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words that I’d made my decision, but there it was. I was headed for the pros next fall. “And you?”

“I have one more year after this.”

Silence engulfed us again. Not the contented silence of before but the oppressive silence of uncertainty weighed on us. We’d finally discovered each other, and our time suddenly was too limited.

I shook off a sense of foreboding and flipped her on her back, drawing a screech from her. Pinning her wrists over her head with one hand, I kissed her senseless, then kissed my way down her body. Releasing her hands, I parted her legs and found paradise. I worshipped this woman and every minute inch of her body, but what was between her legs had to be one of my favorite places in all the world.

I slid a finger between her moist folds and pumped, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She writhed underneath me, bucking and squirming as I added another finger, followed by my mouth. I relished the power I had over her body, the way I was able to make her come sometimes just by sucking on her nipples or talking dirty to her. Naomi was a sensuous woman, and I was the lucky beneficiary of her sensuality.

“Oh, fuck, Pax. Fuck. Fuck.” Her hips arched and jerked while I worked my magic once again until she collapsed, limp and sweaty. She lay still, breathing heavily for several minutes. I stroked her bare ass, loving the silky skin sliding against my fingers.

Then she pushed herself to a sitting position, her gaze full of adoration, and I dared hope for more than that.

“My turn.”

I grinned at the wicked gleam in her eye. Nothing was better than a wicked Naomi when I was the recipient of all her dirty wickedness.

She wrapped her fingers around my dick and slid her hand up and down my length. I groaned and tossed my head back and forth on the pillow as she drove me toward my erotic version of paradise. I lived and breathed this woman, day and night, and I especially loved the nights.

She straddled me in the classic sixty-nine position, giving me great views of her hot ass and wet pussy. I stroked her thighs and ran my hand up and down her ass, kissing her thighs and stroking her toward another orgasm. I took it slow, wanted us to come together this time.

She slid her hot tongue up and down my dick while squeezing my balls, and I swore the pleasure was so great I might pass out. When she took my balls in her mouth and used her tongue to caress them, I believe I blacked out for a moment or two.

Her mouth slid back on my dick now. She began to fuck me with her mouth, and I lifted my head to give her as good as she was giving me. When we were like this, touch drove my brain, and need drove my passion.

I was a mouthful, but she managed to deep throat a good portion of my dick. Hot, wet goodness surrounded me, enveloped me, ruined me for anyone else. I began to come. Instead of pulling back, she swallowed. Then with sweet care she cleaned me off with her tongue.

If I died an erotic death right here and now, and I’d die a happy man. This girl had my dick wrapped around her little finger, and I’d never be free of her spell, which was fine, in my opinion.

Lock me in chains to her bed, and I’d never ask for another thing.

27

The Gift

Naomi

After our first date over a week ago, Paxton and I had been inseparable. If he wasn’t in my dorm room, I was at his apartment.

Patrick either made himself scarce or ignored us. My heart ached for the wedge driven between the twins, but my interference wouldn’t be appreciated, and I did my best to stay out of their troubles.

My birthday was Thursday the week before Thanksgiving. Birthdays weren’t a big deal to me, but Paxton insisted on taking me to dinner. Sensitive to his financial situation, I opted for pizza delivery and a movie at his apartment. Being with Pax was all the gift I needed.

Once the guy delivered the pizza, Pax and I settled on the couch with beers and pizza. He let me pick the movie, even though he groaned that it was a chick flick. We made out, nothing unusual for us, which led to sex. Finally, later that evening, we ventured back to the living room for cold pizza.

“I have something for you. You distracted me so much earlier I forgot to give it to you.”

“Pax, I said no gifts.”

He shrugged, almost embarrassed. “I know, but I had to get you something. It’s your birthday.”

I did love gifts. My dad had a package delivered today by the local jeweler, and I’d been ecstatic. One-carat diamond earrings. I loved them and had probably gushed a bit too much about them to Pax.

“Someday I’ll be able to afford gifts like your dad can but not yet.” He smiled apologetically, but I was hung up on the someday portion of his sentence. That someday was under a year away. Would I be in his life once the school year ended? Or would we go our separate ways and fondly remember this time we spent together?

Such thoughts depressed me, and I forced my attention to the package he placed in my lap.

“Sorry, I’m not much for wrapping.” He gazed at me with such profound caring, like a guy crazy about his girlfriend. And I was his girlfriend, even if we hadn’t spoken the words yet, and I was crazy about him.

“What is this?” I stared at the box in with the Dalager logo on the outside. Dalager Sports Equipment was owned by Kaitlyn’s father, and they made premier hockey equipment, along with other sports. My blood ran cold. Oh, dear God, please don’t let it be…

“Open it.” Paxton bounced slightly on his heels,

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