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WAVERLY

I had no idea how long we stayed there, twined as one and basking in the feel of each other. I could tell he hadn’t passed out because his hands were always moving, always searching for a new place he hadn’t yet touched.

Finally, he let out a reluctant groan and said, “I’m not ready to get up yet.”

“Then don’t.” I gently ran my nails through his hair and along his scalp, deliberately tempting him to stay.

He shuddered and tightened his arms around me, claiming, “Evil woman. We have to get up. We need to clean ourselves. I need to get out of you. It’s not good for you if I stay in there too long.” I didn’t complain as he pulled free of me and sat up.

I merely shook my head and murmured, “Whatever you say, Dr. Dugger. You know what’s best.”

He rolled his eyes over my teasing, only to point and grin at me. “I do. A healthy pussy is a happy pussy.”

With a snort, I felt myself flush before admitting, “Trust me. She’s happy.”

Heat filled his eyes. “Hell, yes, she is,” he murmured and leaned down to press a sweet, playful kiss just above the juncture between my legs. “My woman’s pussy is going to be the happiest pussy on the planet.”

Not at all used to hearing him lay claim to me, I merely shook my head, sitting up when he stood and moved to the trash to remove his condom.

It wasn’t until he started to pull his jeans back into place that I had the presence of mind to find my own pants.

But as soon as I located them, I remembered my panties. “Hey, where’s my underwear?”

I glanced around for them, starting to panic until Keene snickered, “No way. I told you, you weren’t getting them back.”

I spun toward him, alarmed. “Excuse me?”

Smiling smugly, he patted his side pocket, letting me know from the slight bulge there that he knew exactly where my panties were. “They’re mine now.”

“What the hell?” I gasped. “What am I supposed to wear for the rest of the day?”

He merely shrugged, completely unconcerned. “Not my problem.”

“Keene,” I seethed from between gritted teeth. “Give me back my fucking underwear.”

“Ooh,” he murmured, clearly impressed, his gaze darkening with arousal as he gave a full-body shudder. “Hearing you say fuck makes my dick twitch. Do it again.”

He started back toward the couch as if to initiate another round just as someone knocked on the door.

I squeaked out my alarm and jerked on my pants, going commando, while Keene scowled in irritation at the door and called, “Just a minute.”

He sounded so casual. Meanwhile, I freaked out, sure we were going to get caught, reprimanded, and tossed out of school completely.

But all Keene did was turn back to me and hold out a hand. “We should probably go.”

“You think?” I tried not to panic as I patted my clothes back into place, hoping I didn’t look as if I’d just gotten railed by the sex god of Haverick campus.

Smiling in amusement, Keene reached out and smoothed a hand over my hair, trying to comb out sex head or reassure me, I didn’t know. Maybe he was doing a little of both.

But he said, “Relax. You look fucking fantastic.” And I momentarily forgot what I was stressing about as I got caught up in the Keene Dugger daze.

Bouncing his eyebrows mischievously, he lowered his attention to my chest. “Now be honest, does hearing me say fuck make your nips hard? Even a little?”

“Oh my God,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. “Stop.”

He snickered, grinning big until his eyes flared with horror. “Holy shit,” he hissed, looking devastated. “I just realized I’ve still never seen your tits. What the hell, Waves?”

I scoffed and started toward the door.

He followed, still upset. “Why did I let you keep your shirt on?”

“Trust me,” I assured, glancing over my shoulder at him. “You’re not missing much. They’re so small I hardly even need a bra.”

“Why does size matter?” he demanded, looking completely confused. “They’re female breasts . That automatically makes them amazing. And they’re yours. Plus, those nipples. Damn, I’ve been dreaming about those nipples since the gazebo. I swear, they stayed hard for me the entire time we?—”

Ramming my elbow back to shut him up, I opened the door.

A student was sitting on the bench across the hall opposite the exit, impatiently bumping the back of his head against the wall behind him as he waited for us.

When he glanced up, I stalled short, and Keene ran into me from behind.

“Wha—?” he started to ask, needing to catch my waist with his hands to keep me from tripping forward. Then he noticed the guy as well.

“Oh. Hey.” With a wave, he motioned to the free room as he nudged me the rest of the way into the hall. “She’s all yours, man. Great room. I could just feel its healing powers while I was in there. Seriously. Best release I’ve had in weeks.”

I snorted out a dismayed sound, closing my eyes briefly to keep a giggle in, and Keene’s grip on my hip tightened.

The guy who’d been waiting sent me a funny look and stood so he could edge past us and enter the room. As he shut the door behind himself with a snap, Keene whispered into my ear, “Fifty bucks says he’s going in there to jack off.”

This time there was no way to muffle the laugh that shouted out of me. As I slapped a hand over my mouth and turned to send Keene a disparaging glance, he merely grinned back, utterly proud of himself and hustled me from the psychology building.

“You are the worst,” I claimed, even though I secretly loved every outrageous, inappropriate thing he ever said. They made him Keene, and that was the part that drew me to him. His blatant Keene-ness.

Still preening over my comment as if he instinctively knew how much I relished his naughty mouth, Keene moved in to nuzzle my neck and speak into my ear, “But am I naughty enough to entice you to blow off the rest of your classes and come home with me?”

Lips parting in surprise over the invitation, I pulled back to blink at him.

His gaze glittered with primal awareness. “Do you have any tests or important lectures you can’t miss?”

Slowly, I shook my head no.

“Work?” he tried next.

“Not today.”

“Well then?” He already knew how I would answer; his smile turned smug and knowing, but he held out his hand and lifted an eyebrow, anyway, making his silent request sexy enough to soak my panties…if I were wearing any.

* * *

“So we’re going all out with this, right?” Keene asked as he steered his Jeep away from campus.

I glanced around the interior, still amazed I was sitting in the front passenger seat of his ride and skipping classes to spend the rest of the afternoon having sex with him.

“With what?” I asked vaguely, glancing over the dashboard to notice how clean he kept his vehicle. Not a hint of dust anywhere. Not even on the handful of rubber ducks tucked in the window.

“With us .” He sounded mildly offended by the fact that he had to explain.

I turned to blink at him just as he fluttered out a hand.

“You know, being exclusive, forsaking all others to be the boyfriend and girlfriend who disgust everyone else with our affections, remembering birthdays and anniversaries and favorite colors. That kind of shit.”

I furrowed my brow, clearly confused. Shaking my head slowly, I said, “I thought that was exactly what you didn’t want.”

“Well, yeah,” he muttered. “But now that it’s here , I’m going to embrace this new life. See where it goes.” Leaning my way as he paused at a red light, he winked. “Personally, I think I’m going to make a kick-ass boyfriend. You’re gonna love me.”

I stared at him as if he were an alien.

Finally, he asked, “What’s the issue, darlin’? You’re the one who said you wanted everything.”

“Yeah,” I scoffed. “But I made it clear I’d only take what you were willing to give.”

“Well, I’m willing to give everything a try,” he answered with a nod. His eyebrows lowered as he watched me. “Are you still willing to take it?”

“I—” My throat went dry. But with a lick of my lips and bob of my head, I was able to rasp, “Yes. I’m still willing.”

“Good.” He smiled, pleased, and inclined his head toward me graciously. “Don’t worry,” he told me, reaching out to squeeze my fingers as he turned a corner. “I think you’re going to make a kick-ass girlfriend too. I’m already extremely pleased with you.”

I could only shake my head, wondering what the hell I’d just gotten myself into.

Keene started to whistle under his breath, clearly comfortable with this moment. But my nerves were strung taut, certain something bad had to happen now that I’d gotten the one thing I’d been dreaming about for ages.

Wringing my hands in my lap, I glanced around the seats and floorboard before blurting the first thing that came to mind. “I like your Jeep.”

And oh my God, someone kill me now. The guy of my dreams just asked to be in a monogamous relationship with me, and all I could think to say back was, I like your Jeep ?

I should never be allowed to speak.

But Keene didn’t seem to mind. He grinned and made a great display of petting the steering wheel.

“Thanks. Got her the summer between my junior and senior year of high school, paid outright after winning this rodeo thing I was in.” He waved out a dismissive hand to distract my attention from the fact he’d won a huge, important competition.

“You mean, the world championship in youth rodeo for bull riding,” I said dryly, sending him a stern glance for trying to downplay his accomplishments. “Two years in a row.”

His eyebrows arched as he glanced over at me. “Well. Someone’s clearly been exercising her stalking skills.”

I shrugged. “My dad took me to the rodeo once. I saw you ride.”

“Really?” He seemed intrigued. “Which rodeo?”

“Galveston,” I answered. “In twenty-two.”

“Ah, yes,” he murmured with a knowing nod. “I rode Ginger in that one.” With a shudder, he met my gaze. “Now, that was one mean bastard.”

“He still didn’t buck you off,” I said, watching him curiously.

Smiling smugly, Keene answered, “No, he didn’t, did he?”