I blink away the fantasy, my own skin heating this time.Get it together, Olly. She isn’t asking how we fuck; she’s asking how we find her someone to fuck.
The realization hits me like a punch to the gut—some other fucker will put his paws all over what’s mine.
But Lacey isn’t mine.
I’ve ruined every relationship in my past because I always want more than the other can give.
And I want Lacey.
I want to feel her walls stretch as I push inside of her one agonizing inch at a time until my cum leaks from her slit.
But admitting to Lacey that she’s the reason my cock is hard twenty-four seven will be a death sentence to our friendship.
Lacey is my better half, the antidote to my addiction. Before her, I’d fuck without thought. Now every partner is chosen for what Lacey wants and needs but is too scared to take for herself.
I’d give her everything her dirty mind desires myself if I weren’t so scared of losing her.
Sex is all I can offer, and Lacey deserves the happily ever afters she writes about—to be the leading lady in her own story.
I’m the villain in too many, so I can never have her.
The knot in my gut intensifies, rebelling against the thought of her alone with someone else, his hands touching her face, kissing her lips… loving her.
But she needs this, and I want to give her everything.
The professor walks in, and Lacey straightens up, turning into the ever-diligent student.
I stare at the lonely red bear in the packet—she should always get what she wants. I fold up the bag and put it in my pocket.
She will. I’ll make sure of it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lacey
“Welcome to Pop Culture Theory. I am Professor Gibson.”
I turn to the front of the room, avoiding Olly’s intense stare, and try to focus on class.
I can’t believe he heard me.
Embarrassment threatens to singe my clothes, but I suck in a breath and try to calm down.
I can write scenes in my head all day when inspired, but to live them in real life… I have no clue where to start. How am I supposed to seduce someone into sleeping with me when I blush twenty-four seven?
I shove the gummy bear in my mouth and hide the grimace. I hate the green ones.
Professor Gibson hands a pile of papers to students in the front row, who begin taking one and passing them on.
“This is the course outline. You will find a list of reading materials on page 3.”
Paper rustles as pages turn. I scan the reading list, and my pulse kicks up a notch. Four erotic romance titles are listed. That’s… unusual.
Olly and I share a surprised look.
“You want us to read porn?” someone guffaws.
Snickers and muffled laughter fill the room.
