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  “Touch your tits for me, Angel. Rub your nipples. Pinch them.”

  I do as he says, liking his orders, and the second I pinch my hard nipples, sensations rocket through me, and my eyes widen as an orgasm approaches. “There you go,” he says and slides a hand between our bodies to apply pressure to my clit.

  “Oh,” I moan, my eyes now rolling around in my head. He chuckles but it sounds pained as he continues to pump into me. He lowers himself and braces one arm on the bed beside me. As he uses hard, blunt strokes, movements not meant to finesse, but rather get the job done, I am almost certain I’m fucked. Of course I’m not referring to our physical joining. I’m thinking this guy might be ruining me for anyone else.

  I’ll worry about that tomorrow, though. Right now, as pleasure gathers in every nerve, my body totally alive, I can’t think, I can only feel. His hips piston into me as he flicks my clit, and I play with my nipples and suddenly my body burns, and pleasure moves rapidly through me until I’m coming around his cock.

  “Angel,” he growls as my muscles squeeze around him and he throws his head back, claiming his own orgasm. I concentrate on the pulsing between my legs, both his and mine, and revel in the euphoric lightheadedness of my brain. I briefly close my eyes as we ride our release and when our bodies stop spasming, he falls over me, pinning me with his impressive weight.

  He rolls to the side, taking me with him. Our bodies are warm and damp and oh so sated, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to use my legs again. What the hell. Legs are overrated, anyway. I open one eye and peek at him, completely angry with myself. I mean, I heard sex was awesome. Peyton told me numerous times what I was missing out on, but come on, this, what we did here, makes my piddly little one-handed climaxes a total bore. I should have jumped into sex headfirst the second I arrived my freshman year.

  He rolls to his other side, and I hear a snap as he removes his condom. A second later, he’s facing me again, his hand is between my legs again, and for a second I think he’s already up for round two, but no, he’s actually wiping me with some tissues. A hard shiver wracks my body.

  “Cold?” he asks.

  “A bit.” It’s a lie, but I’m not about to let him know this was pretty emotional for me, and that it’s possible I could fall for the first guy to touch me.

  “I’ll get you a T-shirt.” He jumps up and heads to his dresser.

  He grabs me a shirt from his dresser, and comes back to bed. I sit up, and he slides it over my head. As I breathe in the scent on him, my damn heart squeezes tight.

  Could the guy be any sweeter?

  Okay, come on, girlfriend. Get your shit together. You can’t fall for this guy. He says something to me, a grunt of sorts and I can’t quite decipher it. Is he asking me to leave? Oh, God, he probably is. I start to get up and go, when one thick arm falls over me, dragging me into his body. He buries his face in my hair and… Wait, did he just sniff me?

  Maybe he did and who am I to judge, right? As I come down from my post-orgasmic bliss, my brain cells start working again. I consider where my dress is, and the most efficient way to get into it and out of his room.

  Oh, shit.

  I’ll have to do the walk of shame. I cringe and curl tighter against him, not wanting to move. He mumbles something else, and the next thing I know his breathing has changed. How could he possibly fall asleep so fast, especially when my brain is racing a million miles an hour? Oh, because he’s had sex numerous times and this is his M.O.

  The party is still going strong, and my sister is down there. Not that it’s any of her business, but she sort of made it clear that she was after Landon. Shit. Did I cross a line, claim someone that she wanted first? Although, I’ve wanted Landon for a long time. Then again, how would she know that? Worry moves into my gut, and my muscles tighten. Did I make a huge mistake here?

  Laughter rises up from downstairs making me painfully aware of my near nakedness, that I slept with a football player—had a one-night hook up with a guy I have to tutor for the next couple months. And I don’t even like football players, right?

  I try to shimmy away, but he pulls me back. Wait, is he sleeping or not? And why is he keeping me here. I know their reputations. Women do not stay over. I settle myself for the time being and a plan comes together. Wait until everyone is gone, sneak out under the cover of darkness and pretend this never happened. It’s a good plan, right? Solid.

  If I follow it carefully, nothing can go wrong.

  6

  Landon

  I peel one eye open and then another. For a second, I’m confused. Who the hell is in my bed? I never let anyone stay over. Never. The fog clears from my brain, and my body ignites as memories come rushing back. I glance at the woman beside me. She’s anything but ‘anyone.’ Goddammit, I loved walking into my room and finding her in here. She was snooping, but the second my lips touched hers, it was clear what she really wanted. Hell, what we both wanted.

  As she sleeps soundly beside me, I shove the blankets off and take note of my Angel’s phone on the nightstand. I chuckle quietly. I’m glad that Ella has a friend who watches out for her, but now she has me, and I’m going to make it my mission to make sure she’s always safe and always in good hands—my hands—and stays away from that asshole Cameron.

  I push to my feet, and nearly fall to my death when I trip on my shoes. “Jesus,” I mumble, and glance over my shoulder, not wanting to wake sleeping beauty. My pulse picks up when she makes a moaning sound and curls deeper into her pillow. That’s when another thought hits me. Fuck. I grip my hair and tug. I’d have to be a total idiot to not know that she’d given me her virginity last night. The second I felt that barrier, the tightening of her body, two things happened. One, I fucking hated myself for taking it. And two, I realized that I was the guy she gifted it to and I don’t take that lightly. The truth is, the freshman hazing game always made me sick, and I would never want to trick anyone into giving me something so precious. Sure there’s crazy chemistry between us, but if she’d held on to it this long, it must have meant a great deal to her, right? So why me? Why did she give me something she’s been holding on to for so long? I’m not even certain I deserve it, but somehow, some way, I’m going to let her know what it means to me.

  I tip toe to the door, and tug it open. The hall is as dark as my room, and I quietly make my way to the bathroom. It’s the middle of the night and I have no idea what time the party died down, I’m just glad the place cleared out. I don’t want Ella feeling any kind of shame when she leaves here tomorrow—after I cook her breakfast.

  I take care of business in the bathroom, and head back to my room. I shut the door, and snuggle in next to my sweet virgin. Of course, she’s not a virgin anymore, but I shouldn’t be too hard on myself. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I slide my hand around her body, loving that she’s naked in my bed. I guess she must have tossed off my T-shirt. Unable to help myself, I brush my finger over her nipple, and she makes a cooing sound in her sleep.

  My dick instantly thickens, and I’m hoping she’s not too sore for another round. “Hey,” I whisper into her ear, and she makes a sexy, sleepy sound and turns my way. Fuck, I wish I could turn the light on and see her but at this point it would blind us both. Come morning, however, I plan to look my fill at her beautiful body. I’m about to ask her if she can take me again, or if she’s too sore, when her long, sleek arms curl around my neck.

  I lean into her, and pull her under my body as my lips find hers for a slow, wake-up kiss. Our tongues tangle, and this time around she tastes like beer. I hadn’t noticed that earlier. Probably because I’d been drinking myself, or maybe she got up after I fell asleep and partied a little. Although that does seem out of character for her. As if knowing my body now, and what I’m about to do, she wraps her legs around my back, in much the same way I’d positioned her earlier. She’s a fast learner, I’ll give her that.

  She moans into my mouth and my dick is so hard, I can’t wait to get inside her, but I nee
d to make sure she’s ready for me. I shift to the side, and run my hands down the sides of her neck, stopping to cup her breasts, and then go lower, until I find heaven. With a gentle touch, I brush her clit, and her moans grow louder. Damn I like how responsive she is. I expected her to be a little sore, but she’s not acting like anything hurts, and with the way she’s writhing, encouraging me, I dip a finger inside her.

  “Yes,” she murmurs, her voice a low sleepy murmur that’s hard to recognize. Her hips lift and she bucks against my finger, and she’s so hot for it, I slide in another. I kiss the soft creamy flesh on her neck and go lower to take her nipple into my mouth. Her hands curl through my hair and she arches into me. Her moans grow louder, unabashed, wanton, without any sort of shyness, and I swear to God, it’s the nicest sound I’ve ever heard.

  “Fuck yeah,” I say. “Take what you need. You are so sexy when you let go.” I nibble on her hard buds, and a whimpering cry fills the air. My God, I’m damn near ready to explode just from seeing her like this, from giving her pleasure. In no time at all, her hot pussy quivers around my fingers as she climaxes. She clenches tightly, her hot heat dripping down my palm. My blood boils, as one thought fills my mind—get your cock inside her.

  Her spasms stop and I pull my fingers from her pussy, to grab a condom from my nightstand. I rip into the condom, and in the dark I sheathe myself. Once I’m suited up, she pulls me to her, and widens her legs for me as she cups my ass, to pull me inside. I push inside, and as she moves her hips, something tugs at me, something that is just out of reach.

  Ignoring that one brain cell trying to tell me something, I fuck the shy girl who had enough balls to show up at the party after we all heard her private conversation. I totally admire her grit. What will the guys think when they find out I fucked her? Not that I care. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true. If she’s going to be my girl, I want them to like her.

  My girl.

  Fuck, maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. But I’ll think about that later. Ella pulls my mouth to hers and I kiss the hell out of her. Our mouths eat at each other like we’re starved, and she nibbles on my lip, hard enough to leave it bruised and swollen. Wow, what has gotten into her. She’s a little wilder, a little more brazen in her half-awake state. I don’t hate it. It’s just different, that’s all.

  I slide in and out of her, my balls tight, eager for release as she meets each thrust, with a hard one of her own. I want to go slow, want to take it easy on her in case she’s sore but that doesn’t seem to be what she wants. Long nails scrape over my back, a little harder than she did earlier, and once again, something niggles in the back of my brain.

  Taking me by surprise, she pushes on my chest, and rolls me under her. All right, I can get behind this, or rather under this. She sits on my dick, and I grip her soft round hips as she lifts herself on and off of my fat dick, riding me like I’m her damn stallion.

  “That’s it,” I growl and cup her breasts, squeezing her nipples with my fingers. She throws her head back, her hair spilling over her shoulders as sensations pool between my legs. “I’m close,” I say, my voice rough and desperate. She makes a whimpering sound and falls forward. Her teeth tug my lower lip as she gyrates, rubbing her clit on my pelvis, and I slide a finger between our bodies to help her along.

  “Landon, yes,” she cries out, her voice low and full of need as lust pounds in my ears, making it hard to hear anything clearly. She moves against me, and I let out a deep groan, barely able to hold on. She sits up a bit, and runs her hands over my chest and stomach like she can’t get enough of me, and I fucking love it. Intense pleasure spreads through me, and I wish I could have tasted her again. I want her sweet flavor on my tongue. I want to taste her in class tomorrow, and after practice. I want to taste her until I can have her again, because dammit, I want more than a one-night hook up. I just pray to fuck she wants the same, otherwise our tutoring sessions are going to be pretty damn awkward.

  Her muscles squeeze around my cock, and I wonder what the fuck is wrong with me, because I can usually hang on a lot longer. But none of those girls were Ella. I know she’s special, and I’m the luckiest goddamn guy in the world to have this night with her. The first of many, I hope.

  “Oh my God,” she cries out, loud enough to wake Brady, since he’s just on the other side of the damn wall. He’s likely out cold though, and probably has some girl in his bed. Unlike me, he doesn’t mind sleepovers, and come morning there could be more than just one girl exiting his room. Like I said, we’re man whores, and some of us are far too proud of that, but Ella could definitely make me change my ways.

  I slide my hands around her waist, as an orgasm rips through me, and I clench down on my jaw as I ride out the pleasure. I gasp for breath, and her breathing seems just as labored as she falls over me, resting her cheek against my chest. My heart pounds against her face, and she makes a soft, sigh of contentment as she circles my nipple.

  We stay in that position until I grow flaccid, and I roll her to her side and pull out. “Give me a second,” I say and tug off my condom. That’s when my damn heart comes to a roaring halt. Fuck, the rubber broke. Panic invades my gut. I never have sex without a condom, and I’ve never had one break before. Jesus, I hope she’s on the pill. She was a virgin so I know she’s clean. I’m clean too.

  I dispose of it, and wipe myself down. I grab a few tissues for Ella, and she’s on her back when I slide in next to her. I wipe her clean and her soft breathing sounds curl around me. I toss the tissues into the garbage can, and she’s facing away from me by the time I get back into bed.

  “Are you on the pill?” I ask, my voice low, my mouth near her ear.

  She goes stiff. “Why?” she asks, her voice husky and low.

  “Condom broke. Sorry about that, but I’m clean and I know you’re clean.”

  She goes quiet for a long time, so long I wonder if she’s okay, and if I need to apologize a million times. I can almost hear her brain working as she sorts through this situation. Then suddenly by small degrees her body relaxes, and she takes my arm and pulls it around her. “We’re good,” she whispers.

  My heart slows. Thank fuck. I am so not ready for kids. It’s not that I don’t like them. I do. I have nieces and nephews. I just have a career to think about. I spent my whole life working my ass off to get into the NFL, and I can’t let one broken condom interfere with my future. Plus, my father would kick my ass all the way from his car dealership to Mom’s church. Mom would be mortified, to be honest, and expect me to do the right thing, but once again I’m getting ahead of myself and Ella just told me we were good, and I trust her.

  Trust.

  Such a funny thing. For the first time in a long time, I get the sense that Ella is with me, not because I’m a baller but because we had a real connection, and she saw the man beneath the uniform. Okay, it’s true, I don’t know her really, but I want to get to know the girl beneath the overalls more. With that last thought racing around in my brain, I press a kiss to Ella’s shoulder, and breathe in her scent. Odd, she no longer smells like sweet vanilla. Maybe she did get up and party, and maybe she showered before crawling back into bed with me. That would be odd, but I don’t think Ella is like the girls I’m used to.

  As I drift off, I hear a noise from behind me, a door opening, or something. I’m too goddamn tired to peel my eyes open, and maybe I’m just hearing things. It’s probably one of Brady’s girls trying to find the bathroom. Wait, are those footsteps in my room? I try to turn, I want to turn, but my body just won’t move, and that would mean untangling myself from Ella and waking her. After all that sex, she needs her sleep and after yesterday’s brutal game, and fucking this gorgeous beauty beside me, I have zero energy to expel.

  “Wrong room,” I groan in my semi-sleep state. The footsteps come to an abrupt halt, and I take a deep breath, sleep pulling me under.

  “What’s going on?” Ella mumbles from beside me and I hear a small gasp, or a shriek or some kind of girly sound from
behind me. Obviously she accidently stumbled into the wrong room. The steps go completely still, and just when I think we’re alone again, something clunks on my nightstand.

  “Go away,” I say, and Ella groans. “Not you.” I clarify and pull her in tighter. A second later, my door slams shut with a little more force than necessary. What the fuck? Oh well, I don’t know who it was, nor do I care—and now they know it too.

  7

  Ella

  I kick the blankets off and rub my eyes as I glance around the room. As the world comes into view, a knot tightens in my stomach and I bite my damn lip and work to keep the tears from coming.

  What have I done?

  I put my feet on the floor to ground myself, and my stupid brain races back to last night—to Landon. My God, I had sex with Landon and I liked it. A lot. Too much. While I knew it was just sex, nothing more—and that today I was going to pretend it never even happened—there’s a ridiculous, girly part of me that loved the tender way he touched me. I never should have had sex with him. Never. You know what else I never should have done.

  Gone back for my phone!

  Yeah, then maybe I never would have known he slept with Ivy after me, and I could have lived in happy ignorant happy bliss for the rest of my life. “God,” I say and let loose an agonized moan. Peyton pokes her head into my room.

  Her smile drops when she takes one look at me. “Oh, shit,” she says, and crosses the room. She drops down onto the bed, and crosses her legs, like she always does when she’s ready to go into counseling mode. “Do I need to kill him?”

  “No, of course not,” I say, and work to get myself together, despite the storm waging war in my head and my heart. Why was Ivy in his bed? Did she go in there, or did he go get her after I left? Did he think he was sleeping with her all along? He must have, and the only thing left for me to do now is move to Canada.