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here. Now shut up. I’m busy.”
    My head snaps back against the headboard, his hips bucking forward. His lips mix with his hot breath fanning over me, killing me slowly, sweetly, before he fills me again and again. The force of his powerful hips drive me harder into the headboard.
    His left hand clamps down on the headboard, his knuckles turning white with his grip. Seconds later, his head falls forward, resting against my forehead. “Jesus, Raven, you feel amazing.” His sweaty chest slides across my own, and the moan that leaves my lips shakes the both of us.
    Both of us make frantic movements, moaning and grunting, and I fist the sheets between my fingers.
    Riding out my high, adrenaline flows through my veins. I can already tell just being with him once, or even twice won’t be enough.
    His legs tense, his stomach muscles flexing as he pulses into me. Steady, panting breaths capture my own broken breaths. Just as I’m staring at him, a grunt forces its way from his lips, and then a groan. “So good.”
    When his body finally collapses on mine, I hear wood splinter from the headboard, and laugh. “Um… I think we broke your headboard.”
    Rolling off me, he lays sideways so that he can drape his arm across my body, his eyes hesitantly meet mine, and then he shakes his head. “Fuck the headboard,” he says, panting against my neck, his heavy arm over my stomach. “I think you fucking broke me.”
    Less than ten minutes later, I smile when he kisses my neck again and moves me so I’m on top of him. His eyes are hooded, and I know he wants more already. Raising his hands to cup my cheeks, he breathes in deep. “Round two?”
    “You mean round three?”
    He drops his face so his lips are at my ear. “That too.”
    This is how Tyler and I began. Secretive, undecided, and unbearable for me to end.

     

    TYLER AND I began just before school let out for me during my freshman year of college. Something that was easily dismissed as two people having fun. We continued to hook up on occasions but summer was where it really took off for us. I was in his bed nearly every night and damn it, I broke the rules.
    Now here I am, leaving for college tomorrow and it’s killing me not knowing what’s going to happen when I’m not here with him. Will he find someone else to fill the void?
    That can’t happen. It won’t happen. It’s not that I’m going back to school and need clarification on our relationship, it’s that I want it. I was with him for months, in his bed, his D in my V and I deserved some kind of definition, right?
    The morning before I leave, I’m waking up in Tyler’s bed and it isn’t something I experience often. Usually I’m gone by morning. Today though, I lie here and watch him sleep, knowing things are changing. He’s asleep on his back, one arm slung over his face, the other on his stomach.
    My gaze drifts to his hands. I’m addicted to them in every way. I love hands in general. They can provide so much for you, strength, security, and affection… safety. Looking at Tyler’s hands, you can tell a lot about him. Hard working, rough, grease under his nails that will never come out, cuts and scrapes from knocking his knuckles against engine parts. They’re the hands of a mechanic, a real man.
    Staring at them, running my fingers gently over the scar on his left hand where he cut it open on an engine two weeks ago, I think about how many times over the last six months these hands have pulled me in, cupped my cheek, ran his thumb over my lip and caressed my curves.
    I definitely don’t want this to end.
    We made rules. We did. Did we follow them? I can honestly say looking at him, Tyler did.
    We had a few of them. Most friends with benefits did.
    One. Red couldn’t find out. The last thing either of us wanted was for him to know his best friend was pile driving his sister at 3:00 a.m. most mornings.
    Two. And this had a lot to do with number one. No flirting in public.
    Three. Don’t get