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We’ve been going at it every night like puck bunnies in heat this week. Pinch me. It’s like a blowjob relay race around here. And we’ve gotten really good at passing thebaton.

But my favorite thing is just to make out while we rub off. Kissing Jamie Canning is mind-blowing. I’m greedy for it, because I know in my gut it won’t last. The summer ends for me in four weeks, and Jamie’s interest in me may be even shorter. So I’ll take all I can get.

It’s one hundred percent honest to say I’ve never been happier. But of course I can’t say it aloud.

Trouble is, it’s harder every day to express any of the fuck-it-all attitude I’m famous for. And I’mnotgoing to look over his shoulder and read the text. That would be an asshole thing to do, right?

I look. The screen says HOLLY.

The next instant I feel a fucking tsunami of jealousy. “You want to go to a movie?” Except I don’t want to go to a movie, and they’ve probably started already. “What’s at the theater this week, anyway?” I ask. As if I care. I’d rather get naked and make out.

“A chick flick and a kids’ movie,” he says. “I checked.”

“Bummer. Blowjobs, then?”

He snickers. But he’s still holding that goddamned phone. I’m not saying a word, though.

Right.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Texting Holly.”

I can’t help it—even the sound of her name on his lips tenses me up. The first and only time I met the girl, she had sex-tousled hair and a dreamy smile on her face. It bothers me that Jamie was responsible for both of those things.

“What’s she up to?” I try to sound casual.

I fail, because he turns his head to roll his eyes at me. “Is that your way of asking if we’re sexting?”

I shrug.

Jamie starts tapping on the phone again. “We’re not sexting. We don’t do that anymore, by the way. And tonight she’s stuck babysitting her little cousins on Cape Cod. They keep watching the same movie over and over again, and she’s about to quit the family and join a traveling circus.” He turns to smile at me. “I suggested fire eating, but she thinks trapeze would be fun.” He stops talking, those brown eyes holding a hint of amusement. I think he’s this close to calling me on my dickish behavior.

Then he doesn’t. Fucking Jamie. Always so easygoing. Some days I’d give up a limb to be more like that. But not a leg, because I need those for skating. And not my arms… God, I’m stuck inside my head tonight.

Do I need a blowjob or what?

Jamie reads the screen again and chuckles, and I want to grab the phone and bash it against the wall. The only thing holding me back is the fact that Cape Cod is like five hours away from here. Maybe six.

So I start kissing his neck instead. That’s something Holly can’t do.

After a while, it works. He sets the phone down and drops his head onto the pillow. “You feel good up there.”

“Yeah?” I thrust my hips downward and feel him pushing back at me.

I slip a hand under his T-shirt, stroking his side. Then I work the shirt upward and kiss his back, and he flattens under my touch, his body lazily shifting on the bed.

“Want you,” I whisper. Lately, those two words define me.

“Have me,” he says.

My heart stutters in my chest, and my dick hardens into the approximate texture of an iron bar. Does he even mean it the way it sounds? We haven’t talked about fucking since the one time. I want him so badly, but only if he wants it.

Only one way to find out.

I climb off him and yank his shorts down. And his briefs. His ass is perfect—strong and round, with a tan line cutting across at his waist. I kiss the tan line, because I have to.

“Mmm,” he agrees, his eyes shut. I watch as he pushes his hips into the bed. Like me, Jamie has two speeds: horny and asleep.