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She turns her head to look at me. "What are you doing?"
I smirk. "What? Are you scared?"
"Is that a challenge?"
Shrugging, I focus my attention back on the concert and carefully slide my hand into her pants. Thankfully, she's wearing a long enough shirt so it covers everything for the most part—especially the bulge of my hand being inside the tight material.
The second my middle finger finds her clit, she hisses and her stomach tenses. I can tell she's nervous by the way she keeps looking around. I lean down and move my lips to her ear.
"Relax and no one will know anything," I murmur.
She does, leaning into my touch as I start to rub circles against her clit. With my other hand, I pull her back against me so she can feel how hard I am. She drops her head, and if I know her as well as I think I do, she's biting her lip to try to keep herself from moaning.
When the chorus hits, I slide my hand deeper and shove two fingers inside of her—rubbing the bundle of nerves on the inside while my thumb still works on the one outside. I can tell by the way she starts to grind against my hand that she's already getting close, but luckily, it just looks like she's dancing against me.
After kissing her neck, I move back to her ear. "I can't wait to get you home. Where you can bounce on my cock. Where you can scream my name. And where I can fill every inch of your tight little pussy."
She throws her head back against my shoulder as my words push her right over the edge. Her body shakes as she lets her high rip through her, everyone around us oblivious to her ecstasy. It's one of the hottest things I've ever experienced, but then again, everything with her has been. There's just something about us together that makes it all that much more.
As she starts to come down, I look up at Harland and see him watching us strangely.
Busted.
He watches me pull my hand out from her pants and chuckles while still singing the song. "Trayland, you are one slick fuck, my man," he calls between lines.
Our friends look at me, confused, but I merely smile and salute. Meanwhile, Tye turns around in my arms.
"I hate you," she murmurs, but there’s no heat to her words. That orgasm mellowed her right out.
I smile down at her. "And I love you. That's how we work."
Her breath hitches, but I don't expect an answer as I wink at her and go back to watching the concert. Tye never has been good with feelings or relationships. I'm pretty sure she has spent most of her life avoiding both those things, actually. But she shows it in the way she acts, and the way she cuddles up against my side at night. And that's enough for me.
I'M STANDING IN MYroom, looking for my shirt, when I realize there are none clean. I know that Tye has been wearing them, and while it might leave me with none, she looks damn good in them. I walk into the kitchen and find her making a pot of coffee. Coming up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her cheek.
"You're in a good mood this morning," she acknowledges happily.
I hum. "It's Sunday. We have the dorm to ourselves, because Jace is spending the day with Paige and her mom. It's gorgeous outside, though I have to say I'm liking the view inside a lot better. Oh, and did I mention we have the dorm to ourselves, all day?"
She chuckles as I spin her around and back her against the counter. I press myself against her and run my hand down her body while hers rests right in the middle of my eight-pack.
"Wow. What should we do?" she teases.
Two can play that game."What any normal two people do on a Sunday morning. Go to church. I'm in the mood to pray."
A bark of laughter emits from her mouth. "Please. Carter Trayland doesn't get on his knees for anyone."
My face goes serious, and my gaze locks with hers. "Say the word and I'll get down on one right now."
Her breath hitches and she stares back at me with both fear and fire in her eyes. It's no surprise, to me or anyone, that she's afraid of commitment. That's why even though it's been over a month of us hooking up, I haven't heard one peep from her about our status. She's just as afraid of the answer as she is the question.
Not expecting an answer, and partially because I'm taking pity on her, I wink and then change the subject. "I think we should go to your dorm and get more of your clothes. As good as you look in mine, I'm running out of clean shirts twice as fast. And I hate laundry."
She giggles and runs her finger in the crease of my abs. "I don't know. I kind of like seeing you shirtless all the time."
"I know, baby, but if I don't have any clean shirts, the whole campus is going to see me shirtless all the time."
The smile drops right off her face, and a twinge of jealousy shows through. "Ugh, fine."
