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I shake my head. “I’m not on my period.”

Gripping the back of his neck, Khaos sits back on his haunches.

“It’s not…from that.”

Did he bite me down there or something?

“What is it from?” I ask with a touch too much hostility.

“My…size.”

“Why would you say that?” His dick is big, but that big? Too big? Enough to make me bleed?

Actually, I can kinda see it.

But I’ve never bled after sex, not even my first time when my “cherry was popped.” What a stupid term. Literally no one I know bled their first time.

“Because you were bleeding when I ate you out.”

“Just now?” I didn’t think he could even see very well from that angle. Technically, I was hoping he couldn’t.

“By the pool.”

My eyes nearly bulge out of my freaking head.

“And you kept going?”

All traces of insecurity disappear as he shrugs, and says, “Yeah.”

I’m… Just… What?

“Khaos,” I cry as I rest on the side of my hip.

“It wasn’t that much,” is all he says, as if that makes it any less mortifying.

Reclining until I’m lying on the floor awkwardly with my bottom half partially twisted and my legs still bent, I stare up at the ceiling, and say, “So you wrecked me after all.”

This chuckle is nothing but arrogance.

I lift my head off the mat to pin him with a glare. “I better be able to cheer. I have camp this week.”

Suddenly serious, he promises, “I’ll take care of you,” then he comes over, signs his name across my abdomen—sans cum this time—and begins wiping me up with his shirt.

I watch the ellipsis on my screen. Kota promised me—multiple times—that she would be asleep by the time I reached the end of the driveway, but here she is, forty-five minutes later, still awake and texting my ass. Her “camp” is actually a week of intense cheerleader training. Every day this week, she’s been so drained when she gets home, I can barely get a meal in her before she’s passing out. Next to me, of course.

After being together nonstop for the last four days, I got another text with an offer that was too good to refuse. Didn’t stop me from trying to though. I didn’t want to leave Kota, especially not at night when I know she struggles the most. If it wasn’t for Kota practically kicking me out, I wouldn’t have. She said she doesn’t want to be the reason I get fired. Of course I couldn’t tell her that’s not how this gig works because I don’t tell her anything about what I do to make money.

After several minutes, her text finally appears and it’s only two words.

I’m fine.

Even without the help of autocorrect, that should’ve taken her less than ten seconds to type.

“Hey, get out.”

Dex glances up from his own phone, then slowly looks around. Usually it’s packed in here, but since this is the last match, everyone’s cleared out already.

Seeing we’re alone, my friend asks, “Me?”