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Crew

I couldn’t fucking focus.

I was a mess at practice this morning, playing sloppier than I have in a long ass time.

Class was going even worse. I wasn’t retaining a single bit of information. Physically, I was sitting in my seat. Mentally, I was bending Kota over the desk in my bedroom.

Yesterday was too good.

Having her pinned against the wall, begging for my touch.

The only times she’d ever brought her guard down for me was when I was touching her. It may have sounded fucked up, but I wanted to see just how much control she would give me. She’d always seemed to have the upper hand, and now it felt like maybe I had an upper hand of my own.

I was tempted to leave class early, but I managed to hang on for the final twenty minutes to make sure I had all the directions I needed for my homework assignment.

After yesterday, there was a physical understanding between us. We hadn’t said it aloud, but it was clear that we weren’t going to stop what was going on.

There was no more worry about what would happen if one of us made a move. I mean, she outright admitted that I was in her head; that was truly all I needed to hear to let me know that she didn’t want this to stop.

The second I slid into my car, I shot her a text.

Crew: Be ready for me when I get home.

This was a bad idea. Nothing good could come from any of this, but I was in too deep.

The mistakes were adding up, and at this rate, it didn’t seem like they were anywhere close to stopping.

Double checking Lane and Bridget’s location, I made sure they weren’t home before rushing up to our apartment.

Pausing in the doorway, I raised a brow at the sight of Kota seated at the kitchen island, papers scattered around.

I gave a light tsk. “I see you didn’t listen,” I said.

She forced a scoff, keeping her eyes on her work. “Since when do I listen to you?”

With a wicked smile, I walked up behind her, my hands planting atop the granite on either side of her. My chest brushed against her back, and I leaned over her shoulder, conviction in my voice.

“Since now.”

Silently, she stiffened to stone. For a moment, I waited for a bold remark or any sort of warning that I was about to get my ass beat, but she remained quiet, as if she was waiting for my next move.

“My room,” I demanded. “Now.”

I moved out of her way as she dashed off her stool, awkwardly waiting in the center of my room as I followed her in and locked the door behind me.

With lust coating her, Kota looked rather nervous. And I was loving it.

She was always so hard-headed. Always owned every room she ever walked into. She never got nervous about anything, yet I was somehow cracking her.

Dakota Darling was bad. But here she was, waiting for directions like a good fucking girl would.

“On the bed,” I ordered.

With no questions asked, she sat on the edge of the bed like we were playing a game of Simon Says.

Meanwhile, I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, ready to test just how far I could take this. “Take your shirt off.”

I could make out the gulp she gave as her hands found their way to the hem of her black t-shirt, wrists crossing as she lifted the shirt over her head in one, quick motion.

Her tits poured out of her bra, and I could immediately feel my dick hardening in my pants. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay in place instead of rushing over to touch her.

“Pants,” I dared, my voice gruff.

The thin fabric of her leggings illuminated every inch and curve as she shimmied them off.

Heart immediately racing at the view of her matching red set, I nearly collapsed. I’d seen her naked numerous times now, but I’d never just stood and admired her like this.

She was beautiful.

I wanted to touch her, every bit of her, but I didn’t even know where to start.

The mental control I’d been holding onto was wavering at the trust and certainty looming in her eyes. She wasn’t looking at me like she hated me or wanted to strangle me in my sleep. She was looking at me like she wanted me.

And why did that turn me on even more?

Our eyes locked in on each other like a predator and its prey. I’d never held such long and intimate eye contact with a girl before. It was making my stomach do some weird flips.

In slow motion, my gaze dropped to her chest, noting how her breaths became more and more shallow by the second. Her tits were rising and falling steadily, making my mouth water.

I watched feverishly as Kota stood there, waiting.

My voice dropped low, a hurricane of greed cloaking it. “Do you want me to touch you?”

Kota’s eyes ignited, and I swore I could smell her arousal wafting towards me. It was becoming harder and harder to hold this distance between us. I held my ground, trying to mask every thought and desire swirling through my mind, but I couldn’t tell if she saw straight through me like a broken mirror.

“Yes,” she whispered shyly, giving a nod.

I stalked forward, the predator finally pouncing on its prey. The second my fingers grazed over the warm skin on her bare stomach, I was under her spell.

And I didn’t mind at all.