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  Then she kissed me back. Her lips sought mine like she was desperate for me. Her hands moved into my hair, fisting it while she deepened the embrace. She was an amazing kisser, one of the best I ever had. She knew when to use her tongue and when to pull away. Sometimes her lips would brush past mine, teasing me, and then she would kiss me again. Her hands moved down my shoulders and to my arms, squeezing the muscle. She breathed into my mouth, panting.

  I used my foot to kick the door closed. It slammed so hard it shook the walls of the house. Neither one of us noticed. I’d never been in her bedroom but I knew it was down the hall. Still kissing her, I guided her through the living room and around the couch.

  She suddenly gripped my shoulders then jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist. Like I could read her mind, I caught her ass and held her. Then I kissed her again while I walked down the hallway. I spotted a bed with a yellow bedspread with pink and purple pillows. White dressers were arranged in the room. I knew this was her bedroom.

  I walked inside then laid her on the bed. I looked down at her, seeing the same desire in her eyes that burned in mine. My hands moved up her dress then yanked down her leggings. I got them off then tossed her shoes across the room.

  Trinity undid my jeans while I grabbed the bottom of her dress and pulled it up. Like we’d done it a hundred times, we pulled each other’s clothes away. I was desperate to see her, needed to see her.

  When I was naked, I stood in front of her, my cock throbbing.

  She eyed my chest, seeing all the tattoos that covered my arms and stomach. I had everything you could possibly imagine. I was a walking canvas. I was quickly running out of room and would have to add ink down below.

  Trinity leaned forward, her face close to my waist. Then she parted her lips slightly and pressed a kiss to the head of my cock.

  Oh my fucking god.

  She grabbed the shaft then licked my tip like it was a lollipop. Her warm and wet tongue felt so good across my skin. Her breath fell on my cock, exciting me even more. Then she took me into her mouth—all the way in—and moved up and down.

  I could hardly get girls to go down on me. And whenever I brought it up, they always acted like it was a chore. Trinity sucked me off like she liked it. A moan escaped her lips while she did it and I thought I’d come right there.

  She pulled me out slightly then moved her tongue across the tip, giving it a kiss goodbye.

  I was breathing so hard I thought I just ran a marathon. That was the best two minutes of my life. My cock twitched, wanting more. Now I wanted to be inside her. My level of desire had increased by tenfold.

  At the speed of light, I pulled the rest of her clothes off then yanked her yellow thong off. I stared at her naked body, my cock getting harder with every passing second. I thought I might explode. I picked her up then moved her further up the bed. Then I separated her legs and pressed my face right in between.

  She immediately moaned and fisted my hair.

  I hated going down on chicks. It was the worst. But with her, I didn’t mind. She made me feel unbelievably good and I wanted to make her feel the same way. I used my tongue to circle her clit then I slipped it inside her, making her cry out. My thumb rubbed her nub in a circular motion. Soon, she was panting for me, wanting me as much as I wanted her.

  I moved up her body and separated her legs with mine. When she positioned her legs practically behind her head, my eyes widened. I had no idea she was so flexible. I was caught off guard, just staring at her.

  She grabbed my neck and pulled my lips to hers. My cock moved past her folds, feeling the wetness and warmth. I was shaking because I was so excited to be inside her, and without a condom. I never knew bare pussy felt so good.

  Trinity dug her nails into my back then gripped my ass with her other hand. Then she pulled me inside her, moaning the entire time.

  Shit, she felt good.

  I slid inside her slowly until I was completely buried. She felt even better than last time. She was warm and tight, creating just the right amount of friction. As soon as I started to move, I moaned. Sex had never felt this good in my life.

  Her breasts shook while I rocked into her, and seeing her legs by her head was only making it more enjoyable. Quiet moans escaped her mouth. She bit her lip while she watched me pound into her. “God, you feel so good…”

  I rocked into her harder, giving her all of me. I was moving so fast sweat was accumulating on my chest. I held my weight on my arms and used my hips to thrust inside her hard and fast.

  “Slade…fuck me just like that.”

  “Fuck, you’re killing me.” When she talked like that, I wanted to come.

  She gripped my ass with both hands and pulled me into her harder. “God, yes! Yes!” She was practically screaming, coming hard.

  I gave it to her as hard as I could.

  “Harder!”

  “This is as fast as I go!” My cock was sliding in and out of her quicker than I could see.

  Her head rolled back and she moaned, breathing hard. Then she spiraled down, releasing her nails from my ass. “That was nice…so nice.”

  Seeing the redness flood her face and the look of pure satisfaction in her eyes made me want to come. The idea sounded so good.

  Trinity gripped me then rolled me to my back, still keeping me inside her. My head hit the pillow and I looked up at her. She kept her knees on either side of my hips and she rode me hard, using her thighs and ass to bounce up and down, not forward and backward. She took me over and over, her hands resting on my chest.

  Watching her bounce on my dick shattered my inhibitions. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. I normally wanted to finish quickly but this felt so good. Every time I slid inside her, it was heaven. Fucking heaven.

  “Come for me.”

  I was never into dirty talk but Trinity knew how to do it right. I felt my body tensing as the orgasm was about to happen. Trinity seemed to know because she increased her pace, riding my dick like a cowgirl.

  I gripped her hips as the unbelievable sensation struck me. I moaned and bit my lip, and then I came inside her, filling her.

  “Fuck…” I breathed hard as she kept riding me, making it last as long as possible. I closed my eyes as the sensation lingered for a second. Then it drifted away, making me feel tender.

  Trinity rested on my hips, leaving me inside her.

  I caught my breath, feeling winded. She did the same.

  Then she moved off me then lay at my side.

  I stared at the ceiling, still in my post-orgasm high.

  Trinity got under the covers then sighed happily, obviously satisfied.

  When the sensation started to wear off, I realized what just happened. I fucked her—again. And this time, I wasn’t drunk and neither was she. We both knew what we were doing. The fact it was decided by free will disturbed me even more.

  Fuck. Now what?

  Trinity lay beside me and didn’t say anything.

  I couldn’t look at her. I wasn’t sure why. Was I awkward? Was I embarrassed? Was I angry? I couldn’t tell.

  Trinity sighed. “Let’s just not talk about it.”

  I cocked an eyebrow and looked at her. “Just not say anything?”

  “Yeah.” She set her alarm then adjusted her pillow. “Good night, Slade.”

  That was the last thing I expected her to say. I figured we would have the conversation all women wanted to have. Where was this going? Did that mean we were in a relationship? But she didn’t ask any of that. It didn’t seem like she cared—at all. “Good night, Trinity.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Trinity

  What have I done?

  Slade threw himself at me and I just couldn’t stop him. And honestly, I didn’t want to. I hadn’t had good sex in so long I couldn’t even remember it. And Slade definitely knew what he was doing. It was nice to be with a guy who knew where everything went.

  But the fact he was a friend—in a way—complicated things.
r />   What did it mean? I knew Slade only felt lust. There was nothing else there. And I felt the same way. I guess it wasn’t a big deal. Neither one of us wanted anything more. As long as we didn’t tell anybody, our secret would be safe.

  This time, we didn’t avoid each other. I saw him in the library and around campus often. But we never spoke to each other. Sometimes I caught him looking at me but he quickly turned away when I saw him. We weren’t fighting anymore, and that didn’t go unnoticed.

  “What’s going on with you now?” Skye asked from across the table.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked while I flipped through a magazine.

  “You and Slade. You guys aren’t fighting anymore.”

  I felt my skin prickle. Did she know something was up? “I guess we ran out of ammunition. I thought you and everyone else would be relieved.”

  “It’s just weird how quiet it is…” She eyed me for another second before she turned back to her textbook.

  I guess I’d have to pick a fight with Slade next time I saw him to keep up pretenses.

  ***

  “Ugh, I suck at bowling.” I picked up the lightest ball I could find then headed to the lane. I aimed the ball but it sped into the gutter—like usual.

  “You suck at life so it isn’t that surprising.” Conrad grabbed his ball then came up next.

  “Shut up.” I walked past him and sat down.

  Slade was sitting beside me, sipping a soda.

  We were both quiet, having nothing to say to one another.

  “Baby, you’re the best bowler I’ve ever seen.” Cayson nuzzled Skye’s neck while she sat in his lap.

  “You don’t even watch me,” she said. “You just stare at my ass.”

  “It is a lovely ass.” Cayson rubbed his nose against hers.

  “You’re going to make me gag,” Slade said.

  “Ditto,” I added.

  “Wow,” Roland said. “You guys actually agreed on something for once.”

  I flinched at the accusation. “Slade could die for all I care.”

  “Dumb bitch,” Slade muttered, half assed.

  We still didn’t look at each other.

  They finally backed off and returned to the game.

  Phew.

  Slade’s turn was up. He grabbed the ball and rolled a perfect strike. His thick arms were covered in bright and beautiful tattoos. I was never attracted to them before but know I couldn’t stop staring. His shoulders were broad and strong, and his back was tightly packed with muscle. I remembered how he looked naked…it was a nice sight. And his package was pretty nice too.

  Cayson tickled Skye while she sat on his lap.

  “Stop,” she said with a giggle. “You’re going to make me pee.”

  “Please don’t,” Roland said with a cringe. He stood up and bowled his turn. He got a spare then sat down again.

  “Come on, baby.” Cayson slapped her ass. “Show us up.”

  She smirked at him then retrieved her ball.

  “You fucked her yet?” Slade blurted.

  Cayson glared at him.

  “You do see me, right?” Roland asked. “Her brother? Her flesh and blood?”

  Slade rolled his eyes. “You thought your sister was a blushing virgin?”

  Cayson never answered. He ignored Slade.

  “So that’s a no,” Slade said.

  “I’m not having this conversation right now,” Cayson whispered.

  Slade rolled his eyes. “Ro, you care if Cayson sleeps with your sister?”

  Roland left the table. “I’m going to take a piss…”

  Cayson gave him a hard look. “He might be my brother-in-law someday. I’d prefer it if he liked me.”

  “He already likes you,” Slade said. “Everyone does. And your life would be a lot simpler if you didn’t give a damn what people thought of you to begin with.”

  Cayson stared at Skye while she bowled.

  “Dude, what are you waiting for?” Slade asked. “Do the deed already.”

  “I will…soon. Now let’s stop talking about this,” Cayson said.

  “Skye really wants to do it,” I added. “Like, really.”

  Cayson’s face flushed red and he ignored my look.

  Skye came back and sat on his lap. “Did you see that? I hit one pin!”

  “Good job, baby.” He kissed her.

  “Wow,” Slade said. “You’re worse than Trinity. I didn’t think that was possible.”

  I wasn’t sure if he wanted to pick a fight or if he was just doing it to keep people from being suspicious. I couldn’t tell what was going on anymore. I decided to go along with it. “You suck at everything.”

  He gave me a glare but it didn’t look genuine. “You’re ugly.”

  “Likewise.”

  “There they are,” Conrad said sarcastically.

  We finished the game, and Cayson was the victor.

  “When did you get good at everything?” Skye asked.

  He smirked. “I used to let you win. You still haven’t figured that out?”

  “What?” Skye look shocked. “Then why did you stop?”

  “I already have you. I don’t have to do anything.” He smirked at the appalled look on her face.

  Roland nodded. “Good. My sister is too much of a brat anyway.”

  We turned in our equipment to the counter then walked to our cars. Slade walked close to me, his hands in his pockets.

  Roland and Conrad got into the truck then drove away, waving. Skye and Cayson left in his car, just leaving him and I. Instead of walking to his car, Slade walked with me.

  This was weird.

  I stopped when I reached my car. “What?”

  He leaned against the side and crossed his arms over his chest. He stared across the parking lot for a long time before he spoke. “What’s going on between us? Like, what is this?”

  “Slade, why are you acting like a girl?”

  He rolled his eyes. “I’m not asking if we’re in a relationship. Just…what is this? Like, are we going to keep doing it? Or…just at random times? Shouldn’t we talk about this? Or should we stop?”

  I shrugged. “I guess.”

  “What? That we should talk about this or stop doing it?”

  “I don’t know…what do you want to do? I didn’t think we’d do it again after the first time but then you jumped my bones.”

  “Don’t act like you didn’t want it.”

  “You came on to me, remember?”

  “And you sucked my dick then rode me like a damn cowgirl,” he snapped. “Let’s not play the blame game. You wouldn’t have fucked me so easily unless you had thought about it before. And you didn’t drink at all that night so you were totally sober.”

  I didn’t have an argument against that. “Well, what do you want to do?”

  He shrugged. “What do you want to do?”

  It seemed like neither one of us wanted to put our cards on the table.

  He stared at me, waiting for me to respond.

  I held his gaze and said nothing.

  He sighed. “Fine. I’ll go first.” He paused for a long time, running his fingers through his hair. “Honestly, sex with you is pretty fucking fantastic. Of course I want to keep doing it.”

  “I like it too…” I crossed my arms over my chest, still acting indifferent.

  “If we keep doing this, we should have some sort of system so we don’t get caught. You agree?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Okay. I really don’t want anyone to find out about us.”

  “That makes two of us,” I agreed.

  “So…this is a booty call situation, right?”

  “That’s fine.”

  “Alright. We’ll text in code just in case someone sees the messages.”

  “What kind of code would this be?”

  He shrugged. “’A’ means come over. ‘B’ means can I come over?”

  I shook my head. “And you don’t think that would be susp
icious if someone read it? Like Cayson?”

  “Then what’s your idea, genius?” he snapped.

  “’Go to hell’ means come over. ‘I hope you die’ means can I come over? That sounds a lot more believable coming from us.”

  “What if I want to call you?” he asked.

  “Just call, idiot.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Do we have any rules?”

  “What kind of rules?”

  “Are we exclusive?”

  “I assumed we weren’t.” I wouldn’t stop dating and looking for Mr. Right just because I was fooling around with a jerk.

  “That’s fine with me. But are…we going to keep doing it…without wearing anything?”

  “As long as you’re clean, I don’t care. It feels better anyway.”

  “Are you clean?” he demanded.

  I glared at him. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that.”

  “Do you normally not wear anything with guys?” he asked.

  I glared at him.

  “Hey, I’m sleeping with you. I have the right to ask this.”

  “Never.”

  “Then why didn’t you make me wear anything?”

  “I don’t know. There wasn’t time. It all happened so fast. And since you didn’t wear anything the first time, if you had something, I was already screwed. So why wear something a second time?”

  “Well, I’m anal about my sexual health so don’t worry about that.”

  “Do you always wear something?”

  “Fuck yeah,” he snapped. “I don’t want to catch something or knock up some girl. They might say they’re on the pill even if they aren’t just to trick you.”

  “How do you know I’m not tricking you?” I questioned.

  He gave me a look that clearly said, “Shut the hell up.”

  “Okay. So, we always wear something with other people. We only text in code. What else?”

  “What about our friendship?” he asked.

  “What about it?” I questioned. “We were never friends to begin with.”

  He smirked. “I guess that’s true. But what about when one of us wants to end it?”

  “Then we walk away. End of story.”

  “Just like that?” he asked incredulously. “You aren’t going to start crying or beg me to stay?”