Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 823(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
“Trust me,” I say softly. “It was good for me.”
He slides closer, turning me over so I’m nestled against Beckett’s chest. Will’s dick, still semi-erect, nestles between my ass cheeks as he spoons me. A sense of contentment washes over the bedroom. Beckett runs his fingers through my hair. Will strokes my hip.
But it’s not long before the air changes. Crackles with tension again. When I feel Will’s semi thickening against my ass, I twist my head to grin at him. “Seriously?”
“I can’t help it. You’re too sexy.” He reaches over and takes my hand.
My thighs clench when he proceeds to guide my hand down to Beckett’s groin, curling my fingers around his friend’s shaft.
“Get him hard again,” Will whispers in my ear.
Oh my God.
I wake up at five o’clock the next morning, disoriented for a moment. But I’m not drunk or hungover, so it only takes a nanosecond for the memories to come rushing back. Even if they hadn’t, I’d be able to deduce exactly what occurred based on the naked guy in bed with me. Will is sprawled on his stomach, and even in the shadows, his ass looks magnificent. Beckett was in here when I fell asleep, but he must have gone to his own room sometime during the night.
There’s a soreness between my legs that doesn’t usually happen after a one-night stand. Probably because I fucked two guys last night. Multiple times. Sober.
My throat tightens as anxiety begins to tickle my stomach.
I crawl out of bed, climbing over Will, who rolls onto his back.
“Charlie? You okay?” His voice is thick with sleep.
“I’m good. Just have to take off now. I go to the gym at six every morning.”
“Who goes to the gym at six in the morning?” he mumbles.
Psychopaths, obviously. Which I’m not one of, seeing as how I’m not going to the gym. I’m getting the hell out of here and doing my walk of shame in peace, when the entire neighborhood is still asleep. A neighborhood comprised mostly of off-campus housing.
“Charlie,” Will says, still groggy. “Hold on. Let me walk you out.”
“No, it’s fine. Keep sleeping. Thank you for last night. It was fun.”
I need to get out of here before he fully wakes up and realizes that I’m fleeing like a thief in the night.
I gather the discarded clothing from the bedroom floor, then hurry downstairs. I realize I left my panties upstairs, and I bid them adieu because I will never be returning to this house. I roll my socks to my thighs. Grab my purse. My phone.
I conduct a scan of the shadowy living room to make sure I have everything. Then I run out the door, hopefully before either of them notices I’m gone.
I hope Will went back to sleep. I hope they don’t bother me or message me—
Message me. Shit.
In the front seat of my car, I quickly pull out my phone and open the app. I stare at our chat thread, and I don’t know what I’m feeling.
No, I do know what I’m feeling.
Shame.
But it’s a strange feeling, because a part of me is fighting that awful sensation, insisting there was nothing wrong about last night. And then another part pipes up to recite the thousand reasons why it was.
Does it matter, though? Does this internal battle mean a damn thing when the shame clogging my throat is so thick I can barely breathe?
Without another second of thought, I delete the app.
Last night might have been the best sex of my life, but it can never happen again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
WILL
Erased like it never happened
NO MORE THAN FIVE MINUTES ELAPSE FOR THE REST OF THE WEEKEND without me thinking about Charlotte.
Her eyes smoky with desire.
Her mouth devouring mine.
Her perky ass pushing back against my dick while Beckett was tonguing her.
Hands down, it was the best sex I’ve ever had.
We woke up, and she was gone. Gone from the app. Profile deleted. It was a knee-jerk reaction on her part. I know that. I was with her every step of the way the night before, watching her responses to our touch. To the kissing. The sex. She was in her element. She loved every second of it, and she held all the power. She got both of us so hot that we couldn’t last more than five minutes the first time. It would’ve been embarrassing if not for the redeeming Act 2 in which we spent the rest of the night worshipping her body.
And then…
Erased like it never happened.
I have her phone number, but the fact that she deleted the chat speaks volumes. She gave me her number to talk about homework and coordinate after-class lab visits. It’d feel like I was taking advantage if I spammed her phone.
Now, I’m fifteen minutes from seeing her, and I find myself jittery during morning skate, to the point that Shane comments on it in the locker room after practice.