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“I have an appointment the day after tomorrow, but that doesn’t help right now.”
He smoothed the hair off my face. “If it will ease your nerves, we can get the morning-after pill.”
I nodded. “It’s late. The pharmacy is closed.”
“I’ll buy it in the morning and bring it by. Okay?” His eyes were filled with concern.
“Okay.”
He kissed my temple and set me on my feet as he stuffed his cock back into his track pants. I waited for him to give me my underwear back, thinking he was only kidding this time because there was no way that he would think Mark would be any threat to him. However, he pocketed them in his pants.
I scoffed in disbelief, holding my hand out. “Give me my panties.”
He sported a charming smile with dimples. “No. I told you I was holding on to these.”
“I can’t walk out of here like this in a skirt. If it catches a gust of wind, I’ll flash everyone.”
“We’re just walking to my car, not spending an evening out on the town.”
“Axel, your…stuffis leaking down my thigh.”
“My cum,” he clarified, staring hard at my skirt as if he could see through the material. “And don’t tell me that.”
“Why?” I crossed one foot in front of the other, squeezing my thighs together.
“Because I want to fuck you again,” he groaned and took my hand. “Let’s get out of here so we can eat, and I can fuck and cuddle with you again.”
When we left the book aisle, we passed by the area where my classmates were still at work. Some heads turned, seeing us, and I ducked my head in embarrassment while Axel smiled as if enjoying it. The guy had no shame, no shame at all.
The next morning, Axel went out to grab me breakfast tacos and brought me the morning after pill. “What a combination,” I said wryly before taking out the pill and swallowing it.
Axel
“You’re really gonna go for it on fourth and eight on your team’s thirty yard line?” April had rolled around, and I was teaching Natalie how to play Madden on the Xbox. She was getting better the more we played, but still. I wasn’t trying to decimate her team, but she played recklessly and had no interest in hearing my suggestions. Of course, she didn’t. Didn’t I already know she was obstinate?
Much like me.
“Yes.” She stuck out her chin in challenge.
“All right, then.” I smiled smugly. The play started, and I rushed her quarterback, sacking him before he could get the play off.
“Ugh! I hate this game.” She slapped the arm of the couch beside her.
“Damn, Hardcore. You have a temper.”
“I do not.”
“You do.” I leaned in, staring at her full lips that were tempting me like forbidden fruit. “I told you not to go for it on fourth down. You should’ve punted. You know that.”
“Punting is boring.” Her eyes flicked down to my mouth briefly before she drew back and shrugged a shoulder in indifference.
“But you are not.” And I realized I’d rather play with her than play this stupid game right now. Tossing the controller aside, I climbed over her and pushed her back on the couch, knocking her remote aside.
“Hey. I thought we were playing.”
“We are. I like this game more.” I clasped her wrists above her head. Hovering my mouth over hers, I said lightly, “You’re better at this game, too.”
“I am?” She smiled.
