Nope. I was wrong. Sounds like she’s planning on finding a job elsewhere. She’ll move on and I’ll still be here. She’ll have a career and a new life, living in a new place with new friends and probably new men because, come on, look at her.

While I’ll be stuck here, wrapping up my last year in college, playing football for one last season before I turn in my jersey and become a dried-up has been.

Fuck my life. Seriously.

I whip my car into the complex lot and pull into my usual parking spot, shutting off the engine at the same time I say way too loudly, “Hey.”

She startles, sitting up straight, her head swiveling in my direction, her sleepy gaze finding mine. “Hey.”

“We’re home,” I practically bite out, sounding like a bitter asshole.

“Okay.” She climbs out of the car without another word and I follow her along the sidewalk. Then wait for her as she unlocks the front door. There’s no one in the living room, which isn’t a surprise. Eli and Ava are probably going at it like rabbits right now, having all that reunited sex they need to fit in before she hops on a flight and takes her ass back down to San Diego.

Women. Always trying to move on from us.

I don’t get it.

Once we’re inside, I follow Gracie to her room. Shove the door closed behind her before I sweep her into my arms and kiss her. It’s brutal. Possessive, and she responds to it completely, her tongue battling with mine, a low moan sounding in her throat.

Ridiculous, but wouldn’t you know it, my dick gets hard at the first taste of her sweet lips, and that sexy way she rubs against me.

My hands are everywhere, trying to take off her shirt, her shorts. She helps, shedding the shirt, revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra and I immediately rest my hands over her tits, squeezing and kneading her flesh. She whimpers against my lips and I thrust my tongue deep to shut her up.

I’m mad, but I’m desperate to fuck her. Maybe she’ll realize that what we have isn’t so bad, and she’ll want to stick around. That I’m not just some dumb fuck who doesn’t know what he wants to do with his life.

There’s more to me than meets the eye, and I thought she knew this, but maybe not.

She pushes me so I land on the edge of the bed, my legs spread, my breathing accelerated. I watch as she falls on her knees in front of me, reaching for the waistband of my athletic shorts and tugging. I left my hips and she pulls them off along with my boxers, my dick popping up, always ready and eager to play.

Especially with her.

A smile curls her lips, her gaze finding mine as she reaches for me, drawing my cock into her mouth. She sucks on just the head, her

eyes falling closed as she throws herself into the act like she always does. As if she enjoys it. Like she craves the taste of my dick, which I sort of think she does. I know I’m always wanting to lap at that pretty pussy of hers, so I get it. We’re addicted.

One of us more than the other.

I try to stay impassive, as if I’m observing her from afar. Try to see if she’s just pretending to enjoy sucking my dick, when all along I believed she was totally into me, but it proves difficult. Soon lost to the suction of her mouth. Her fluttering tongue and her hands cradling my balls.

Leaning back, I rest my hands on the mattress behind me, lifting my hips in a restrained rhythm as I fuck her mouth. She lets me, taking it. She always takes it. Always acts like she enjoys it too and I groan when she releases me from her mouth to slide her tongue down my shaft, just before she licks my balls.

I have a real thing for women using their mouth on my balls and she knows it. She plays it up. Just like I also have a real thing for ass play and she lets me play with her ass whenever I want. We give each other so much, and not just sexually either.

So why can’t she see? Why is she so blind?

I banish the worrisome thoughts from my head and concentrate on how good her mouth feels on my cock. She wraps her lips around the head once more, sucking so tight her cheeks hollow out and I groan, that familiar tingling starting at the base of my spine.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her and she releases my cock from her mouth, her tongue out, her fingers around me as she puts on a show for me and smacks my dick against her tongue again and again.

So fucking hot. The woman just knows what to do to twist me up.

“Do it,” she whispers, racing her lips up and down my shaft. “Come for me, Caleb.”

She squeezes the base of my cock extra tight, her lips back on the tip before she dips her head down, taking me all the way in. I give in to my urges and move my hips, fucking her face in earnest now, and she breaks away at the last second so I can see that first spurt of semen hit her right at the corner of her mouth so that it drips down her face.

I’m a sucker for a visual. The groan that leaves me is loud enough for our neighbors to hear.

Fuck it.

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