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My hand wraps around my cock as I make her explode over and over again, until she’s begging me to stop. I only concede when I come all over my hand with a grunt, her pussy swollen and sated.

I’m not a good man, and I doubt I ever will be again. The last time I had any goodness or happiness was when gorgeous green eyes with blue flecks in them shone with mirrored happiness, because I was there to keep her safe.

I haven't seen Nina in years though, and I doubt I will again.

Nina

“Shit, I can’t get towed,” I gasp breathlessly as my long legs tear across the campus back to my car in my sneakers.

The University of Lyons is expensive, but I got a very generous scholarship that pays for tuition, books, and a small stipend for food. I have to pay for housing myself, and since my mother is living her best life in Europe with Harold, who is husband number three, she also cut me off when I turned eighteen.

Completely.

I was not prepared to pull together all of my savings to move to Minneapolis. I’m completely alone in the world, so I’m hustling to get a good education, so I’ll never be in this position again.

I’ve joined every networking club that looks like it’ll be a good fit in the last month and a half, while also pulling as many shifts as possible.

I’m working at a bar downtown at night, going to school full time, and living out of my car. I showered in the gym facilities that come with my tuition, funny enough, got dressed for work, and now I’m running to my car before I get towed for parking without a parking tag. My temporary tag expired fifteen minutes ago.

I will never understand what was going through the minds of the financial aid committee when they handed out scholarships, but I’m determined to be grateful for what I’ve been given.

Flying across the sidewalks, I gasp apologies as I jump around people. Thank God it’s October, or I would be a sweaty mess by the time I get to my car.

“I’m so sorry,” I cry out as I run around a girl saying goodbye to someone who is probably her boyfriend.

It must be nice to have that kind of time, I’ve never had a boyfriend before or a first kiss. I was always too busy doingexactly what my mother wanted, until she decided I was too much work.

I’m lost in my head as I cross into the parking lot, a blaring horn scaring the bejeezus out of me as a guy slams on his brakes in front of me.

Pushing my blonde and pink hair out of my face, I look over at the wild and concerned look of someone who probably goes here and has a lot less problems than I do.

“I’m sorry,” I mouth, putting my hand over my heart so he knows I’m not bullshitting him before I keep moving toward my car.

Please let it be here.I’ll take the ticket if they give me one, just please leave the car.

“Hey!” The guy yells, the window of his Mercedes SUV opening. I can’t complain about how nice his car is, because my vehicle was one of the only things Mom let me leave with, along with my clothes and a laptop. I had to buy a prepaid phone when I got here. “Are you okay?”

“Yes! I’m so sorry, I’m just going to be late to work,” I explain as I keep walking. “Thanks for not running me over!”

The dirty-blonde haired guy smirks, relaxing from the worry he wore seconds earlier, and then I’m leaving him behind as I weave through the cars until I find mine.

“Thank fuck,” I whisper as I see there’s not a ticket or boot on it.

“You need a permit, Miss,” someone says, making me turn with wide eyes. I’ve been meaning to get one, and honestly, the tips at the bar should allow me to get a semester long permit tomorrow.

“I know,” I tell the man who has a ticket book. “I’m so sorry, but things are really tight and I plan to get a permit tomorrow after work with my tips. I’m literally on my way to work right now.”

Taking in my crop top and jeans, he sighs. “Tomorrow,” hewarns. “I really hate ticketing anyone who doesn’t have a stick up their ass.”

A surprised giggle escapes me, and the university employee shrugs. “Please get this taken care of tomorrow, okay?”

“I promise, yes,” I tell him, nodding wildly. I probably look like a psychopath, but I’m so damn grateful that he’s not giving me a ticket.

“Now off with you before you’re late,” he chuckles, getting in his golf cart to head to the next car.

Jumping into my SUV, I beg the tipping Gods for a really good night. It’s a Wednesday downtown, and while there’s rarely a bad night, the issue is that I don’t get enough shifts.

I need five shifts to be comfortable, and I’m usually only lucky enough to get three a week. It’s expensive to live here even with my scholarship, and I’ve been getting daily passes for parking. There’s the added worry of safety after finishing work as an omega, but I’m determined to take it one day at a time.