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“Tell me I’m better than your vibrator.”
“You feel better than everything,” I say, thrusting my hips up in hopes of resuming his rhythm again.
He groans at my response, picking up his pace. "Good. I want you disappointed by anything that isn't me."
Pressure builds in every part of my body as he pounds into me. It hurts so fucking good. The few seconds I stay stuck at the edge feel like forever before I fall over it, a wave of ecstasy flooding through me. I feel my orgasm everywhere, a thin layer of tingles under my skin as I contract around Troy. His rough movements tell me my undoing was also his. He continues to thrust into me, until I relax into the couch, my arms moving from across my eyes to run my fingers into my now sweaty hair. “God, I never get tired of you.” I lock my eyes with his on a sigh, and I can see how happy my words make him.
Troy falls forward, propping himself up on his forearms that frame my face, without pulling out of me. He leans in to kiss me, and the contact sends another wave of pleasure through me. He grins at a delayed twitch from my orgasm before kissing me again, like he didn’t get enough. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
TROY
Mycousinhasbeenin town instead of away on business, so since I got back from Oregon, I’ve spent every night at Lexy’s. Even though my place is less than ten minutes from hers, I haven’t been home in two weeks. Selfishly, it’s just easier. I prefer being wherever it’s most likely for her to wear the least amount of clothing.
Living with a girl is nothing like I thought it would be, not that I would know considering I’ve never lived with one before. Even though Emily and I were together for four years, I went from the Montgomery’s house to the fraternity house to renting a house with Cooper. Thank God I didn’t sign a lease with Emily. That would have been a nightmare, but being around Lexy all the time is a dream.
I know it’s only been a couple weeks, but she’s never in my way, and I never seem to be in hers. Our schedules are almost identical, so we’ve spent a lot of time together and haven’t had any issues. I guess I expected something to come up. I haven’t mentioned the idea of buying the bar back home, and I’m not convinced I will. I’m worried about ruining the good thing we have going.
I just walked into my place after work. My cousin left for a business trip a few days ago, so I needed to come back to fulfill my plant watering and mail retrieving duties. Lexy should be here soon. I washed my clothes once at Lexy’s–and left a few things there–but I stayed long enough I ran out of clean laundry again. Dumping everything from my suitcase I brought to Oregon, I pull out the clothes to toss them in the washer.
The front door clicks open as I’m measuring out the detergent. “I’m in here!” I yell, knowing it’s Lexy. She told me she was on her way, and I left it unlocked for her. By the time I’m finished throwing my clothes in and starting the machine, Lexy hasn’t come to find me like I expected. I wander out to find her.
When I get to the living room and see the back of her blonde ponytail, I make my way to her. Fuck, her ass looks good peeking out of her shorts as she leans against the kitchen breakfast bar.
“Heeeey.” My excited tone drags into hesitation when I glance from the look on her face to the papers in her hand. Fuck, I forgot I left those on the counter.
“What is this?” She looks more confused than anything.
“Can we sit?” I don’t want to have this conversation standing in the kitchen.
She nods and lets me lead her to the couch. When I sit, I’m surprised when she straddles me, setting the stack of papers next to us. My hands fall to the waist of her jean shorts, sliding barely under the bottom of her tank top until they meet skin. She leans forward to press her lips against mine before pulling back.
“Okay, I’m ready to listen now,” she says, as if her kiss was the first item of business she needed to check off.
My heart races both from being so close to her and being afraid this talk will change that. I take a breath. As long as she isn’t mad I didn’t tell her right away, it’ll be fine because if she doesn’t want to move then we won’t. Easy as that.
“You know my Uncle James.” I know she knows who I’m referring to, so I phrase it as a statement. She nods anyway.
“He grew up in Oregon, so he’s known his best friend Tony basically his whole life. They own that family cabin together–the one I told you about.” She nods again, slowly. “Well, Tony also owns a bar. One of the main ones the college kids go to. But he’s selling it, and he asked me if I wanted to buy it.”
I watch a range of emotions flicker across her face like aWheel of Fortunewheel before she lands on one–it’s a look I haven’t experienced yet.
She pulls away, my hands reluctantly loosening their hold on her as she slides off me and onto the couch, her legs curling under her.
Fuck.
“I thought you’d tell me everything.” Her statement is caught somewhere between being directed at me and a realization muttered to herself.
I turn toward her, reaching for her hand, but she pushes mine away. She scoots back on the couch until she’s leaned against the opposite arm rest and pulls her knees to her body.
“Lexy. I’m sorry–”
“You’re leaving me.”
“What?” I ask in a panic. “No!”
She ignores my response and continues talking quietly to herself. “Maci left. Mack left. Now you’re leaving.” Her devastation breaks me. I move to her side of the couch, refusing to let her push me away again.
