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I’m not sure it is either, yet I keep dancing, my eyes apparently glued to his over my shoulder .

Little by little, his grip tightens, and when I don’t protest, he tugs me into him until there’s no space between us.

His hand comes up, fingers running along my jaw, and my lips part.

The moment he loosens his hold, I spin, our chests now pressed together, as if we both not only knew exactly what to do but when to do it, our bodies in tune with each other’s in a way only lovers— past lovers! my hindbrain shouts—are.

We keep dancing, my leg between his and his between mine, and with every dip of our hips, I grind against him; he grinds against me.

I’m sweaty and probably drunk and most definitely turned on.

I haven’t had sex since the afternoon I left his bed nearly two semesters ago, and my body is remembering the way he treated it.

Very, very fucking well.

Alister’s eyes flare, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips, and I can’t take it.

Ripping myself away, I tear down the hallway, clenching my eyes closed.

Stupid girl, what are you doing?

“Cameron!” he shouts, his calls never growing more distant because, like I knew he would, he follows.

You’re an idiot, you’re an idiot, you’re an idiot.

People are scattered all around, but I ignore them, quickening my pace.

I get to the end of the hall, then take the stairs two at a time, rushing up and around the mini library.

Just as I pass it, my wrist is caught, and I’m yanked around, Alister having been hot on my heels.

“Please don’t run?—”

I shove him against the wall, silencing him when I crash my lips to his.

He freezes, but only for a split second, and then he’s on me. Gripping and squeezing, smashing me to him, his tongue pressing into my mouth and tangling with mine.

My skin prickles with need, my body burning with it.

I tear away, and he stares at me with pink smeared across his mouth, eyes dark, pupils dilated.

He frowns slightly, but then he hears the soft click of the knob, and his head snaps over his shoulder, realizing where we are. Where I led him.

To the very place I left him—his bedroom.

His eyes slice to mine again, but I don’t give him time to speak. I shove him into his room and kick the door closed behind me.

I knew he’d follow me, just like I knew where I was going.

Smart? Probably not, but the decision was made, and I’m good with it.

I tear at his clothes, and he helps me peel his shirt from over his head. I push him to the mattress, throw my own top somewhere to the side, and we scoot back until I can straddle him near the headboard.

My hands dive into his hair, and I kiss him hard, drowning in his familiar taste. I moan into his mouth, and he pulls free, dipping down to kiss my neck. He sucks lightly, his hands coming up to cup me over my bra, and I roll my hips into him, chasing the heat.

“Damn, baby,” he groans, pressing his erection up against me. “God, I’ve missed this.”

“Stop talking.”

“Yes, ma’am.” His hands tug at my bra, freeing my left breast, and he takes me in his mouth.

I shake against him, pulling on his hair but pressing him farther into my chest. My head falls back, and I reach behind myself, fingers going to the clasp of my bra as his undo his belt.

It’s a tantalizing sound, and my toes curl into the comforter beneath me .

I sit up slightly, and he drags his jeans down. I barely allow him to get them past his hips before I’m lowering again, bra sliding off and tangling around my wrists.

He chuckles, helping it off before pushing my skirt up over my ass and moving my boy shorts aside, lining himself up at my entrance.

Closing my eyes, I sink down onto his hard shaft, heat zinging up my spine at the stretch. “Yes,” I moan to myself, hips pressing down and rocking slowly.

This is what I needed.

“You feel so good,” he groans, seeking out my lips, but I bite into his and tear away, my eyes focusing on his dick.

I watch as it slides out just a couple inches, then press back down, moaning when my clit meets his pelvis and then do it again.

“Shit,” he hisses, fingertips pressing into my thighs and urging me to move faster, but I don’t.

I keep the slow, torturous roll. His hips buck up into me and he moans, muscles bunching beneath me.

My limbs start to shake, my orgasm building slowly, painfully.

I clench in anticipation. Yes.

Please. I need ? —

A loud bang shakes the door, and we both freeze, Alister’s hands instantly going to my hips.

“The door isn’t locked,” he whispers raggedly.

We wait a second to see if they’ll go away, but then it pounds twice as hard.

This time, the person doesn’t wait more than a moment for a response. The door is thrown open, an angry Chase on the other side.

“What the fuck, Harper?!” Alister lifts me off him, his dick sliding out and leaving a mess all over my thighs. He tugs his bottoms up as he pushes to his feet, the clink of his belt like a deafening church bell in this small, silent space .

He shifts, attempting to hide me behind him, but my skirt has fallen back into place, and I’ve already got my breasts smashed in my hands.

Chase ignores him, walking my way as he reaches over his head, peeling the shirt from his back with one swift pull. He gently tugs it over mine next, then takes my hand, softly yanking until I’m forced to stand, and leads me to the farthest corner of the room.

My cheeks burn in embarrassment, my breath ragged. “I’m fine,” I rasp.

“Are you drunk?” he asks with a firm tenderness that’s void of judgment.

“I would never—” Alister booms.

“Fuck off, Howl. I’m not talking to you!” Chase shouts back, not taking his eyes off me. “Cam?”

I swallow, looking away from him. “I’m sober enough to know what I’m doing.”

Jesus, Cameron, you’re embarrassed to admit as much. Does that not tell you something?

He stares at me for several unnerving moments, and I don’t look away, letting him see the truth in my eyes.

“Okay,” Chase finally whispers. “In that case, am I walking you out of here, or am I leaving you?”

My throat starts to feel tight, and I can see Alister crossing the room in my peripheral, so before he can get to me, I meet his stare, speaking to Chase. “Walk me out.”

Alister’s shoulders fall, and he shakes his head. “Cameron, don’t go.”

I offer a tight smile. “See you in class.”

I move ahead of Chase.

“Cameron.”

We both ignore him, stepping out into the hall. This time, he doesn’t follow.

Chase tethers his hand with mine, and I let him steer me to the front corner of the house, knowing where we’re going before we get there.

He takes the keys from his pocket and opens the door leading to Mason’s studio suite, our safe spot here now that Mason mostly spends nights with Payton and the baby—not that it wasn’t our safe spot the last few years, even when the room belonged to Noah.

It just happens to be empty more often than before.

I drag my ass up the narrow stairwell and push myself against the wall when I reach the final door.

Chase steps up, pushes it open, and freezes.

But before he can tug it closed once more, I press on the frame, and it whips open with a bit of a crash, and I realize why he was going for a stealthy backpedal when I’m met with Brady’s naked back.

Oops.

He whips around and only when his torso twists do we spot the girl sitting on the counter in front of him. He scowls at first, then looks down at my shirt, Chase’s lack thereof, and steps back. He deposits the girl on her feet and smiles down at her. “Rain check?”

The giggly girl nods, unoffended, and lets out a little yelp when he swats at her booty.

As she passes us, she gives Chase a seductive grin and winks at me. “Nice catch.”

“Thanks,” I say, laughing lightly when Chase does as well.

I shrug, and we push inside.

Chase moves into the mini-hallway, and I drop down on the foldout couch that’s still made into a bed from movie night the other night and close my eyes.

When I open them, Brady is standing there with a bottle of water and Chase is pulling a fresh shirt over his head.

“I’ll come back up and check on you when things die down downstairs,” he says.

Brady kicks his shoes off, undoing his jeans and chucking them to the side. “Don’t worry about it. I’m cooked. I’ll stay. ”

I raise a brow at the beast. “You were five seconds from getting yours. You sure you don’t want to go find that before she finds someone else?”

Brady smirks. “I did my duty. She’s prepped and primed. Someone will have a great time, and they’ll owe me one.”

I scoff, tugging the blankets up over myself until I’m tucked in to my neck.

“Speaking of getting some…” He raises a brow.

I look to Chase, but he shakes his head, unwilling to tell my dirt for me.

“I’ll see you guys later.”

He starts to take off, and I panic, flying up out of bed. “Oh my god, Ari!”

“Paige picked her up, and they went to get something to eat. She’s taking her back to the dorm and making sure she gets inside safely before taking off.”

I settle instantly. Of course they made sure she was good. That’s what we do.

Clearly.

Brady climbs into the bed, his body nearly too big to fit, so he’s forced to sit up. He hauls me closer so I’m half lying on him, half beside him, and starts scrolling through Netflix.

“So…” he leads once the door closes behind Chase.

“Yeah,” I confirm. Saying his name isn’t needed.

“Not sure if this means I should want to kick his ass even more or find a way to let it go and be his friend.”

“Nah, don’t be his friend.”

Brady chuckles, tugging my hair from the messed-up, just-got-fucked pony and brushing his fingers through it until it’s strewn out behind me. “Sounds good to me.”

I smile even though he can’t see me, replaying the evening in my head and wondering if I’m supposed to regret any of it when I find that I don’t. “You know what the worst part is, Big Guy?”

“What’s that, Cammie Cam? ”

I press on his chest, looking up at him in misery. “I didn’t even get to come before Chase burst in.”

Brady freezes, then explodes in laughter, and I can’t help but join in.

“You and me both, Cammie Baby. You and me both.”