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“No,” she says. And then she screws up her face and says, “Oh, my God, we didn’t use a condom. I’m gonna get a disease!”
“Relax, sweet thing,” I say. “I’m clean, I promise. I’ll get a clean bill of health for you, if you need it. And that’s why I came on your tits. I know what I’m doing. Not my first rodeo.”
“Ewwww,” she says, crinkling up her nose. “I think I will need that clean bill of health.”
I smile at her and beckon her with a finger. “Come here.”
“No,” she says, uncertain. “I don’t think so. You should leave now.”
“What?” I ask.
“No, I mean… well. Yes. You should leave. It was great and all. Like seriously, it was. And thank you. I learned a lot tonight and no more pesky—“ That’s when she sees the blood on my cock. “Eww. Oh, God. Oh, man. Just… like I said,” she says, covering her eyes so she doesn’t have to look at my dick. “Thank you. I will remember it always. It’s probably one of the best deflowerings ever in the history of the world and…” She smiles and peeks at me from behind her fingers. “Yeah.” Raising her eyebrows. “Pret-ty good! But no, you gotta get out now. I have class in the morning and whew, I’m tired and I actually have a headache. So…” She smiles at me. “Goodbye. I need a shower.” She gets up and starts walking away, teasing me with her tight, perky ass. But then turns and says, “Oh. And you can just slip that clean bill of health under the door of my cube, OK? Thanks!”
I just sit there for a few minutes, listening to her hum in the shower like she just had the best fuck of her life—which it was, and it’s not because it was her first, either—and wonder what the fuck just happened.
Did she just… one-night-stand me?
CHAPTER NINE – ARIA
I wake up the next morning thinking about Ryker. But not because I’m having visions of wedding bells or anything, it’s because I’m sore as fuck. I’m talking… it feels like his giant cock is stuck up inside me. So weird, and kinda good too, but also sore as fuck.
When I came out of the shower I was totally nervous that he didn’t get my hint and was still here, but I found a note by my phone that said, I got your number now. I’ll call you. So whew, he was gone. But then, Oh, shit. He’s gonna call me.
I don’t want to see him again. He’s too old for me. And, well, hot, yes. And very good at the fucking stuff. But no. Too old. My dad would freak out if he knew and he probably already thinks something is up after the way Ryker boxed me in in front of the window last night at the co-op.
So no. That’s the end of the hot land developer-slash-drummer who’s very good at deflowering virgins.
The. End.
Period.
Story over.
But then, while I’m lying in bed, my phone rings on my nightstand and who is it?
Him. He even put his contact in my phone so it says Ryker North.
The guy who said this is a one-time thing and then made me come three times.
What is his deal?
I consider ignoring it but I’m out of my league. He has a job, and a car, and money, and he’s a full-fledged grown-up, so I know the only way to get rid of this guy is to tell it to him straight.
“Hello?” I say, after tabbing the answer button.
“Aria,” he says. “I made a doctor’s appointment today to ease your mind about sex diseases.”
“Oh, good!” I say. “Perfect. When you get those test results—“
“Yeah, slip it under your cube door.”
“Exactly.”
“So what are you doing today?”
“What?”
“Plans? What are your plans?”
“Um… I start my class today.”
“What time is that?”
“Eleven.” Why am I even telling him this? He’s no one.
“What time is it over?”
“Two,” I say. “Why?”
“I’ll pick you up.”
“No,” I say. “Nope. My dad is picking me up.”
“Then I guess we’ll both pick you up. I’ll be out front of the main entrance of the college at two. You should be there.”
The call drops and I just stare at the phone. “What the fuck?” Is he some kind of stalker? Did he change his mind about the one-night thing? I thought we were using each other?
What do I do? Do I meet him there or blow him off?
I can’t think about this right now. The first real day of my pretend new life starts now. And I’m not a virgin. I had deflowering sex with a totally hot older man.
Which is very cool and will make a great story for when I go back to high school in two weeks, but right now, he’s sorta cramping my style.
I’m gonna meet a hot kid my own age—or sorta close to it—and date him for two weeks. And then I’m gonna go back to school and brag about my adventures and one of the hot guys who really are my own age will fall into lust with me and then I’ll go to prom with him.
