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She grins and pulls up her jersey, turning on her stomach, pressing out her tight ass. I drop my clothes, put a rubber on, and run my hand up her leg and feel in between her legs. She’s already so wet and worn in, so I stroke myself once and slide my dick right inside her as I gather her blonde hair in my hands.

She feels just as good as she did the first time. This time—she will cry out my name in the pillow.

I lean over her and whisper in her ear. “Is this what you want, Olivia? You want the star hockey player fucking you? Screwing your loser ex-boyfriend wasn’t good enough. You need both Matei brothers to give it to you, don’t you?”

She moans something incomprehensible as I keep giving it to her, not thinking or caring if someone can hear us.

Damn, she’s tight and wet and I don’t hold back like I did the first time. Since she felt compelled to blackmail me for sex, I will fuck the living shit out of her.

I fall into her back, and she moans every time my dick jackhammers her. After a few minutes, I lay off, giving her a chance to breathe, pulling myself out of her. Most chicks aren’t used to my libido, but this girl takes me with ease like her pussy was meant for me.

She wiggles beneath me and turns around to face me. Her heart-shaped face is flushed, and she shuts her eyes as she finds her breath.

“Are you done already?” I ask her, easing the pressure of my muscled body off of her. “This is what you said you wanted.”

Her eyes flutter open and meets my gaze through her long lashes. She opens her legs for me as I lay on top of her. My mouth is only a few inches from the silky skin on her neck, so I lap my tongue, careful not to mark her, even though I want to.

“No,” she whispers, squeezing her thighs around me, “I’m not done with you, Micah.”

She wiggles and slides the jersey up over her shoulders and throws it on the floor next to the bed. And this time I don’t stop her. I want the full view of her perky tits and nice round nipples that get me rock hard again. What the hell is Maison thinking, fucking around on this girl? Serena doesn’t hold a candle to Olivia.

I lean my forehead in to touch hers. “You want more of me, sweetheart? Because I can do this all fucking night.”

“Yeah, Micah,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I want you so bad.”

Hearing my name makes me come undone. Call me a narcissist, but I need to be the best at everything, fucking girls included. If they are with me, it’s me I want them thinking about, during sex, after sex, and always. It needs to be my name out of their fucking mouth.

I slow down as our breaths mingle, and she rolls her hips, taking in every thrust. I pull her legs together and I twist her around to give myself better access and I pick up the pace, feeling her juices drip out of her. I finally feel the tightening in my groin as I play with her tits and cum after about ten minutes of giving it to her like a fucking beast in three different positions. In the final seconds, I yank her around so she’s on her back and finish deep inside her while her pretty lips moan my name, and I release all my pent-up tension. Exactly what I needed.

I’m out of breath when we finish and she lies beside me, quiet as a church mouse. I lay my head down and run my hands through my hair.

What the fuck did I just do?

I’m not the only guy in her world. She has a good one just down the hall. Even if he can’t get it together and stay loyal to her, he’s still pretty amazing.

And what I did wasn’t right—deep down I know he would not be okay with this. I observe her as she puts on the jersey, looking for any regret.

“I have to go, Micah. I can’t be here when Maison wakes up.”

“Yeah, I know.” I lean back and rest my arms around my head with my dick still hanging out. She gives me a final glance and a small smile before heading toward the door.

“Hey,” I call out to her. She turns and looks at me, furrowing her brows, and I can’t help but marvel at her post-sex glow. “Don’t tell Maison what just happened.”

She scoffs. “Or what, Micah? What will you do?”

I arch my brows and run my hand over my abdomen. “I won’t fuck you again, sweetheart.”

Chapter Four

There is a knock at my door just as I finish up with my shower and slip on my white shorts and white-collared shirt.

“Yeah, come in,” I mutter, knowing exactly who it is. I’m surprised he even knocked. He usually doesn’t—he never used to. He only knocks after we fight, which we haven’t done in years.

So, why the fuck is he knocking?

Maison pokes his head in, grinning, and I instantly relax. It’s early evening but today’s the day of our parents’ annual white party. The whole town is coming here for our mid-summer party, and Maison and I are expected to be on our best behavior.

My shoulders relax seeing Maison’s grin as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. I’ve been avoiding him the last couple of days, and luckily, he seems oblivious. Or maybe not—since he knocked, so he knows something. But tonight is our night and nothing will stop us. I used to dread this party, but a few years ago, Maison had the idea to dress the same and mess with people all night. My mom’s friends love it. They shamelessly flirt with both of us. That’s when we decided switching personas was going to be our thing.