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I scoffed as if it hadn’t occurred to me that this might be awkward. “I didn’t think you were.”

“You did, but I’m not that guy.” Rafe hopped out of bed, his bare ass swaying as he waltzed toward the door. “I need a shower before I head to the rink. Later.”

That was it?

I couldn’t tell if I’d dodged a bullet or if the roommate game had just taken a complicated turn.

CHAPTER 14

RAFE

Boris was yelling at me,Celine was examining her cuticles while surreptitiously hovering, Eli was supporting Kelsi’s torso as she extended her leg in a graceful arabesque, and I was blissfully floating somewhere above it all. Here and yet…not.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t hear my jump coach voicing his displeasure at my lack of concentration or that I didn’t notice my worried friend or wonder why Eli was still at the rink when he could have been long gone by now. No, I was a thousand miles away, reliving the incredible feeling of having Gus Langley’s cock buried deep inside me.

Can you blame me?

That had been the best sex of my entire life. No doubt about it. Afterward, it had been business as usual. We’d gone our separate ways for practice, gym time, and classes, and that was perfectly fine.

Okay, not true.

I’d wanted a repeat, but I also hadn’t wanted any major discussion about it. Was it possible to just have sex without talking about it? If we talked, he’d realize that I had a terriblecrush on him and that would definitely make the next two months awkward.

So…I tried to act normal.

The morning after the first time we’d…you know, Gus had poured me a cup of coffee in my “Nacho average ice skater” mug in greeting and sat across from me at the table. We’d scrolled through our respective cells and sipped our coffees in companionable quiet. He’d stood to rinse his cup first, mentioned something about finishing a paper that was due that day. I’d reminded him that we’d agreed to skate together and that there was a free thirty-minute spot at eight o’clock that night.

Gus had rolled his eyes. “I have practice till seven and I’m gonna be starving, so I’m going to eat two dinners. I’ll be too full to skate, Rafey.”

“Don’t be a baby. Eat something light, skate with me, and treat yourself to a real meal after. C’mon,” I’d cajoled, my gaze wandering from his pecs to his thick biceps. “This is my contribution to your silly game, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember,” he’d said in a smoky tone that went straight to my cock.

He’d stood to put his mug in the sink and I’d followed him, like a moth drawn to a flame.

I’d stared and stared, my heart beating out of my chest, wishing I knew how to ask for what I wanted. But…the next thing I knew, Gus’s mouth was on mine, his hand was inside my boxer briefs, squeezing my ass cheeks as he tongue-fucked me. One thing had led to another, as it sometimes did, and I’d ended up on my knees, sucking his cock while I jerked myself a soda.

Just before I came, he’d asked if he could fuck me and that was how I’d wound up bent over the kitchen counter with my pajama bottoms and boxer briefs pooled at my ankles getting pounded into oblivion. Heaven.

That wasn’t the last time we’d had sex. No, this was becoming a regular thing.

The other day, I’d blown him in the hallway. Gus had just gotten home from practice, freshly showered, and glowing with a post-workout aura. Call me crazy, but he’d looked positively delectable. I’d pushed him against the wall, sunk to my knees, and the rest was history. And last night, he’d collapsed on the sofa, legs spread, and asked what I was watching. I’d been honest…to a fault.

“Your cock.”

Gus had waggled his brows and cupped his package through his sweatpants. “Yeah? Want to sit on it?”

The over-the-top mannerism and lascivious invitation was the opposite of sexy, but this was Gus we were talking about. There was no romance here. This was just two horny roommates relieving some pent-up sexual tension. I appreciated his direct approach. In our current situationship, it was a breath of fresh air.

So yes, I’d taken Gus up on his offer and ridden his cock.

Had I become a common trollop?

Maybe so.

A week later, I was addicted. I thought about Gus all the time. I looked forward to morning coffee or lazy nights in front of the flat-screen as much as I enjoyed becoming carnally acquainted. It was glorious and?—

I jolted as Boris clapped loudly in my ear.