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“You have to, Axel, or how else will we know if this is real?”

He dragged his hand through the tumble of dirty blond locks. “It felt pretty damned real when I was buried inside you just a few minutes ago, didn’t it?”

I nodded slowly, clenching my jaw to keep it from trembling. I was terrified of losing Axel, but in these last few months I’d also realized I deserved more. I wanted a boyfriend who really loved me. I wouldn’t be anyone’s second choice.

“Okay… I’ll do it if that’s what you want.” His hand lifted to my cheek, and he gently brushed his thumb across my skin.

I blinked quickly to keep the burning tears from spilling over. Was I crazy to risk losing him? Probably. But better to know now than in a couple months when I was completely in love.

“These past few months were not at all what I expected, blondie. And the past week, well, damn…” A rueful grin curled the corner of those kissable lips.

“Same here.”

He pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead before releasing me. My body immediately rebelled at the loss of his, but I held strong, curling my hands into fists at my side to keep from reaching out for him.

“I should probably go now and get it over with, right?”

My chin dipped, despite the knot of emotion tightening my throat.

“Come on, I’ll walk you out.” He held the basement door open and led me through the massive foyer of the Sigma Delta house. A few brothers already littered the living spaces, those ominous snake and dagger tattoos peeking out from beneath the shirts of a select few.

If Axel and I survived this, I vowed to force the truth out of him. If we had any hope of actually being together, it wasn’t only Cordelia standing in our way. She was the easy part. It was Brock who could be our ultimate undoing.

CHAPTER 47

I’M PERFECTLY FINE

Axel

Cordelia’s white dress lifted up her tan thighs when she bent to take her turn at the pool table. A tiny peek of her ass showed, and memories of gripping each full cheek while we fooled around rushed through my mind.

There was a time when I would have been mesmerized and even a little tortured by the sight and those memories. The girl was hot. No doubt about it.

But after being with Lorelei, I was beginning to think my feelings for Cordelia hadn’t run as deep as I’d thought. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be obsessively thinking about blondie right now.

Did I love Lorelei?

I wasn’t sure, or maybe I was afraid to admit it after what happened with the last girl I claimed to love.

When Cordi sank the solid red ball, she jumped up on her tiptoes. “I can’t believe I made that.”

“I can’t either,” Gage muttered as he sat on a swivel stool in one of Sigma Delta’s game rooms with his back leaning against the burnished wood bar.

Slate groaned and let his pool stick fall back to his side. “Why do I let you hustle me every time?”

Cordelia scoffed. “It’s not hustling when you know I’m good at pool.”

“Your hot body confuses me.” Slate meandered toward the bar, set his stick down, and grabbed a bottle of expensive vodka. “I forget things around you. Tell her it’s true, Axel. Cordi has some kind of magic juju that turns guys into idiots.”

He could be right because I became a fucking idiot for that girl.

Cordi’s head snapped in my direction as I loitered in the doorway, her glossy lips curving into a smile that used to hypnotize me in seconds. “Hi, Ax. I didn’t know you were there.”

I crossed the threshold and headed for the bar. “I was just walking by and heard you guys.”

That was a lie. When I asked Killian if he’d seen his girl’s best friend, he told me Cordelia had wandered off with Slate. Gage shot me a text when he found them in the game room.

“You and Lorelei finally decide to come up for air?” Slate grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. “You two have been fucking like bunnies lately.”