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“That wasn’t even my cock,” he said huskily, his lips at my ear. “And I just blew your mind.”
Dustin patted my ass casually. “See you around, Peterson.”
He walked away,calmly, and I was still trying to figure out how to make my legs work.
With shaky hands, I brushed my hair away from my face. Head down, appalled at how exposed we’d been, I rushed home with a harsh truth I couldn’t shake.
Dustin Slater just owned my ass.
I’d never be able to face him again.
Chapter 24
Dustin
I didn’t make it far before I started freaking out.
I just walked. Fast. No direction. Every few seconds, I dragged a hand over my hair because I could still feel her against me — warm, shaking, answering every damn thing I did like she’d been wired for it.
My pulse hadn’t slowed, and my breath hadn’t steadied. My body hadn’t caught up with the fact that I’d stopped touching her. My hard-on was still at half-mast, like it was waiting for the second half.
And my brain? My brain was a fucking riot.
Over and over, I asked the same question.What did you just do?Because someone needed to explain to me what the hell that was. I lost it. I never fucking lost it over a woman. I was always the one who decided when and how far things went. But with her? I’d kissed her like... like Iownedher. In the goddamn street. I had her on her fucking knees in a filthy alley because when I touched her, I forgot where I was, and all I needed was to feel her pussy clamp around my fingers as she rode my hand.
I swore under my breath — for the tenth time in as many minutes — and kicked the nearest thing I could find.
Unfortunately, it was a trash can. Even more unfortunately, it fought back, clanging loud enough to echo across the quad. I froze, jaw tight, waiting to see if anyone heard.
Of course someone heard. Why the fuck not? It was the night for the universe to say, ‘What the fuck is wrong with you, Dustin?’
The voice drifted from somewhere behind me. “Dustin? You good?”
No. Not even remotely. But I forced out, “Fine.” I turned around, fake smile ready, which instantly faded as I looked at... “What the fuck is your name again?”
She looked startled and then relaxed when she saw my reaction to my own question. “Briar.”
“Hey, look, I’m sorry. I’m really bad with names,” I mumbled.
“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” She looked across the quad. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, absolutely.”
“Because you looked like you were trying out to be on the punt team the way you tried to send that can into orbit.”
I laughed and tried to act natural, turning on the charm, because some things were just reflex.“Yeah. What do you think? Do I have potential?”
She shoved her hands in the pocket of her hoodie and shook her head. “As a punter, no. None at all. Stick to the wide-receiver position.”
“Yup,” I nodded. “That’s what I thought.” I looked around, and the quad was unusually quiet. “You alone?”
Her hair was loose, still wild looking, but I noticed in the low light that the severe, dark hair suited her.
“Yeah.” She held up her iPad. “I was getting some aesthetics for research.”
A sense of panic swirled through me. “You been anywhere else?” I asked, forcing myself to be casual.
Briar nodded. “Library.” She pointed to the top floor. “If you angle it just right, you get a really good view of the stadium; it’s kind of ethereal, half lit, sun going down. Want to see?”
