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I haven’t forgotten what she said in my truck, and I want to help build up her confidence however I can. It’s not like it’s some hardship on my part.
“I’d rather you did.”
My heart leaps. “Yeah?”
She nods, then lies down on her side with her back facing me. “I’ve never had sex in this position, and I’ve always wanted to try it.”
It feels important, that she’s comfortable admitting that to me. It’s fuel, to the protective, possessive urges that keep flaring up around her. And I hate how I have to answer. “I only brought the one condom.”
“There are some in the drawer.”
I roll over and reach toward the table beside her bed. Something unclenches in my chest when I see the box is still sealed.
“You must not have been a Boy Scout,” Rylan comments, glancing over her shoulder as I open the box and grab a condom out. “You’re alwaysunprepared.”
I snort, sheathing my penis and then scooching behind her. “You thought I was a Boy Scout before that?”
“Nah.” She grins. “I would’ve been shocked.”
I slap her ass lightly and she moans, grinding back against me with no barrier between our bodies. It’s so easy to find her entrance and notch the head of my cock, so right to wrap her hair around my fist before I start to thrust because I know she likes it.
And fuck if this—talking to her, touching her, just being near her—doesn’t feel more important than winning the game earlier did.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
RYLAN
“Your résumé is very impressive, Rylan,” Professor Nolan tells me.
Most students select their own advisor by the end of sophomore year, when they declare their major. Since I wasn’t attending Holt then, Professor Nelson was automatically assigned to me because he’s the chair of the Mathematics department.
“Thank you,” I reply. My fingers twist anxiously on my lap. “But, you don’t think it looks…indecisive? Holt is the third school I’ve attended, technically.”
“Many students choose to transfer, and studying abroad is seen as an attribute. If anything, this showcases your ability to not only adapt to different academic institutions, but to thrive in each circumstance. I wouldn’t worry it will limit your opportunities anywhere.”
I nod, only partially convinced. I have no regrets about transferring to Holt. All it’s done is convince me I messed up not coming here in the first place. But I’m worried it’s a shortcoming. Proof I’m not as prepared as I pretend I am.
“Here’s a list of companies math majors have interned withrecently.” Professor Nelson hands me a piece of paper. “If you’re interested in applying to any of them for summer opportunities, we should meet again before spring break. There might be a few tweaks we can make to your résumé, depending on where we’re applying. But like I said, you’re a strong candidate. I wouldn’t worry.”
“Okay, thanks,” I say. “I’ll take a look.”
“Great. Anything else you wanted to discuss?”
I shake my head. “Nope. All good.”
He smiles. “All right. I’ll see you in class on Friday.”
“See you in class.” I stand, then head out of his office and down the hallway.
Once I’m outside, I pull my phone out of my pocket.
RYLAN: You busy?
AIDAN: Yes.
AIDAN: Texting you.
RYLAN: Can I come over?
