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Tucker

Sam slips through the library’s top floor, peeking out from behind shelves as she leads me deeper into the stacks. We studied for ten minutes before she slid her hand up my thigh. I wanted to bend her over the table. Instead, my girl had other ideas. She ran off, forcing me to chase after her.

I like games as much as the next guy, but not when I’m this hard and horny. She waits for me with her back pressed against a tall bookcase. We’re hidden out of sight from onlookers. The only person we need to worry about is the librarian.

I lift Sam, hooking her legs around my back. Her lips crash against mine, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth. She threads her arms around my neck, her fingers producing a spark of heat that dances along my skin. The feeling I get when I’m with Sam has only grown stronger.

Sliding my hand further down her back, I grab her tight ass, and my cock grows harder with each groan of pleasure. She moans my name into my mouth without breaking the kiss, gripping my hair between her fingers.

Sam digs her heel into my ass, separating her lips from mine. “We don’t have a lot of time, Tuck. The old crone will be up here at four o’clock.”

I stop my slow exploration of her body and lower her to the floor.

She shoves her yoga pants and panties over her hips, the material bunching at her ankles, giving me enough time to unzip and roll on a condom.

Within seconds, we resume our position, with Sam’s back pressed against the shelf and my cock buried inside her.

She takes my ear in her mouth and sucks, moaning softly with each thrust. “Yes,” Sam purrs. “Fuck, this feels good.”

“I missed you, too,” I whisper. “And my cock missed your pussy.”

I’m trying to be quiet and fast, which is difficult given the circumstances. But she’s fucking killing me. She chuckles softly, tightening her grip on my biceps, encouraging me to keep going. Two days without Sam, I’m confessing how much I missed her.

It’s the truth.

“I love you,” I say as our lips separate.

She stares into my eyes, her mouth open wide. “You love me?”

I lean my forehead against hers. “Yes. I love you, Sam. This wasn’t how I had planned to tell you.”

“I love you, too, Tucker.” She strokes my cheek with her thumb. “But don’t stop. I was about to come.”

I rock my hips, my cock so deep inside her I have to focus not to come. But I have to be quick. We have less than a minute before we get caught fucking by the librarian.

Sam covers her mouth with her hand.

“That’s it, baby,” I whisper. “Come for me.”

Her body shakes through mine, her screams muffled by her hand. The sounds she makes drive me wild. My orgasm builds until it finally hits its peak. I come so hard my body jerks, and a book falls off the shelf at my feet.

Sam looks down and laughs. “You fucked me so good the books are excited.”

Laughing, I pull out of her and set her on the ground. “I fucked you so good everyone in the library felt it.”

We get dressed, careful to avoid anyone seeing us sneak out from behind the shelves together. Sam meets me at our table, where she left her bag and laptop to save our spot.

Sam flips open a notebook and stares at the handwritten pages. “How much time do we have until dinner?”

“Our reservation is for seven.”

“What kind of food do they serve?”

“Italian. I’ll get the menu for you.” I flip open her laptop and type Dolce into the Google search bar. When I find the menu, I turn the computer for her to see. “They have a small selection, but they’ll make anything you want. My dad always orders shit they don’t serve.”

She scans the screen and chuckles. “Well, I’m not famous either.”

“You’re with me,” I say. “That’s all that matters. I know everyone at Dolce.”

She smiles. “Yes, that’s all that matters. That we’re together. I don’t care what we eat.”

I love this girl. I gave Trent and Preston shit for turning into pussy-whipped assholes, but that was before I understood how it feels to be in love.

“I have to run to the ladies’ room,” Sam says, getting up from the chair across the table from me. “I’ll be right back.”

I tug on her shirt, pulling her face down to meet mine, our lips connecting for a split second. “Don’t take too long.”

She radiates from the smile spreading across her face, then takes off down the stairs to the lower level.

I close out the web browser, about to shut the laptop, when I notice a file on her desktop. At first, I only notice my name, but then I see Jameson O’Connor, Jr., Peter “Preston” Parker, Drake Donovan, and Trent Kane. Why does she have folders with our names on them?

An eerie chill spreads down my arms, causing their hair to stand at attention.

I click on my folder, my fingers trembling.

Sam has pictures of me pounding beer at the Delta Sig house.

I’m wearing nothing but black boxer briefs in one image with red and pink lipstick kisses spread from my cheek to my chest and into my boxers.

That was a fun night.

Kiss and Tell, what a stupid name for a party. But it was one hell of a night. It was also at the beginning of the Fall semester.

Has Sam been following me since before we met? I shake my head, unsure why she has so many pictures of me. There are notes in a Word document detailing everything I’ve done since the start of the year.

What the fuck? Why is she keeping tabs on me?

I open Trent, Preston, Drake, and Jamie’s folders, finding similar content. She has notes on us, pictures of us with women, and enough dirt to bury us.

Does she want money?

Was everything between us a lie?

I push the laptop across the table from me as if it’s on fire. Sam sits across from me, confused until she glances at the computer screen. The folders are open, and an image of Jamie kissing a girl is displayed for her to see.

She slams the laptop shut. “Tucker, I can explain. Please, it’s not what you think.”

“Not what I think?” I shake my head, sick to my stomach, when I look into her eyes. “Who are you?”

“You know who I am.”

“No, I don’t, not really. Did we meet again on purpose? Is this all part of some elaborate catfishing scam?”

Tears fill her bottom lids. “Are you crazy? No, it’s not what you think.”

“I’m not the crazy one,” I shoot back. “Why are you stalking my friends and me? Why do you have folders on us?”

“I was working for someone who wanted information on you.”

“Was? And when did you stop?”

She bites the inside of her cheek. “Technically, I still work for her, but I haven’t given her anything new since we started dating.”

“Who do you work for?”

“I’m so sorry, Tucker.” Sam reaches for my hand, but I pull it away as if I’m allergic to her touch. “I never meant to hurt you. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while. This isn’t easy for me. I needed the money, and she exploited my weakness.”

I can’t even look at her. She sold me out for money. I’m so disgusted by her betrayal that it leaves a harsh sting.

I ball my hands into fists on my lap, my teeth clenched in anger. “Who do you work for? You at least owe me that.”

“She calls herself The Queen.”

I bang my fist on the table, shaking it without meaning to be so loud. I’m so angry I can’t think straight, my vision clouded by my rage.

“How could you do this to me?”

She swats the tears falling from her eyes away.

“Did you tell her about the pot brownies?”

She nods. “I’m sorry, Tucker. We didn’t know each other the way we do now. I hated you for taking my virginity and treating me like trash.”

“Because you are trash,” I growl, pushing myself up from the table. “You could have ruined my hockey career. You could have ruined my fucking life.”

“Like it would have affected you,” she hisses.

“Guys like you are untouchable. You have everything. People like me, we have nothing. We have to work for everything we have and still live in poverty. So don’t pretend to understand my motives.

I never thought I would get close to you.

I never planned to take things this far. ”

“Don’t worry because you’ll never get near me again.” I lift my bag from the desk and sling it over my shoulder. “We’re done, Sam. I can’t fucking look at you. You make me sick.”

She attempts to hold my hand, and I step back to create space between us. We went from our highest high to our lowest low in minutes. She’s not the person I thought she was. It’s like dating Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, two distinct personalities merged into one person.

“Tucker, please,” Sam whimpers, sniffing back the tears. “I love you.”

“I can’t do this. Not anymore.”

I turn away from her, wishing the last twenty minutes never happened as I descend the stairs to the first floor.