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“Whenever you need me.” His eyes drift down to where the blanket has fallen to only barely cover my shaft and balls. “However you need me.”
“Atlas.” I tug on our hands, and he looks back up at me. “Sex wouldn’t be something I expect out of a boyfriend.”
“But it’s a bonus?”
“If we’re both feeling it.”
Atlas pulls his hand from mine and places it over my hip, dipping his fingers a tease beneath the edge of the covers.
“Are you?”
The answer to that would be a resounding yes, that my entire body is abuzz with the anticipation of Atlas closing his fist around my cock and milking me dry.
But I won’t hurt him.
And if he wants to do this, then we need to take it easy.
“I need to pick up Shiloh,” I say, withdrawing and sticking my hand under the covers to lift my boxers back into place. “Raincheck?”
If anyone can pout with their eyes, it’s Atlas, so I can’t resist leaning over and planting a soft kiss to his lips.
“I think we need to have a talk first. A real one. I’ll text you, and we can find a good time, okay?”
He nods, and right before I turn away again, he catches my cheek in his hand and pulls our mouths back together in a kiss so sweet it rivals the cotton candy we made.
“I thought you didn’t like kissing?” I ask, pushing down the part of me that wants to ask him to do it again.
His thumb caresses my cheek in slow circles.
“You might be the exception, Bumble B.”
I give Atlas a lift back to his dorm while I wait on Shiloh to come down, and I can’t say it isn’t nice how he leans over the center console to grab my face in his big, warm hand and give me a kiss goodbye.
By the time Shiloh throws himself into the passenger seat ten minutes later, I’ve worked the entire situation into a headache that throbs in my temples.
“You look like shit,” he says, crossing his arms and slouching in his seat.
“Well, thanks to someone’s bright idea, my hangover has a hangover.”
Shiloh shrugs and reaches to slide his seat back as far it will go and crosses his sneakers over the dashboard.
“Don’t blame me. Your little lip-lock buddy is the one who wanted to go out. Besides, you had Atlas, so you had like the best watchdog. Seriously, when I get wasted he’s with me twenty-four seven until he’s sure I’m not going to drown in my own puke.”
I try to keep my expression neutral as I pull us back onto the road. “He’s such a caretaker.”
“I know.” Shiloh throws his head back, picking at a colored band on his wrist. “Did you two…you know… get up to anything?”
My nails bite into the worn material of the steering wheel as my heart picks up the pace in my chest. “Like what?”
Shiloh deadpans, his eyes slowly sliding to mine and staring me down when I peek over.
“Sex, big brother. Did you and my best friend have sex?”
Jesus christ. I pinch the bridge of my nose and begin to wonder if Atlas told him anything.
Shiloh’s hand touches the collar of my shirt, tugging it down, and he snickers before pulling away.
“That’s one hell of a hickey you’ve got.”
