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I nod, and his devilish smile raises that piercing again. I’m absolutely lost to the moment as he slips back between my thighs. I can’t imagine his jizz tastes good, but he devours me like it’s the best thing he’s ever eaten. He eats me until my thighs squeeze his head in a vise and I’m on the verge of an orgasm. Stars blaze behind my eyelids as his tongue ring pushes me over the edge.

I lose all control of my body as I come. He doesn’t stop licking me until I spasm against his tongue, and only once I relax does he climb up my body and kiss me.

“Clean me off, pup,” he says.

I lift my hand to wipe his chin, but he looks down at me.

“Not with your hand. With your tongue.”

So I do. I rise onto my elbows and take my time licking his stubbled chin in long strokes. My tongue swipes his lips, and he growls as he kisses me with unbridled hunger. For a moment, I think he might fuck me again, but when I reach down to touch him, he isn’t hard.

“Do I not turn you on?” I ask.

That sours the mood for him. He withdraws from me and swipes a hand over the lower half of his face. “I told you. Sometimes I just can’t. My body just doesn’t cooperate. But you had me earlier today. You felt me. And I felt you. This is the time I’d . . .” His voice trails off, and he shakes his head.

He lies beside me and pulls me into him. I rest my head on his chest. He sighs.

“You turn me on, I promise. I’m just a little broken sometimes. But aren’t we both?”

I nod. I guess we are.

Chapter 18

Alec

I wake up in bed without Tegan. A groan vibrates my throat as I turn over and look at the clock beside the bed. It’s midnight. Only an hour after we fell asleep. Or maybe I was the only one who fell asleep.

Panic grips me. These motels aren’t the best places.

I’ve barely zipped my jeans before I reach the door and rip it open. If I know Tegan, she’s headed toward the vending machines to eat away any stress she’s feeling, so that’s where I run, bare feet and all. Gravel stabs into my soles as my eyes scan the aged signs. I finally land on one that says Vending Machine in scribbled handwriting. I take the left, then stop as I turn the corner.

Tegan is there, with two packages of discarded snacks beside her on the ground. But she’s not alone. I close the gap between us in three long strides and rip whoever it is away from her.

“Hey, man!” the familiar voice says, and I take a step back.

“Tye? What the hell are you doing here?”

His blue eyes look like icy circles in this light, and they narrow on me now. “She shouldn’t be out here alone, and I was making sure she knew that.”

I turn toward Tegan, who’s toeing the ground and refusing to meet my gaze. “I was just hungry,” she whispers, and her features twist into something similar to how she looked at the pool at the last motel.

I pull her into me, and her head drops to my chest as I wrap my arms around her. Is she okay? I mouth toward Tye.

He shrugs.

I lift her chin and make her look at me. “Let’s go back to the room.”

She nods, and we head back toward my room. Tye’s footsteps mirror ours. He’s following us back. We slip inside my room, and Tye closes the door behind him. He has beers and a bottle of something stronger beneath his right arm. I didn’t even notice.

“Is that why you were out?” I ask.

“Tomorrow’s the midnight party, but I thought we could start our own tonight.” He rattles the cans at his side. “But then I found her alone. Ace, you can’t let her wander around places like this by herself.”

My spine stiffens. “You think I let her go by herself?”

Tye shrugs.

“I ran out there as soon as I noticed she was missing.” I grab Tegan’s arm and turn her toward me. “Don’t do that again, pup. I’m not kidding. If something happened to you . . .” My voice trails off as I remember Tye’s presence. “Go to the bathroom.”