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“Time to pay up, big guy! Let’s go!”
Shit!My head pops off the pillow, and I’m instantly alert while Mikayla lets out a soft moan of complaint.
“I know what you got up to last night, man! I’m not deaf,” Asher calls through the wood. “Now, get your ass up and get dressed. Actually, scratch that. You don’t need to get dressed.” He starts laughing, and I clutch Mikayla a little tighter against me.
Shit, shit, shit!
The bet. The fucking bet.
Sure, it whistled through my brain a couple times last night, but I told it to fuck off, because there was no way I wasn’t showing Mikayla how much I wanted her. We connected on a whole new level last night, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything.
If it means I have to walk around campus naked today, then so be it.
I groan, squeezing my eyes shut and cursing my cocky ass for agreeing to such a stupid bet in the first place.
CHAPTER45
MIKAYLA
The thumping on the door roused me, as did something about not bothering to get dressed this morning.
The words take a minute to register, my sleepy brain too slow to calculate them. With a little groan, I roll over and creep my eyes open.
Ethan is gazing at me, but the sweet smile on his face does absolutely nothing to hide his worry.
“What was all that about?” I mumble, my morning voice taking a minute to kick in.
“Uh… just this, um… I have this thing with Asher.” His eyes dart past my shoulder, and I sit up with a jolt, my small boobs jiggling.
His gaze skims my body, and I resist the urge to cover up. He just spent the night exploring every inch of me; I can’t go getting bashful now.
Lightly pinching his chin, I force him to look me in the eye and ask, “What thing? The look on your face tells me it’s not good. So, spill.”
He covers his eyes with a groan, then rattles off the details so fast I struggle to keep up with them. “I made a bet with Asher and lost, so I’m not supposed to have sex for a month.”
I blink. “No sex. For a month?”
“Yeah.” He groans again.
I look down at our naked bodies. “You do realize that what we did last night is called sex, right?”
His dry glare is comical enough to make me laugh, but his lips aren’t even twitching, so I quickly sober up.
“Okay.” I swivel my body to face him, and his hand lands on my hip. I love the way his large fingers curve around my body. He’s so big and broad and beautiful and?—
Focus, Mick!
“So… what was the bet?”
He gives me a sheepish wince. “That I could beat him at darts. We’d been drinking,” he adds, as if that explains everything.
“Okay, and you lost, so now you’re not supposed to have sex for a month.” A thought hits me—yes, my morning brain is slow—and I let out a gasp. “Wait. Is that why you kept hesitating over us?”
He gives me awell, duhlook, and I can’t help a huge grin. He did want me. He wanted me all along.
“Why didn’t you just tell me? It could have saved a lot of angst, you know?”
“Yeah.” He squeezes my hip, his eyes lingering over my body before he looks up at my face again. “But it was part of the deal. I wasn’t allowed to tell anyone so that girls would think I wasn’t into them.”
