Page 109 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Iran to the washroom, knocking just as the shower turned on.

"Shit," I muttered.

There was a pause from inside, and then the door opened.

Jonas was standing there in a towel, covered in bite marks and hickeys in the bright light of day, and my cock took immediate notice.

"Morning," he said casually. "What's up? You need to piss?"

"Yes, but I need to shower more. I'm going to be late for class if I don't leave in like five minutes. Mind if I go first? I'll only be two minutes."

He didn't move out of the way, but his gaze dropped thoughtfully.

"Why don't you just come in with me?"

I didn't argue.

With those eyes and that smile, Jonas could make me do anything.

I stripped my boxers off and climbed in. Jonas got in behind me.

He let me take the water, and I tried to just clean myself off at first, but then I made the fatal mistake of glancing at him over my shoulder.

He was wet from the spray, drops of water clinging to his lashes and dampening his hair. And he was watching me, his eyes glued to the soap dripping slowly over my shoulders.

I turned to face him, pulling him under the water with me. For a few minutes, we just cleaned each other off.

By the time I was supposed to be leaving for my class, we were fucking over the washroom sink.

His hole was swollen and pink and my cock felt like it was overly tender from all the sex, but that didn't stop either of us. We went slowly, watching each other in the mirror the whole time.

I never did make it to that class.

For the rest of the week, we took it a bit easier. Switching up what we did so that we could keep playing. I stroked his cock on camera, and then watched the video of my hand sliding up and down, making him twitch while he crouched between my legs, sucking me off. At one point, he just wanted my tongue, and he was the demanding sort, so I let him straddle my face, losing myself kissing and sucking and licking until we were both coming, him in my hair, me into my fist.

I'd never had so much sex before. I'd never been with someone who made me feel like I couldn't function unless I had my fix. And I'd never felt so proud that someone wanted to actually spend time with me before.

After years of being on the end of Jonas' hatred, seeing the lighter side of him was doing something to me. Something that made my insides turn to mush and my knees weak.

I didn't even care to see anyone else. I wanted to spend every moment with him. But I had stupid school to deal with and work piling up.

Pouting, I poured over my textbook at the kitchen table while Jonas was in the living room watching TV.

I wanted nothing more than to stretch out on the couch with him in my arms. I bet he would let me snuggle him if I wanted to. We didn't need to be having sex to touch, right? My chest tightened at the thought because, yeah, I wanted more.

It was probably stupid of me, but there was something about him that made me want to throw caution to the wind. Maybe it was that I couldn't imagine not continuing this. Hell, if he tried to date someone else, I would probably die a little inside—okay, a lot. I was beyond smitten. I lived for the little smiles he gave me.

But who knew what he was feeling about all this? He had jumped into it with ease. Maybe he was just enjoying having such an accessible hookup.

I sighed, trying to turn my attention back to the book.

A few minutes later, Jonas entered the kitchen behind me for a glass of water.

"You were on that page the last time I was in here," he informed me.

I sank a bit. I'd read this page about ten times at this point.

"I'm trying to make sense of it," I admitted.