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I bit my lower lip, and fantasy dude stared up at me from beneath hooded eyes as he slowly sucked me into his mouth, the bulge in his gym shorts hinting at a sizable cock.

I jerked faster, close to orgasm, big fantasy dude working me like a champ, eager and slurpy, his head bobbing wildly. Sliding my fingers in his hair, I tugged his head back just as I was about to come.

In that inconvenient moment, Sam’s face flickered into view in place of Big Gym Boy, his brown eyes hot and earnest, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and shiny from sucking me.

I growled with a mixture of frustration and pleasure as I shot.

A minute later, I stumbled out of the shower, wobbly and defeated. I was gonna have to work on my willpower. Stealth face exchanges in the midst of a jerk session weren’t cool.Hmm. Maybe I should start going back to yoga to clear my mind, find my center again.

Knotting the towel around my waist, I flung open the door and stepped into a massive wall of firm flesh.

“Oof.” Sam jumped back with a laugh. “Sorry. Maybe we need one of those blind-spot mirrors in the hallway. “

I stared at him, irrationally annoyed that he’d interrupted my fantasy. He wore an unperturbed grin that my brain had supplied a pretty perfect rendition of mere moments ago in the shower, which made me wonder how often I’d stared at him before without noticing I was doing so. I thought I’d mastered not paying attention to the straight boys at least a year ago.

Okay, that was a total lie. I’d registered Sam and dismissed him in the same breath because I didn’t mess with straight guys or curious types. They weren’t worth the orgasm or potential drama when watching them on Pornhub served just fine.

“Mirrors?” I blinked, and then it gelled. “Oh. Yeah. Or we could both just be more aware of where we’re going. Fancy that.”

I focused very hard on his face and not the front of his boxers, because I was absolutely not going to attempt to verify his earlier claim by scoping out his dick print.

Stepping to one side, I gestured into the bathroom. “All yours.”

“Um.” Sam flicked a finger toward the Dopp kit under my arm. “Looks like you’re about to lose something important.”

I knew without looking what it was—because that was always my luck—and sure enough, I glanced down to see the fleshy head of my favorite shower dildo had popped out. I patted his plump crown and grinned. “Not to worry. The real thing is still firmly attached. This is Mike. He’s a bit of a wanderer, but he always comes back.” I canted my head, observing the delightful and surprisingly flattering shade of pink blooming in Sam’s cheeks. “Wow. You actually blush. Who knew?”

“That answers my curiosity about the rings on the shower wall I’ve noticed before.” Sam tilted his head in perfect mimicry of me as heat flooded my face. “Wow. You blush, too.” He grinned, and the piquant wink he flashed me hit me like a fucking stun gun, mentally knocking me back a few paces. It should’ve come with a warning.

He squinted down at the dildo. “Is his last name…Hawk, by chance?”

I groaned. “C’mon, gimme more credit than that. No last name.” Its last name was totally Hawk.

“Is that the same one from…?”

“Oh god no.” I flapped my hand. “I got rid of that one. It wasunused!” I tacked on for his horrified expression, then patted him lightly on the chest and stepped around him.

I floated to my bedroom in a stupor, then pulled on some shorts and a tee and stuffed my laptop and books into my backpack. There were two weeks left of summer, and I’d decided to take a few summer courses just so I could have a lighter course load come fall. All part of my grand plan to make senior year the best one. To go out with a bang. Or many bangs, if I had my way.

I hitched my backpack over my shoulder, tossed my towel onto the back of my chair, and closed the bedroom door behind me.

“Jesse? Jessseeeeeeeeeee.Jesse, yo, that you?”

I stopped at the top of the stairs. I could’ve keep going. Sam wouldn’t know the difference. Ishould’vekept going.

Then I sighed. I still hadn’t mastered being a total asshole, but I kept trying. “Yeah?” I hollered toward the bathroom.

“Got a new bottle of conditioner and forgot to bring it with. Can you grab it for me? It’s on top of the Target bag on my desk.”

“Sure,” I grumbled, then repeated it louder and dropped my backpack to the floor.

Sam had taken over Eric’s room when he and Nate had moved out at the beginning of summer so they could shack up together. Read: have their own apartment to bone in without worrying about how noisy they were being. I’d had the misfortune of sharing a wall with Eric previously. I knew way more about Eric and Nate’s sexual preferences than I should have. And okay, fine, I may have jerked off to the noises a couple of times because I was a perv for a good sex soundtrack and, wow, were they vocal.

I toed the bedroom door open, spotted the bag on Sam’s desk, and headed toward it. I bent to read some scrawl on a postcard peeking from beneath the shopping bag, then tried to angle it toward me so I didn’t have to look at it sideways, because I was a nosey ass and I didn’t even know people still sent postcards.

In the process, I knocked into the bottle of conditioner and blurted out a curse as it in turn fell like a domino against an uncapped water bottle.

“Shitshitshit.”I flailed and managed to snag the water bottle before it tipped, but at the expense of the conditioner, which rolled off the desk and dropped onto my big toe. Water sloshed all over the front of my shirt as I hopped back with another vicious curse and bumped into the bed. I wanted to throw that damn water bottle across the room—who the hell left an open container next to their computer?