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She shakily tried to lift her head to look down at where I was fucking her, to watch my cock sliding in and out of her, coated in her arousal.

“You’re soaked, baby.”

With a weak noise, she fell back against the pillow, tilting her hips to adjust the angle of my thrusts. The toxic, jealous monster in my brain was sated for now, and I felt like I could breathe normally again. Everything is fine. She’s not leaving me. She’s not slipping away from me. She’s right here, so beautiful and so perfect and so sweet right in front of me.

She’d gone into the dangerous, freezing-cold ocean to save my life.

Fuck.

I leaned down to kiss her, still pumping into her soaked pussy as I devoured her hungry mouth. Her soft lips parted easily, her tongue fluttering against mine. I gently, reverently wrapped my hand around her arched throat so I could feel her pulse—just like a butterfly’s wings thrumming under my fingers.

She whined softly, enough of her strength coming back that she could loop her arms around my neck and hold me closer.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I like this.”

“I know you do. I like that you like it. You’re made for me, baby.”

I eventually filled her with my cum, then played with her clit until she orgasmed on my still-solid cock, fighting the urge to just start fucking her again right there. But she was worn out, too tired to take me again so quickly. I didn’t mind.

I was waiting on a text back from someone else.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

MICAH

My phone was face down on the desk in my office, practically burning through the wood. I dragged an angry hand through my hair, gripping the strands hard as my cock throbbed in my pants. Anger stretched tight across my chest and heat coiled low in my abdomen.

Mason’s picture had been tormenting me for the last twenty minutes while I attempted to get any amount of work done. As Blackpine neared the end of the semester, I had more shit to deal with, and I’d decided to stay on campus to avoid the distractions at my house so I could get some tasks wrapped up.

Evidently, my distractions had decided to follow me.

For what must’ve been the fiftieth time, I snatched my phone off the surface and went to my messages with Mason, that fucking picture filling my screen again. They were in my bed. Mason was fucking Dakota in my own goddamn bed.

I put my phone down, only to pick it back up a second later.

Zooming in on the picture, blood surging, I skimmed my palm over my groin.

I’d been resisting for too long, and was unable to focus on anything else now.

The sight of Mason’s dick shoved in Dakota’s pussy, available for me to stare at whenever I wanted, was doing things to my brain.

Very bad things.

I couldn’t see much of her face because her hair was messy and she was facedown on my bed, but I could see the side of her mouth, part of her closed eye. Those pink, kiss-swollen lips and those dark eyelashes.

In my bed.

I’d not responded since the image had come in, but I did now.

Me

Fuck you

It was only a handful of seconds before Mason’s response came in, exactly as I’d expected. He was nothing if not predictable.

Mason