“I’m gonna—”

Rory bit my bottom lip, then rested his forehead against mine. “Yes. Do it now. Come.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I exploded in a flash of white light. Cum shot over his hand and up my chest. I shook uncontrollably and clung to him like he was the last thing holding me from the edge of a high cliff. Rory pulled me closer when he fell apart a moment later.

We didn’t speak for a while, but the quiet felt natural. Until I ruined it with a dreamy sigh that made me sound like a wide-eyed virgin. “Wow.”

Dammit. I braced myself for a snarky response designed to keep things real. Something to remind me not to fall for my tutor.

“It was pretty fuckin’ ‘wow,’ wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” I grinned, shifting to give him room when he sat up and plucked a few tissues from the box on the nightstand.

Rory dealt with the spent condom on his junk and then leaned over to lick the cum on my stomach before wiping it cleaned. He waggled his brows mischievously then pulled at my arm, wordlessly requesting me to come closer. I sidled next to him and rested my head on his broad chest. He stilled my hand when I tugged at the bar in his right nipple; then he kissed my knuckles sweetly.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.

“No, of course not. It was amazing. I admit, I was a little nervous at first. I haven’t bottomed in a while.”

“How long?”

“Over a year,” I replied.

“You haven’t had sex in a whole year?”

I snickered at his incredulous expression. “I’ve done a few things, but not anal. That’s kind of a boyfriend thing for me.”

“Oh?”

I widened my eyes and shook my head. “No, I’m—I’m not suggesting we’re boyfriends now. I’m just very careful about who I’m with. Max was the last person I was close enough with to trust.”

“Hmm. What’s the deal with Max and you? How’d you stay besties with the guy you used to fuck?”

I grimaced. “You make it sound so…creepy.”

“Serial killers are creepy. Asking about the ex you still live with is just keeping it real.”

“Feel free to keep it less real,” I snarked. “It’s not as sordid as you make it sound.”

“From the brief time I met him, I can tell you’re just friends, but you gotta admit it’s unusual. Can you see me living with Mitch and Evan?”

I chuckled. “No. Evan is very protective of Mitch. He wouldn’t share him with you.”

Rory furrowed his brow. “Share? Wait. Are you guys a threesome gone bad or something?”

“Fuck, no! Are you nuts? I’m just the ex. It took me a while to move on, but Max and I are better this way. He’s restless and reckless. The last few months before Sky came along weren’t all that fun. We went from being crazy-in-love high-school sweethearts to college lovers finally living in our own place to…something less.”

“What happened?”

“I guess the thrill was over. He got antsy, and then he met Sky. And that was the beginning of the end for us…as a couple. Truthfully, we’d been in trouble for a while. I just didn’t want to admit it ’cause I didn’t want to lose my friend. We’re good at being friends and roommates. Max is a dork who tends to think with his dick, but he’s a good guy.”

“How long has Sky lived with you?”

“Since July. It hasn’t been bad exactly. Just different.”

“I couldn’t live with my ex and his new guy, even if I didn’t want to be with him anymore. I’d plan massive daily pranks to sabotage their relationship. But I’m an asshole like that,” he said with a good-natured laugh.

“What kind of pranks?”

“My repertoire is endless. Pick a category…food, bath products, or bedroom antics.”

The playful spark in his eyes was hard to resist. I tapped my chin thoughtfully and grinned. “Food.”

“Let’s see…fill his donuts with mayonnaise. Put toothpaste in his Oreos.”

“Ha. Nice try but Sky doesn’t eat junk food,” I said.

“Fuck, no wonder we hate this guy,” he grumbled.

“We don’t hate him.”

“How do we feel about him?”

“We think he’s irritating. But as of this afternoon, there’s a concern he’s got some misplaced jealousy issues too.” I propped myself on my elbow and smiled. “Nicely done.”

“What?” he asked innocently.

“I didn’t realize you were still playing therapist on me, encouraging me to talk about my feelings. You’re tricky…and smart too.”

Rory shot a slow-growing grin at me. “I’m very smart.”

“I like that about you. Your brain turns me on almost as much as your hot bod. Were you one of those geeky kids in grade school who knew all the answers to every math problem?” I teased.

“Nope. I knew the answers, but I was too nervous to say them out loud. I didn’t want to be wrong, so I didn’t try. I’m sure my teachers thought I was a classic underachiever from a broken home. It’s sad that kids tend to put themselves in boxes defined by others. ‘The weird kid,’ ‘the quiet kid,’ ‘the brainiac,’ ‘the jock,’ ‘the nerd.’ In a way, I’m all of those things.”

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