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9

TREVOR

"Sorry, I told James and Alex to just head home without me," I sigh forcing my bag of gear into the backseat.

"What did you tell them about me being there? Because I don't need Alex telling Ellie." Summer sounds a bit worried.

I want to say: he caught me starting at you during the second period and teased me the rest of the game. But I don't.

"I told them to keep their mouths shut, and I promise they will," I reassure her as I get in the front seat, and it's the truth.

"Okay," she sighs as she starts to back the car out of the parking space.

"Thank you for coming this morning and tonight," I look over at her as she stares out the front window.

She shrugs, "No problem." Then she pauses for a minute, "When do you think you're going to tell them we split?"

I run my hands over my face, "I have no clue because you made a really, really good impression."

"I should have warned you," I see her start to smile as the car slows down, "But parents love me." She looks over at me once we're stoped in all the leaving traffic.

Her eyes quickly look away from mine and to my lips. Did I image that?

"Yeah, now ya tell me," I tease her.

Someone honks behind us and she jumps, quickly focusing back on the road.

For the rest of the short ride to my apartment she seems to be in her own head. I notice her adjusting her seating a few times, almost like she's trying to get more comfortable.

"Are you okay?" I ask once we're parked out front of my apartment.

"Yeah I'm fine," but her voice isn't convincing.

"You sure?"

She takes a second to respond. I watch her take a deep breath before she finally answers, staring at the steering wheel.

"Would you sleep with me? Like just sex."

Wait what? Did I hear that correctly?

After pretending to be in a relationship with her all day it's made me wish it was real. I'll admit it. I'm a hopeless romantic but I can't seem to pick the right girls. And I'm a man after all, if a pretty girl is asking me to have sex she doesn't need to say much for me to agree.

"I haven't had just mindless sex for a," she pauses looking for the right word, "Uhm a while, and Ellie keeps saying I just need to sleep with someone and relieve some stress. And I oddly trust you, so..." She looks over at me and it's clear she's being serious.

"Uhm," I actually don't know what to say.

"Like right now?" I ask.

"No," she shakes her head, "I don't have time tonight, I still have to go home and do an assignment, and get up at seven for practice."

"So you want to schedule sex?" I question slowly, making sure I understand her.

"Yeah, kinda, I guess," she's chewing on the inside of her cheek waiting for me to speak.

"Uhm sure, I kinda owe you for today."

"Uh thanks," I can tell she thinks she sounds crazy.

"God, who am I becoming?" She slides further down in the drivers seat.

She turns to look at me, "I've never been a one night stand person. Can you even call this a one night stand? Because we know we'll see each other again. Oh my god, you're gonna see me naked. Oh my god, I'm gonna see you naked!"

I can't take it anymore, the worried face she's sporting is too cute. I quickly lean over the center of the car, threading my fingers through her hair, guiding her face to mine. I'm crashing my lips to her's while she's mid-sentence and she freezes. I slide my tongue across her bottom lip, she hums as my tongue slips between her lips. Her hands are on my neck, pressing lightly into my skin.

She brings one of her hands to my hand that's resting on the center council and guides it to the button of her jeans.

"I thought you had to be up early," I tease with heavy eyes.

"I do," as she speaks as I'm unzipping her jeans, she lifts her hips to help the jeans slide lower, "So you better make me cum quick," she kisses my chin and then across my jawline while I slow draw lines over her already damp underwear.

"You've wanted this all night, huh?" I smirk into her neck, kissing her right below her ear. I'm toying with the edges of her underwear, debating on ripping them or not.

"Since this morning," she whispers, kissing my neck.

God I can't take it anymore, I swear she's put some sort of spell on me.

"Do you like these underwear?" I ask, tracing the outline of the underwear.

"I mean kinda."

I can't take it anymore. "I'll buy you a new pair," with ease I snap the thin fabric in two. Summer gasps, it sounds more pleasureful then mad.

Without second thought I slip my fingers into her, savoring the feeling of her around my fingers, wishing it was my dick, which is currently being suffocated by my boxers. But I don't care about me right now, I only care about getting Summer to cum all over my fingers.

I connect our lips together again, both of us groaning. She's lifting her hips to meet the rhythm of my fingers, god this is so hot, she's so hot.

I pull away to look at her. She's leaning against the car door, one of her hands is gripping the steering wheel and the other is bracing herself against the roof. She's now rocking her hips in a slow rhythm against my fingers and there's sweet muffled moans coming from her mouth where she's bitting her lip to stay quiet. I think I might have died and gone to heaven looking at her.

I curl my fingers at a new angle and Summer lets out a breathy moan, "There." I do it again. "Mhm right there, faster." I obey her wishes and move faster, feeling her tense around my fingers I use my other hand to pull her face back to mine, hungrily attaching myself to her lips as she moans into them with her release.

I kiss her neck, slowly moving away from her to grab my towel from my bag to wipe off my hand.

"Shit," Summer's still breathing heavily and her eyes are half open.

"Thank you," she slowly sits up, pulling her pants back up.

"Better?" I put my fingers under her chin lifting her face so I can see her answer.

"Much better," there's a dreamy smile on her face.

"I'll see you later this week for part two?" I pull my hockey bag from the back seat.

"More?" she questions.

"You owe me now," I smirk over at her, then my voice softens, "But you need to get home and sleep before practice."

"I could spare a few more minutes," she offers.

"No," I stand my ground no matter how badly I want her. "Go home, drive safe." I push open the car door and exit. I lean over so I can see her, "Text me when you get home," with that I shut the door.

And about thirty minutes later she texts me.

summer : made it home, thanks again for that, i needed it

me : you're welcome sunshine

I imagine she rolled her beautiful hazel eyes at that one but I'll never know.