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eyes roll into the back
of my head. “Because I’m not done with you.”
    “I’m not
done with you either.” I bite his arm.
    He pulls out of me,
flips me on my stomach, shoves a pillow under my hips, and mounts me
from behind. “Ready for your next ride?”
    All I can do is moan
in answer.

Chapter Nine

    West
    If this isn’t
the best winter break I’ve ever had, I don’t know what
one was. My days are filled with hanging out with McKenzie, at her
house, at my house. I make love to her as often as she allows in my
bed, in her bed. On the floor, in the shower.
    Closing my eyes, I
thrust forward into her tight heat, sinking deep inside of her. She
clutches at my back, her mouth on my shoulder, hot puffs of air
scalding me.
    “More,”
she groans, loud as ever. Last night, I had to cover her mouth with
my hand when she came, because the last thing I wanted was my parents
pounding on my door.
    Today no one’s
home, so my girl can yell loud enough to wake the dead, and I won’t
stop her.
    I pick up the pace
and push up on my arms, watching her tits bounce. Her nipples are
dark, tight, and begging for my mouth. Dipping my head, I nip at one
and she moans, squeezing my dick with her inner muscles.
    My eyes water. This
girl is going to kill me.
    Nuzzling her throat,
I tongue a path to her collarbone. She turns her head, her hands
moving from my back to sink in my hair. She’s urging me to go
harder, faster… until we’re banging my bed against the
wall. She screams my name and I growl hers, joining her a few thrusts
later. My hips won’t stop moving; I can’t stop moving.
It feels too damn good, even in the aftermath of my orgasm.
    “West,”
she whispers in a voice I don’t recognize. Or maybe it’s
because I do recognize that voice that I finally stop moving.
    I fix my gaze on
her, on her flushed face, her pretty eyes and full mouth. There’s
a hesitancy residing there. “What’s wrong?”
    “Are we…?”
    “Exclusive?”
I’d certainly thought so. I mean, we hadn’t come right
out and said it, but I didn’t want to be with anyone else but
McKenzie. And I was pretty damn certain that she wasn’t, and
that certainty, coupled with the fact that she hadn’t ever
slept with anyone but me, trampled down any jealousy threatening to
rise.
    “A secret.”
    “Oh baby,”
I say softly, tenderly kissing her nose, her cheeks, and her mouth.
“I’m proud, and you’re sure as hell loud, about
being your man.”
    A giggle, and then a
sigh. “We don’t go out, on dates, at least not since last
week.”
    “Kind of like
having you all to myself.” I move my hips slightly and her eyes
flutter close, then open. “But I’ll take you anywhere
you want to go in public; just don’t expect me to keep my hands
to myself.”
    She smiles, all at
once shy, thankful, and sweet. “Julia said that there’s a
party at The Oaks this Friday, and I thought—”
    Oh, shit. “I can’t.”
    “Why not?”
She licks her lips. “I have something appropriate to wear.”
    “That’s
not it.”
    “Then tell me,
because I’m starting to think the worst.”
    “Because I’m
going with Charlie.” Her hands leave my hair and my head drops
to her chest. “Please don’t be upset. I have to it this
way. Our parents have certain expectations—especially mine, and
it’s going to be difficult as it is when I transfer to Carolina
next year. Besides I made a promise to her, and I think I owe her
that much, after all these years.”
    She says nothing to
that.
    I roll off her,
hopping up from the bed to dispose of the condom in my private
bathroom. When I get back, not even a minute later, McKenzie’s
still laying where I left her, but her gaze is on the ceiling.
    I try again to make
her understand. “I made a promise to her, before you and I—”
    “Hooked up?”
    “You’re
not a hookup.” I crawl onto the bed and take her in my arms.
Her skin is cold and I try to warm it, by pulling the covers over us
both. “You’re