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“You know this is what makes sense.”
In the end, Kiran and I had known each other forever, and on paper, we would make a great match. It would please our families. He was going to be a doctor, for Christ’s sake, and my mother would be ecstatic. It only made sense.
Words escaped me, but I nodded imperceptibly.
“Hey. Think about it at least, okay? And we can decide how we want to proceed,” Kiran said.
Standing still, feeling numb, all I could muster was another small nod. I guess in the end, it was always inevitable.
Sunday afternoon, I was back on campus, in my dorm room, alone. Lizzie wouldn’t be back until later this evening. I checked my phone as if willing Axel to text me to let me know he was back. He’d texted me hours ago to let me know he was at LAX and about to board his flight. He should’ve been back by now. Honestly, I didn’t know what that meant. Did he miss me? Did he want to see me?
Sadly, I sighed. I thought maybe the time away from him would make it easier for me to focus and put things in perspective when I wasn’t in my Axel fog. But it didn’t. I missed him. My fingers clicked on his name under my texts, and I contemplated sending him a message, asking if he was back on campus. As I started thumbing out a message, I stopped. I didn’t want to appear too clingy, and that’s what it’d look like if I did.
Thump. Thump. Thud!I startled, dropped my phone, and stared at the door. Sliding off the bed, I opened the door, and my heart pounded against my breastbone. Axel stood before me in a fitted white tee and black tapered track pants with red high-tops. I peered up at him and couldn’t read his expression because he was wearing sunglasses and a red ball cap. However, he perused me slowly before he stepped forward, nudging me back into the room with his chest.
“Axel?” My brows drew together in puzzlement, and my heart continued to pound.
His face was expressionless, not even a smile. He said nothing, moving us back another step, and I thought I might trip over my feet. Then he grabbed me by the hips, jerking me into his arms. “I fucking missed you, Hardcore,” was all he said before his lips claimed mine.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, pressing myself closer to him, indulging in his taste, and kissing him as if we’d never see each other again, knowing that, in reality, our time was limited. In a few months, our lives would be very different. Shoving aside my inner voice, I just couldn’t think about that right now.
“Did you miss me?” he asked gruffly as his mouth traced a path to my ear. His hand at my lower back was sinking into the band of my yoga pants and panties, yanking them down over my ass. Then he shoved a finger inside of me.
“Yes,” I gasped, arching into him, bumping my head into the bill of his cap, knocking it off. “So much.”
“You have a funny way of showing it.” He turned us, hurling us around until my back was against the wall. He tugged the material down my thighs until they were stretched and stuck at my knees.
“I didn’t want to bother you. You had bigger and better things to worry about.” I dropped a leg from his waist, allowing him to shove my pants and panties off me. Hiking my leg over his hip, he pressed me into the wall and pressed two fingers inside me, moving roughly. I gasped, desperate for his touch.
“Oh, yeah? You would think that, wouldn’t you?” Sarcasm laced his words, and I couldn’t get a read on his emotions because his eyes were shuttered by his polarized sunglasses. I reached up and took them between my thumb and fingers, pulling them off. He kept his unwavering gaze on me. His deep brown eyes were dark, without a tinge of humor. Or even his usual confidence. There was a vulnerability that he rarely showed, if ever.
“I signed with one of the top agents in the game. I was offered over five million dollars to endorse my own line of tennis shoes. And two million from another company wanting me to endorse their new sports drink. Not to mention, the other offers I turned down.” His lips twisted wryly. “The rest of my time, I spent on video calls from coaches and personnel from NFL teams, asking me every question under the sun, reviewing game film to analyze and break down my skills, and testing my football IQ. I had to stay laser focused and be on my A-game because every move I make is critical to be successful.”
He sounded almost angry as he curled his hand around my throat, firm but not in a threatening way. His eyes pierced me with his intensity as he tilted his head slightly. “However, despite knowing this,despite knowingI was blessed and should be grateful for these opportunities, and despite the fact I was living the dream others would kill for, all I could think about was you, and how much I missed you.”
“Really?”
He nodded solemnly. “That’s kind of fucked-up. Isn’t it?”
“Wh—?” Before the question escaped my mouth, he drove his fingers inside me again, stealing my breath.
“Talk time is over.” He drew us close, thrusting his fingers inside me again, and my insides were tingling with the need to orgasm. I tightened my thighs around his hips, bracing myself. Then he withdrew his fingers, and my mouth fell open, wondering why he stopped, only to soon feel the thickness of his cock answering the question, spreading me wide with his girth.
I only thought he stole my breath; now he was stealing all my common sense. Because I wanted him inside me now.
He thrust inside me to the hilt. “Condom,” I panted as I felt myself clench around him as if my pussy was fine with the current predicament.
He started to withdraw as his forehead crinkled and his eyes closed, but he kept the tip lodged inside. “I don’t have one,” he growled and drove himself deep inside my womb, and I curled my fingers over his shoulders. At the same time, my eyes widened. Whether in surprise or in pleasure, I didn’t know. Probably both. Definitely both.
He eased his shaft out slowly as we both watched. “I won’t come inside you.”
“You promise?” I exhaled sharply, my body trembling as he continued to move in and out of me. Euphoria seared my nerve ends, and my desire built with each thrust, frying my brain cells, as well, apparently.
“I’ll pull out,” he said in an unsteady voice. I ran my hand down his chest, feeling his firm muscles tighten and flex as he pressed his pelvis against mine. With each pass, he went deeper, and I moaned, bunching the fabric of his shirt in my hands. I guess that answer was good enough, and we were both not too concerned about making a foolish decision.
His cock was throbbing inside me, and he hissed through clenched teeth. “This feels too amazing to be fucking real.” With that, he drove into me relentlessly, powerfully, and my insides quivered as my orgasm overtook me, and my vision blurred, rendering me speechless. I thought I would rip his T-shirt as I clutched it like it was a lifeline. Axel was still pumping inside of me as my climax subsided.
Then he ducked his head between us and pulled out of me, jerking his dick as his semen shot out over my upper thigh. My legs hung limply around his hips as he still held me, our breaths mixing together as though we’d run a marathon.
