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Easing back out, I drove into him relentlessly. The pace I set was unforgiving as I chased the building pressure in my core. Theo’s fingers clawed at the wood, and his forehead pressed against the door, his body trembling with the effort to stay silent—my loud little wolf.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair and wrenched his head back, forcing his back to arch further for me. The door rattled in the frame with the impact of his body as I slammed into him. So much for silence and discretion, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t get enough of him.

There was no way I would last at this rate. Not with the way he felt around me—tight, hot, and made for me.

Reaching around, I wrapped a hand around his throat and pulled him upright against my chest. My teeth sank into the low curve where his neck met his shoulder as I cut off his airflow. His body locked up, and his ass clamped down hard around my cock.

As I kept him suspended in a space where I knew he was flying and teetering on an edge, my free hand fell to his dick, slick with precum as it throbbed and pulsed in my palm. He was already so close. I stroked him quickly, matching the pace I set as I fucked him.

“Come for me, little wolf,” I ordered roughly against his skin. “Take what you’ve earned.”

With my last sentence, I released his throat. The rush of air was the catalyst he needed to come apart, his body convulsing as a broken cry escaped him. His cum painted the door in hot, thick ropes. I fucked him through it, riding the waves of pleasure surging through him as I chased my own release. The pressure at the base of my spine coiled tight until I couldn’t hold back any further. I buried my cock as deep inside of him as I could, my hips faltering as I came with a loud groan against his shoulder. A shudder ran through me as his body gripped mine, his ass milking every last drop of cum out of me.

I stayed there for a long moment, breathing hard until the euphoria began to fade. Theo melted under me as he braced against the door, and his body trembled. As much as I wanted to stay inside him—stay wrapped up in this little break from the reality of our situation—I couldn’t. I slipped out slowly as I backed away, watching how my cum trickled out of him.

He rotated, pulling up his pants as he sagged against the door. His chest heaved with quick breaths while he watched me closely. I waited for the regret to hit. Instead, a number of conflicting emotions danced across his handsome face.

It would’ve been easier if he hated me.

Instead, he looked at me like he was trying to figure out how something could feel so right and be such a terrible idea at the same time.

“I know what I asked for,” Theo whispered finally, as if that somehow absolved me of letting my control shatter around him.

“It can’t happen again,” I replied. “It shouldn’t.”

He said nothing. He didn’t need to. Both of us knew it would. I had no control where Theo was concerned. And unfortunately, it was getting harder and harder to want to maintain that distance I’d insisted on.

CHAPTER 23

Theo

BABY KENNEDY: Did you win her back?

BABY KENNEDY: Is that why you ditched me?

BABY KENNEDY: You better be ignoring me for a damn good blow job.

Hands shoved in my pockets, I meandered around town, taking the long way back to the frat house. I hardly focused on the streets as I passed them by. My mind kept replaying the same conversation over and over.

“It can’t happen again. It shouldn’t.”

I snorted to myself. What a fucking joke.

Rhodes had said the same thing ten months ago when we’d first crossed this line. He’d said it after he took the job as coach. And here he was now, saying it all over again. But it was all bullshit and lies. I knew that. We’d be right back here again at some point—probably sooner rather than later. We were stuck in each other’s orbits. There was no escaping the inevitable.

The worst part was that I didn’t even care anymore. I didn’t care if he used me and tossed me aside with some stupid insistence that it couldn’t happen again.

That was the ugly truth. The realization should’ve bothered me more than it did. I knew exactly what Rhodes was offering. It wasn’t forever or a commitment. Hell, he couldn’t even say yes to next week. The only thing he ever put out there was scraps at best. And yet, I took them willingly. Sure, those pieces added up to… something. What, I wasn’t exactly sure. But that little bit shouldn’t have been enough. I should’ve demanded more or cut my losses.

In reality, I should’ve walked away when Rhodes had stopped being a fun distraction and started being something far more dangerous. That would’ve been the smart thing to do, but I never did the smart thing when he was involved.

Tonight was proof of that.

Was this all we were ever going to be? A secret? A bad decision? Would he be the “fake girlfriend” I lied about until he was over me?

As I turned down the front walkway to the frat house, I stopped. Jude sat on the steps with his elbows on his knees, his phone glowing in the darkness. From the way it was flipped sideways, I knew he was playing the puzzle game he liked to zone out on. He looked up when he heard me, and his expression was carefully composed.

A part of me wanted to turn and leave—to pretend I didn’t need to go home for the night. I didn’t want to have the conversation I knew he wanted to have. There was only one reason he was waiting for me, and his texts were more than enough of a clue as to why.