kicked him. My lips parted again. I’d never had to be quiet before. I didn’t think I could now.

But this time I had no choice.

And it felt so good I wanted the world to know that it was Knox doing this, only Knox.

My legs shook as pleasure built between us, nearly combusting when Knox kissed down my neck only to come back to my mouth and swallow my next whimper as if he knew I’d been about to lose it.

And when the sound of footsteps retreating filled the empty space behind the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. Knox clenched his teeth. I was so close, yet impressed that it had been three years, but the guy had the stamina of a rock star.

“Remember,” he panted, “no screams.”

“And…” I moaned as he went deeper, making my vision momentarily blur as my body tightened then gave and adjusted to him. “…if I have to?”

“Death.” He chuckled and slowed his thrusts, driving me crazy. I pounded my fist against his chest.

“You’re stopping why?”

“Eh, just building up your climax, Shower Girl.” He winked. “Lean back.”

“What?”

He sat me on the desk and pushed me back. “Over the desk, lean backward at an angle.”

Then I lost all consciousness, or it felt like it, when our bodies slid together, and with his fingers, he thoroughly explored unknown territory, according to my last ex-boyfriend, whose idea of sex was two minutes long and a nice high-five afterward.

“Knox—” I clamped my teeth together. “—I—”

He slammed his mouth against mine, and I greedily took all I could get, ripping at his hair and pulling him hard against me as wave after wave rocked through my core like a category-12 tsunami. My legs turned to complete jelly when he followed and whispered with a dark promise, “Round one, position two… give me forty minutes. Oh, and Shower Girl? Better hydrate.”





Chapter Thirty


Knox

“Does this mean I get to cut your hair now?” Shawn murmured sleepily.

My body was tight in all the right places. My muscles ached, and all I wanted was a nice massage and a few more rounds before Slater murdered me for screwing his roommate.

I knew exactly how that conversation would go.

Which meant we couldn’t tell him.

Not if I wanted to stay alive.

And not if I wanted to keep my past in the past.

“I might make you work for it a bit more,” I teased, running my hands through her thick hair, giving it a tug and examining how it glistened against her warm mocha skin. Touching her was necessary; my fingers itched with the need to caress every damn time I saw her.

And I would never tell her the effect she had on me. Because it would put the ball in her court. She’d be the favorite to win whatever game this was, and the last time I gave it all…

I’d lost it all.

“You all right?” Shawn turned on her side and faced me, her eyes searching mine. “Or are you just trying to find a polite way to send me back to my room?”

I frowned. “You do realize we have about five minutes before the guys come barging in here, right?”

Her smile fell.

I wrapped my arms around her tighter. “Stay the night.”

“Pretty sure my mom warned me about threesomes…”

I tilted my head. “Wow, progressive mom.”

She blushed. “Okay, maybe not my mom, but you know, books, society, humans— Sharing isn’t caring, at least not in my book.”

“Look at me.” I gripped her chin and gazed deep into her eyes. “I wouldn’t share you with them if they were both being held at gunpoint.”