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"You're not in the middle of Hunter and me. He and I were over before you and I met. You know that Tripp."
"I feel like I don't know anything anymore," I gritted out, succumbing to the feel of her hand stroking me.
"You think I have this figured out? I've never gotten on my knees for anyone, Tripp. But I want to stay here all day and get lost with you."
"Open your mouth," I groaned, knowing I was no longer going to be able to pull away. "Open up."
When she put her lips around the head of my dick, I came, slightly thrusting my hips and banging the wall above her head. "Fuck, Coconut, fuck!"
She moaned as she swallowed and stood up, pressing her lips to mine. "I'm going to finish myself off in another shower. You need to sit down and figure out what your problem is."
"You were with Hunter this morning," I yelled, not letting her walk away. "And if you want to come, that is my job. Don't fucking walk away from me."
"If you saw me with Hunter this morning, that means you are stalking me, stalking him, or already know how little room I have left for the shit you two keep bringing into my life."
"Calm down, Columbo, I jogged down there and had lunch."
"And I go to the beach every fucking Saturday."
Her eyes were fiery, and her nose was scrunched up in disdain. Somehow, she looked even more gorgeous than when dressed up for dinner or naked and begging me to fuck her. Mad Tatum was twisting me around, making me feel something I never had before, and I had to get the hell out of there.
Pushing her back against the wall, I slid my hand down her stomach. Taking two fingers, I hooked them inside her and used my thumb on her clit. As I worked her core, her tits bounced, and I put my mouth over her nipple, flicking the tight bud with my tongue.
She was already on edge, worked up from being on her knees in front of me. So it didn't take long before she started clamping around me and shaking. Tears came out of her closed eyes, and her head shook.
"You better not be picturing him behind those lids, Coconut. You better know who you're with."
"Stop!" she cried. "Stop bringing him up."
"Then stop making me question what the hell is going on."
"It's not him, you're questioning. It's you."
Backing away as if she had slapped me, I pulled my fingers from her body, a stream of her cum attaching us until it broke as I got far enough away. With my hands by my sides, I stared at her, hoping she wilted if I bored my eyes into her hard enough. But she stood her ground and smirked, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.
She was right. It was me I was questioning, but always turning it around on her, and Hunter made it easier to deal with. I felt more for her than I ever expected, and instead of embracing it, I was trying to find reasons to fight it.
With the hand that just made her cum, I reached into my back pocket and retrieved a note Hunter had left under my door. It had been folded, and handing it to her with my messy fingers felt poetic.
"What's that?"
"Another piece of a puzzle I never asked to participate in. Another reason my head is spinning with thoughts of Hunter all the fucking time. Because he's always around. Always here."
She opened the folded page and immediately dropped the paper with a gasp.
"I'm sure you can understand why I'm losing my mind, Tatum."
"Where? Who?"
"You know who," I laughed with a grunt. "It was pushed under my door."
"He was at the beach with me, when you were running, remember?"
"Don't defend him. It took me two hours to run home. He could have gotten there and then made his way back here. I bet he's outside now, waiting for me to leave."
"Then why did you risk it?"
"Because no one is going to tell me who the hell I can fuck."
