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“Fuck yeah, I missed you.” Didn’t even care why she was in here. I narrowed the distance between us. “Planning to punch me again?”

“Would that stop you?” The way she raised her brows made me laugh.

“Nope. Be totally worth it. But don’t damage those beautiful hands, I’m sure Jonas would punch me for you.”

She laughed against my lips, but I kissed whatever words she was about to say away. The feel of her skin on mine was a revelation. Little nips and bites, followed by swipes of her tongue and we were both groaning. I loved to take over and she usually let me, but there was a demand from her that I’d never experienced.

“Fuck, Kaitlin…” I tested her name out and then her teeth sank into my lip. Blood welled up and I jerked my head up. Three things hit me simultaneously.

Ihadbeen dreaming about Ace. Iwasn’talone in bed. The woman in my bedwas not Ace.

“Did you really just groan that bitch’s name at me?” Payton Webber, one of the worst mistakes of my life, snarled up at me. She had one hand on my dick which deflated the minute we recognized who was touching us.

I pushed up with one arm, then caught her wrist in my free hand. She was already tightening her grip and pain flared through me. “Let me go,” I ordered as I squeezed her wrist with the same amount of force she was using on me.

With a gasp, she let out a cry before she finally let me go. I was going to have nail impressions in my dick, and I didn’t say a word as I rolled out of the bed and then hauled her out of it.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

She stumbled as I let her go once we were clear of the bed itself. I had no idea what time it was. My cock hurt, my eyes were gritty, I had a headache, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to punch a woman.

Fisting my temper, I dragged on a pair of sweatpants then glared at her.

“Since when did you become a fucking prude?” Payton demanded, one hand on her hip and glaring at me. Her tits were on point and she didn’t seem to give a damn that she was naked. Fine, I didn’t really care either other than she’d been all over me. “And you never complained about fucking me before. In fact…” She started forward. “I happen to know you enjoyed it.”

“Don’t mistake enjoying getting off for actually liking you. Fucking you and talking to you? Two totally different things. How did you get into this suite?” It wasn’t the first time. “And you’d think after you threw yourself at Ramsey, you’d have gotten a clue.”

“Oh, what do you care if Ramsey fucked me,” she said with a sniff as I snagged up her clothes.

“I don’t, but he has better sense than I do sometimes. Been there, fucked that, not going back for another experience. Now, get the fuck out before I throw you out.”

“You wouldn’t.”

The fact she thought I wouldn’t, amused more than irritated. She should remember.

“Yeah, I already have and I don’t mind doing it again.” When she didn’t take her clothes, I put my shoulder into her stomach and picked her right up, then marched to the door to the suite. I didn’t exactly throw her down ‘cause that would hurt. But the hall had a fucking draft blowing through it and she squealed as I set her down.

“What the hell?” she screamed at me. “Why are you so obsessed with that bitch? Do you think she gives a rat’s ass about you? You told me once that she’d never bothered to even get to know you and now what? You pant after her like she’s in heat and you are the only one who can satisfy it?”

"Payton—fuck off.” I threw her clothes at her, and she only caught one as they bounced off and fell on the floor. “Stay out of this suite. Stay out of my bed. Don’t ever fucking touch me again. Or Ramsey, for that matter, since he may not have the balls to tell you he isn’t interested but trust me when I say he’s not.”

“I hate you,” she shouted and I shrugged.

“I can live with it.”

“You are going to regret this.” She dragged up her clothes and clutched them to her.

“I already do.”

A sound from the door to the building echoed through the hall. Payton jerked like someone had shot her and I glanced to find the woman of my dreams standing right there with a bag of food in hand that smelled fucking fantastic.

She was back early.

Twenty-Eight

KC

I’d jogged up to the gate to meet the food delivery. Coming back to campus early might have gotten me in trouble except—no one had been around to say anything. If there was an RA who stayed over the holidays, I hadn’t found them.

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