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Matt hits his arm as he walks by. “No one, fucker. See you guys.”

  We all say good-bye, and I turn to Wes. “Where are you doing yours?”

  “At the nursing home on Ashby,” he responds without even glancing my direction.

  “Oh. That’s right. I forgot you like the old ladies who think you look like John Travolta.”

  He nods. “I go every Tuesday.”

  I laugh and he looks at me in wonder. “Tuesdays with Wesley,” I kid, and Adam is the only one who gets my joke. “Never mind.”

  “Okay, funny girl. When it’s your turn next year, where are you going to try to intern?” he challenges.

  Stopping to really think about it, I answer, “Probably at the zoo or conservation society. Though I wouldn’t mind volunteering at a nursing home. I could help them create a community garden.”

  Wes’s mouth purses as he looks at me in question. No, actually, he’s looking at me like I just gave him the answer to a question he’s had on his mind. I don’t know what to make of this expression, so I go back to talking about him. “Why a nursing home?”

  His eyes move to see who’s paying attention. When he realizes Chad and Nicole are completely lost in each other and Adam is texting away on his phone, he holds the bottle to his lips and says, “I spent a lot of time at one when I was growing up.”

  This is news to me. I don’t remember Wes ever talking about a grandparent, let alone visiting one. “Who were you there to see?”

  “My grandmother. I would go visit her once a week.” He pauses and then shrugs. “I would have gone more, but she was all the way in Torrance, and the ride killed my legs.”

  I swallow. “You rode your bicycle to Torrance? Wes, that’s like ten miles away from where we lived.”

  “Eight and a half.”

  “Wow. You must have really loved her.”

  He takes a drink of his beer, and I can tell it’s because he’s hiding whatever emotions are running through him rather than just being thirsty. “She passed last year.”

  “I’m so sorry. You must have missed seeing her.”

  “Nah. I moved her here to a place near Cal,” he states matter-of-factly, and I sit back in my seat, surprised.

  Here I thought, I knew everything about this guy since he was ten years old. It makes me wonder what else I don’t know.

  Wesley Knight is like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. One moment, he’s funny, and he does these surprisingly kind gestures for others. The next, he’s a bad-boy seducer who riles me up in the worst way.

  I don’t get a chance to pry any more because he puts his beer on the table and leans close to say, “Don’t think this little conversation is making me forget what you did back there in the kitchen.”

  With that, he gets up, says good night to the guys, and walks into the bathroom. When I hear the shower water running, I can’t help but wonder which version of Wesley I’ll get the next time I see him. And when I do, what kind of punishment will he have in store for me?

  I curl into my bed a little after midnight, staring at the ceiling. I try to sleep, but it’s useless. I’ve scoured the internet, checked every social media page I have, and filled every virtual shopping cart of my favorite store with things I never plan to actually buy.

  My problem: I’m horny.

  I’d try to touch myself, but it’s no use. I need something stronger, and my toy is way too loud. Chad and Nicole drank too much and decided to sleep here, and I’d be mortified if Chad heard the buzzing of my battery-operated tickler down the hall.

  I chuckle to myself when memories of how I touched Wes in the kitchen flash through my mind. I’ve never been so brazen. Wes is doing things to me, making me do things I never thought I’d do. I only got a taste of what his cock would feel like when I pressed against him in his car, and when I saw the opportunity, I had to take it.

  With a huff, I roll to my side, even more sexually frustrated than I was before.

  I toss and turn, not able to get him out of my mind, no matter how hard I try. When I check the clock, I see it’s been an hour, and I’m still wide-awake. I drop my head on my pillow, and that’s when I hear it.

  The turning of my bedroom doorknob echoes through the air. I sit up, staring to see what’s going on, not sure if I should be frightened by an intruder or elated that it’s Wes coming to put me out of my misery.

  When my eyes lock with his, it doesn’t matter how dark my room is; all I can see is the desire he’s blazing into me. I throw my sheets off of me and sit up. The bed squeaks, and his finger goes up to his mouth in a shushing motion.

  As he pads into my room, barefoot, my floor creaks, and he stops his movements, sidestepping until he finds a place that doesn’t make any sound.

  Wordlessly, he struts toward me. With my feet still planted on the ground and my ass on my bed, he stands directly next to me. Placing his finger under my chin, he tilts my head up to meet his eyes. He doesn’t have a shirt on, and the gray sweatpants he’s wearing are hugging him in all the right areas.

  He leans down and places a chaste kiss on my lips before whispering in my ear, “Lie down very slowly.”

  “Is everything okay—”

  “Shh,” he says in a whisper as he kneels down on the bed and it squeaks to accommodate his weight. “You shouldn’t speak or big brother will wonder what’s going on in here.”

  Confused, I tilt my head in wonder as he hovers over me. “What are you doing?”

  His hand glides down the front of my sleep shorts, and I let out a gasp at the electrifying touch. My sounds are too loud for his liking, so he leans close and silences me with a kiss. It’s firm and controlling as he swallows my whimpers while his hand moves over my clit.

  Our breaths are ragged when we part, and he behaves by removing his hand.

  I lick my lips and watch as his eyes dance to my mouth and slowly drift to my breasts that are heaving.

  My mouth parts to speak, but he shakes his head ever so slightly. “You need to be a good girl, Stacey, or you’re going to get us both in trouble.”

  I lift a brow, wondering what this man is up to as he gently presses onto my shoulder, laying me back on the pillow.

  The bed creaks again, and we still. Whatever Wes has planned must be done in complete and utter silence.

  With the utmost precision, he moves his hand from my neck, to my clavicle, and straight down between my breasts. Chills run through my body as excitement races through my veins.

  I inhale a shaky breath as his fingers ever so slowly make their way under my tank top and lift it up, exposing my breasts. He blows gently on the exposed nipples. My spine bucks off the mattress, and my legs widen. He smiles as he licks his thumb, sucking it between his full lips before lowering it to my left nipple and massaging it.

  I feel like I’ve never been touched before, like every guy before Wes was just a boy and I’m about to find out what it really is like to be with a man, someone who takes control, knows how to satisfy a woman, and has no problems doing so.

  It’s seductive.

  It’s so teasingly painful that I can hardly stand it.

  I want more of him, and I want it now.

  My moan is soft, but he scolds me anyway, removing his hand from my body. I puff out my lips in a plea, and he leans down to bite it. I’ll be as quiet as a mouse if it means I can get him to touch me again.

  Wes takes my hands and places them above my head, wrapping my fingers around the wrought iron of the headboard. I grab hold and watch as his lips meet with my skin, and he leaves a trail of kisses in the same path his fingertips lead. Only this time, he moves lower, down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my navel before tugging on my sleep shorts. We move in inches in an attempt to not make noise. The bed disobeys us twice.

  With my shirt pushed up and my shorts gone, I lie here, naked, in front of him. I want so bad to reach up and remove his clothes, too, but he seems to have a plan. My God, it’s been so good so far, and I don’t want to screw it up.

  Reminded
of when he mentioned me being a good girl, I decide to play along and show him just how good I can be when he’s in charge.

  Our eyes meet, and nothing but lust fills the air. I feel the moisture sliding out of me, and when he reaches his hand to my slit, I hear the groan that escapes his mouth.

  Starting at my knee, he works his way down my thigh, kissing every inch until he’s in between my legs. I’ve kept my hands above my head, and all I can see is my chest rising and lowering so fast with his face right where I’m dying to be touched.

  With a swift lick, he swipes against my clit, and my hips buck off the bed. His large hands brace my waist, keeping me there as his tongue swirls around and then takes long strokes from my opening all the way up.

  My knees press against his head as a moan escapes my lips.

  His head pops up, and his hand reaches up to cover my mouth. I taste myself against his palm and drop my head to my pillow again as he works his magic around my clit.

  My core tightens as I chase after what I can tell will be a mind-blowing orgasm. Knowing I’m this turned on and it’s from Wes is going to make my head explode.

  I can’t take it anymore. I move my hands to grip his head, jerk my hips, and begin to ride his face, needing more of everything before I lose my mind from the intensity that’s almost too much.

  The sound of Chad’s door opening makes us both freeze. Wes looks up and listens intently for what’s going on. The sound of him peeing in the hall bathroom frustrates the hell out of me, and I drop back in a huff.

  The faint sound of Wes laughing upsets me even more.

  To my surprise, instead of stopping and waiting for Chad to go back to bed, Wes does the opposite, going right back to where he was, only this time more intense, more brutal, and more fucking amazing.

  I bite my lip, knowing I have to be completely silent, as still as a statue and not utter a sound. When Wes sticks two fingers inside me, hitting my G-spot, I lose my mind. I have to grab the pillow beside me and bite into the cover to keep myself from screaming into the heavens and calling out his name.

  My thighs grip his head as my entire body spasms with waves of ecstasy running through me. He places his tongue firmly against my clit as he enjoys my pussy clenching around his fingers.

  By the time I come back to life, I hear Chad go back to his room, and Wes laughs quietly into my clit, the sensations of his breath making me convulse even more.

  He takes a few more leisurely licks before sliding back up my body. I greedily rush to remove his pants, but he stops me by placing his hand over mine.

  “No, sweetheart. That was just for you,” he whispers.

  He once again places a chaste kiss on my lips and makes his way out of my room, remembering where the creak in the floor was, leaving me naked on my bed.

  Chapter Eleven

  “You look chipper,” Amanda says at the end of class.

  I load my laptop into my bag. “Just having a good week, I guess.”

  She smashes her lips as she appraises me. “I don’t know. Something’s up with you. Did you finally figure out how to get Wes back?”

  I halt for a moment, and then I continue to zip my bag and sling it over my shoulder. “We decided to call a truce. He won’t bug me anymore, and I’m gonna leave him alone.”

  “Ugh. That’s no fun.” She puffs out her lips and then starts walking up the stairs of the lecture hall. “I’m all about the drama. Give me a guy who needs to learn his lesson or a girl who wants to get someone’s attention, and I am all ears. Olive branches are not my thing.”

  “What is your thing then? Besides drama, of course.”

  “Hair. Your purple is still amazing. I love the way it looks in your pony. It’s all business in the front, party in the back, ya know?”

  I laugh loudly. “So, my hair is pretty much the mullet of ponytails.”

  “Exactly.” She beams with pride as we walk into the hall. “Oh, hey, there’s the surfer boy who has a crush on you.” She lifts her arms and waves over to Nathan.

  Playfully, I push her arm down. “He doesn’t have a crush on me, and please don’t call him over here.”

  “What’s the big deal? So long as Chad is shacked up with Nicole, he won’t pay attention to who you date, and you said Wes won’t bother you. This is your chance to start exercising your right.”

  “My right to what?”

  “Be an irresponsible college student.” She beams as Nathan stops in front of us.

  “Hey, ladies,” he says with that dazzling white Colgate smile. “Fancy running into you two today.”

  “We see you here every day,” Amanda says with an eye roll.

  He ignores her sass and looks at me. “I just saw your boyfriend in Stats.”

  My smile falls defensively, and I stumble on my words. “What? I don’t have a boyfriend.”

  “You and Wes aren’t hooking up?”

  I narrow my eyes, wondering what Wes told Nathan. Then, I realize he wouldn’t tell Nathan anything, especially since he doesn’t want Chad to know. Nathan was at the party when Wes pulled me out to his car. He might know there’s chemistry there, but he doesn’t know our intimate moments. No one does.

  I glance at Amanda, who’s raising her brows and swaying. Ignoring her expression, I answer him, “Nope. We’re just roommates.”

  A reassured grin appears on his face as he adjusts his backpack and nods toward the exit.

  “I’m headed over to the Sandwich Grill. You wanna grab something quick to eat?” he asks with an eager expression.

  “I have to get home. Tuesday is laundry day,” I tell him.

  “You want some company?” he asks, but I shake my head.

  “Thanks, but I’m good.”

  Amanda huffs. “It’s just lunch, and you have to eat. Go hang out with the man!”

  I sigh, checking my watch and thinking before answering, “Yeah. You’re right. I haven’t eaten all day, and I’ve been meaning to check out that place. Okay, let’s go eat.”

  Nathan and I say our good-byes to Amanda and head across campus to the Sandwich Grill. It’s a narrow shop with a long counter on the left and tables on the right. We pay for our own lunches and take a seat. For the next forty minutes, we enjoy our food while Nathan tells me about where he comes from—Santa Barbara—his plans for after college—dental school—and his love for slam poetry. Apparently, there are coffee houses all over the city that he likes to frequent.

  He’s a nice guy, and by the time we’re cleaning off our table, I’m happy I decided to join him for lunch. It’s been great, making friends with my brother’s teammates and making new friends of my own.

  Once I head home, I grab my basket of laundry and roll of quarters. When the guys said laundry day was Tuesday, they weren’t lying. The building only allows certain apartments to use the machines on certain days to avoid quarrels. Chad comes in the morning, I’m here in the afternoon, and Wes gets his loads down in the evening.

  With my textbooks lined on top of the machines, I study while my whites get cleaned. The buzzer goes off, and I’m loading them in the drier when a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, making me yelp.

  “Hey, Squid. It’s just me,” Wes says, spinning me around.

  I’m surprised by the smile on his face and the fact that he’s here in the dungeon of a basement of our building while I’m doing laundry. “What are you doing here?”

  “Well, I was on my way to class when I realized there was a beautiful brunette who was all alone and could use some company.”

  I cross my arms. “I don’t buy it. You have an ulterior motive. Give it up, Knight.”

  His mouth curves in a cocky grin. “Fine. You caught me. I absolutely came here for something.”

  “What’s that?”

  He grabs me and kisses me. My arms clench around his neck, and I wrap my legs around his hips as he sets me on top of the dryer.

  When he pulls back, he says, “Lift your legs.”

  “Wesley!” I admo
nish. “I am not having sex with you in the laundry room!”

  He stifles a laugh. “As intriguing as that sounds, I wasn’t asking for sex. I need you to move your legs, so I can finish putting your whites in the dryer.”

  “Oh.” I pull my textbook out from under my ass and then cross my legs under each other.

  Wes puts my clothes in the dryer and then scoots my butt, so he can turn it on. Next, he takes my basket of dirty clothes and holds them up. “These next?”

  I nod, and he loads those into the washing machine, inserts quarters and detergent, and then turns it on.

  “You’re acting funny,” I say. “You’re being nice.”

  “I’m a nice guy.” He shrugs while putting the empty basket on the table next to us.

  “Not this nice. What gives?”

  He leans against the cinder-block wall with his arms crossed and grins. “Just woke up in a good mood. Turns out, going down on my roommate in the middle of the night makes me happy.”

  I want to make a joke about how Chad is also his roommate, so taken out of context, that comment would have a whole new meaning. But I don’t tease him because, in all honesty, “I’ve been in a really good mood today too.”

  “Good to know.”

  I open my textbook on my lap and look down at my notes. I’m going through the passages I need to read before writing my paper, but I can’t pay attention because of the six-foot-two man staring at me. “Can I help you with something?”

  “You study a lot.”

  “Isn’t that the point of college?”

  “No.” He pushes off the wall and grabs my textbook, thumbing through the pages. “What are you studying anyway?” He checks out the front cover and reads The Economics of Conservation.

  I grab it from him. “I’m majoring in conservation and resource studies.”

  “Still trying to save the world?”

  Swatting him on the arm with the thick book, I explain, “I care a lot about the environment, but I also happen to think our money is poorly spent on trying to do what is right.”

  “What made you so”—he looks up at the ceiling, as if trying to find the right word—“fiscally responsible?”