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“Cassie, do you think he’s cheating on me?”

“Becky, is it possible there’s something wrong with him? Maybe he should see a doctor?”

“Terry, can you get your hands on your dad’s blue pills for me?”

Fuck.

My thumb found her clit and started circling while I continued to suck on her nipples. Her hands threaded into my hair as her breathing got faster. Thankfully, it didn’t take long. After several diligent moments of my attention, she came on a cry, arching her hips toward me and automatically sending my fingers deeper inside her. “Oh god! Corbett!”

I soothed her through it and then carefully pulled up her shorts before grabbing her bra and tank top off the floor. “Good?”

She dropped onto the edge of my bed as I headed to the sink to wash my hands. “Oh my god, I missed that so much. You’re so fucking good at that.” She inhaled a deep, shuddering breath and let it out. “Come over here, and I’ll suck you off before I have to meet Cassie for coffee.”

I waved a hand in the air like it was no big deal. “It’s okay. I need to get to practice anyway. Rain check?”

She frowned. “You sure?” Then her eyebrows lifted, and the edge of her lips quirked up. “You came in your pants, didn’t you?”

I stared at her.

She giggled. “There’s no way you went that long and didn’t come in your pants. Admit it.”

A hot flush of shame washed over me. “I can neither confirm nor deny your allegations,” I said, trying to make a joke of it while also avoiding the lie.

She laughed and shrugged back into her clothes. “It’s okay, you know. Honestly, it’s flattering.” She gave me an assessing look. “I’m adding that to my list of sexual conquests.”

I let out a soft laugh before realizing I wasn’t quite sure she was joking about having a list. But I also didn’t want to know. “Sorry to cut this short,” I said.

She stood up and pressed a sticky kiss to my cheek. “No worries, babe. I’ll call you later.”

As soon as she was out the door, I turned back to the sink and washed the lip gloss off my face and out of my mouth. Then I bolted the door, threw myself onto Vaughn’s messy sheets, and shoved my hand down my shorts.

The scent of my roommate’s bodywash surrounded me as I let myself remember his voice.

Take it. Fucking take my cock. Just like that. Good boy.

My dick roared to life immediately, like a fucking traitor. Vaughn’s dirty talk rumbled in my ear while I jacked myself angrily. My cock leaked enough to smooth the way, but I was also pissed enough to get up, find my lube, pour a generous amount in my hand, and then stash the fucking bottle under his pillow so he’d know I’d been there.

Then I rage-bated until coming all over his fucking sheets.

I was so fucking furious at him for fucking up my head and causing whatever exhaustion hallucination this was, I didn’t allow myself to second-guess it. Just cleaned off quickly at the sink and headed straight to practice.

Fuck Elliot Vaughn and his cheap-ass drugstore bodywash straight to hell.

The man was a menace, and anger was an inexplicable aphrodisiac.

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VAUGHN

I stared down at the obvious cum streaks on my navy blue sheets.

What the actual fuck. Was this kid for real?

How fucking typical of McNeely. Didn’t have the balls to confront me to my face, but no qualms about ruining my shit behind my back.

And to think, I’d actually almost started feeling bad for the asshole, wandering around like a zombie from lack of sleep.

Fuck that.