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“Underwear didn’t exactly go with the outfit.” She raises her hips higher, giving me the perfect view of her shaved pussy. She’s so wet when I drag my finger along her slit it plunges straight inside her.

“Fuck, Taylor,” I say, my movements perfectly in sync with hers. I lean back just enough to give her some room to stroke my cock while I slide another finger into her pussy.

With her free hand, she wets her fingers with her juices and then rubs them down the length of my cock.

And when she does that, I let out a hiss, unable to control myself.

She’s driving me fucking insane right now.

If only I could fuck her. Something tells me I could let go with her, no problem, but the fear lingers in the back of my mind.

It never fully goes away, not even with the one girl I think could cure me of this curse.

Using more of her juices to lubricate my cock, Taylor wraps both of her hands around me, sliding them up and down my shaft. For a virgin, she sure as hell acts like she’s had some experience. Well, I have too, so I guess that logic is flawed.

“Drake,” she moans as her pussy tightens around my fingers. “Oh, yeah… keep doing that.” She bites her bottom lip, her hands now working me harder.

My gaze flickers between my fingers sliding out of her soaking wet pussy and Taylor working my dick like a pro.

I don’t want to come yet, but fuck if I don’t need to right now.

Every muscle in my body clenches, heat spreading down my arms with each stroke of her hands.

I’m about to come, but the awkwardness of our positions doesn’t make this easy.

Quickly, I push up my shirt with my free hand. Taylor’s icy blue eyes meet mine, her entire body trembling as she comes on my fingers. And it’s not long after that I do too, forced to come on my stomach.

Out of breath and with her forehead and chest covered in sweat, Taylor releases her hold on me. She stares down at my stomach as I watch her juices drip onto my thigh while I pull my fingers out of her.

“Looks like we both made a mess,” I say with a smirk.

She glances down at my thigh and blush creeps up to her cheeks. “That’s from me?” Her tone has a hint of confusion to it.

I nod and look around her room for a tissue or something to clean myself with. “Yeah, girl. That was all you.”

“Wow! That was…” She doesn’t finish her sentence and hops off my lap to retrieve a bath towel hanging on the back of her door. Leaning over in front of me, she gives me a view of her rack as she wipes my cum from my stomach.

I like that she feels the need to take care of me. It kills me how much I like her because I’m so afraid she’ll walk away. They all do. It’s hard to think she might be different.

Clutching Taylor’s wrist, I help her, eventually taking the towel from her hand, so I can wipe the rest from my cock. She moves her shorts back into place. The material is so wet from her pussy I can’t help but stare.

Sliding her hand beneath my chin, she forces me to look up at her. A wicked grin crosses her lips. “If you want to do this again, no one can know about us. Okay?”

I hate that my past is now affecting my future. If I’d have known all those dick pics would lead me here, I would have taken more than a second to consider what I was doing. The only girl I want can’t even tell anyone she’s with me. This fucking sucks balls.

I nod. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you want, babe.”

She smiles, though it seems forced. “I wish it didn’t have to be like this, Drake. But what choice have you left me? With that crazy blogger bitch, The Queen, on the loose, I don’t want to get caught up in whatever drama she’s cooking up for you and your teammates.”

I let out a sigh. “That fucking bitch will get all of us in trouble.”

“That’s why we need to be careful.” She releases my chin, moving her hands to her hips. “I will be a doctor someday. I don’t want The Queen talking shit about me online. That stuff could come back to haunt me.”

I can’t argue with her logic. Preston has been up all of our asses about keeping our noses clean until Jamie can figure out who’s running Dethroned, the blog run by the mysterious girl who calls herself The Queen.

So far, she’s already attacked Tucker over the pot brownies he ate at the Delta Sigma Phi house.

It doesn’t help that Tucker’s got Trent, and himself suspended for two games of our last season, all because he had to cheat to pass his exam.

“I won’t say anything,” I promise. “To anyone.”

“We have to act like we’re just friends or…” she chews the inside of her cheek as she mulls it over, “… maybe even enemies. That might work better.”

“Okay, bossy lady,” I quip.

“I know this sucks, Drake, but it’s necessary. I’m sorry.”

No, I’m the one who’s sorry.

“It’s my fault,” I admit. “But you realize if I’m supposed to pretend like everything’s normal, I’ll still have a reputation to uphold.”

She nods. “Yeah, I get it. I’ll try not to get jealous when I see you talking to other girls.”

I thread my fingers through hers and pull her to me until she’s sitting on my lap. “You’re the only girl I want, okay? No one else.”

“You know my rule, Drake.”

“Yeah. But I like a challenge.”

She chuckles. “I will not fall in love with you.”

I press my lips to hers. “We’ll see about that.”

And I mean every single word.