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“You like that?” he asks, watching me watch us.

“Yes.”

“You’re a slut for me, aren’t you?”

I moan as he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder. “Yes. I’m your slut.”

“Fuck, baby. You make me insane.”

I can’t think. I can only feel as his rhythm picks up and he reaches between us to flick my clit with his thumb. I moan so loud I’m pretty sure it can be heard all over the city. His deft fingers know exactly what they’re doing.

“Are you close?” he asks, and I nod vigorously. “Me too,” he says, increasing his pace. “Fuck.”

I watch as his eyes close and he throws his head back. The column of his throat is so sexy, his body is so strong and beautiful, and the way he’s touching me is so erotic. It’s enough to make my pussy clench and convulse all around him a minute later.

He growls and kisses me as I moan into his mouth, riding out my incredible orgasm. Then he stills inside me, and I revel in the fact that his cum is pouring into me. “Oh my god.”

He grunts and kisses me again, his chest pressing against mine. I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight, never wanting to let go.

thirty-five

hunter

IT’S THE FIRST DAY OF WINTER BREAK, and the freedom is almost overwhelming.

I had to cram like crazy for every exam, but they’re finally over and I can relax. I still have hockey practice, but that’s one of my favorite things in the world, so it doesn’t faze me. I also have Stevie with me every day for the next week, and I don’t think I could be happier.

The only complication? Her piece of shit former boss has been elusive as fuck.

Having her with me, safe in my house makes me feel a little bit better about not being able to track him down. I try not to think about it too much.

I also try not to think about all the holiday events I’m obligated to attend in the next two weeks. And then dealing with New Year’s Eve, which has always been my least favorite holiday. Fuck me.

I shake my head and grab my sneakers. Going for a run with Jamie will help get these thoughts out of my brain. Outside, it’s brisk, but it still hasn’t snowed yet, and probably won’t until January. That’s fine by me.

Jamie is waiting for me at the small park across the street from my place. I join him and do some stretches.

“Happy winter break,” he says.

“Yeah, thank fucking god, man.”

He laughs. “You’ve had a rough few weeks.”

“Don’t remind me.”

We continue stretching for another minute. I kind of want to and don’t want to talk about it all. I’m not in the habit of pouring my heart out to my friends, or anyone really. I let out a deep breath. Jamie glances at me.

“You’re okay, though?” he asks.

“Fine.”

“You sure?”

“Let’s go,” I say, taking off. A second later, he’s jogging beside me. The cold wind feels good against my face. I pick up my pace, wanting to feel the burn in every muscle in my body.

“Slow down, turbo,” Jamie says, even though he’s keeping up with me just fine. “We just got started.”

“Shut up and run.”