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Bonus #1

"I like these shorts," I murmured into her hair.

"Of course you do." Her eyes never left the TV screen as she replied.

"Means I can do this," My hand slipped under the stretchy material plastered to her ass, and I cupped her bare ass cheek, squeezing.

We were sprawled on my couch, watching some new action fantasy movie, but I wasn't paying any attention to it. How could I when I had her in my arms?

Earlier, we'd polished off some Italian takeout, and she'd accidentally spilled meatball sauce on her tank top. Annoyed, she'd grumbled about it, so I suggested we watch a movie to lift her spirits.

Now, she was curled up against me, wearing one of my shirts, her head resting on my chest while her legs draped over my lap. We were cocooned under the throw blanket, her one leg pressed against my dick as she watched the movie.

"Someone needs to examine your penis. It's always ready to go, and that's not normal," she muttered.

I chuckled, resting my chin on her head. "Are you volunteering?"

She scoffed and I felt the movement beneath me. "I want to finish this movie, so no."

"I wasn't stopping you from watching the movie. You can keep watching the movie. Just ignore me." I kissed her temple, keeping my lips there as I inhaled her addicting scent.

My hand wandered from her shorts to trace up her back, sliding underneath the hem of the loose shirt. She'd ditched her bra earlier for comfort — I think that was when I checked out for the day.

Her skin felt like silk beneath my fingertips, and I couldn't help but marvel at its softness. I couldn't stop touching her because of it.

"It's hard to focus when you keep doing that," she murmured, shifting in my arms to snuggle closer.

"When I'm doing what?" I teased, a smirk tugging at my lips. "This?" I let my fingers trail along her spine, watching her shiver in response. "Or this?" My hand slipped back inside her shorts to palm her ass, massaging gently.

"What do you think? They're both distracting. Hard to focus on the movie when you're pawing at me like some horny college guy."

"I am a horny college guy."

"And God help me for it," she grumbled, sighing.

"Do you want me to stop?" I whispered, nuzzling against her hair.

There was a moment of silence before she replied, "No."

With a soft chuckle, I lifted my other hand from her knees, gently grasping her chin and tilting her face up so our eyes met.

"Good. Because I was lying — I'm not going to let you watch the movie."

She narrowed her eyes at me, accusatory. "I knew it."

I just smirked.

And then I leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, savoring the softness of her full lips before sweeping my tongue inside and stroking hers. She tasted the way she smelled, and the soft moans in the back of her throat made my head spin. Using my hand on her ass as leverage, I pulled her onto my lap, planting her right on my cock as my tongue fucked her mouth the way I wanted to fuck her.

In an attempt to get comfortable, she inched closer and wiggled her ass on my lap — grinding down on my cock in the process. I groaned, breaking our kiss and pressing my forehead against hers as we both panted.

"Fuck, you feel good. I can't stay away from you." I squeezed my eyes, trying to block out some of the lust clouding my head as I caught my breath.

And I'd tried. Today, after practice, the guys had asked if I wanted to join them for a stint at Moxie's and usually I'd say yes. But just then, Hannah's message about leaving the library had come through and I knew I was powerless to resist her allure. This whole week, I'd been eager for any opportunity to spend time with her, even if it was just cramming for midterms. That meant we'd been sharing a bed for two weeks now — sometimes at her place, but mostly at mine, where we had the privacy we needed.

I never told her this, but she was the first girl I'd let into my apartment. And besides my mom and sister, she was the only one who knew where I lived. I never took the risk of letting anyone I didn't trust know where I lived. I don't even know why I let her in — I guess it just seemed more convenient than sneaking around at her place all the time.

I liked her company, I liked when she filled my space. And I couldn't exactly kick her out when we were done. I knew if I tried that shit with Hannah, I'd never see her again. Not that I wanted to.

It was me who had to convince her to stay the night, to use my things, and to feel comfortable enough to just relax and be her. I wanted her in my home.

I liked her grumpiness in the mornings, along with her messy hair — that I kept finding everywhere — and the way she curled up against me for warmth throughout the night. Surprisingly, it didn't feel suffocating at all. Usually, I was ready to bolt the moment I was done with a girl. I gave them what they wanted, and I got what I wanted — there was no reason to linger when I knew I wouldn't allow myself to sleep unguarded next to a stranger.

And yet, I slept better when I was with Hannah. Before, I always had all this energy that was hard to get rid of — this restlessness that plagued me at night. Despite how hard I pushed myself during the day, I recovered pretty quickly and sex helped keep the restlessness at bay, as well as helping me sleep.

I had to admit it — I was having more sex than ever, even compared to when I was single. But I was also hornier than I normally was. Maybe she was right, maybe I did need to get checked out. This constant need for her couldn't be healthy.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw as she gazed up at me with curious eyes.

I nuzzled my nose against hers, smiling. "Nothing important."

I saw the disappointment in her gaze and it filled me with a flash of regret, but thankfully she didn't push. Instead, she smiled and added, "You're such a homebody, you know?"

"Oh yeah?" I smirked, leaning back into the couch and pulling her with me. "How do you figure?"

"Well, I've noticed you'd rather be here, doing this, than going out. I know we're dealing with Midterms right now, but you always seem so much more relaxed at home. It's like you shed the part of you that feels the need to conform to other's expectations."

Trying to hide how hard her words hit me, I smirked and squeezed her flesh between my hands. "Maybe it's you. I can't exactly act like this with my buddies. Though, I'm sure they wouldn't mind. Half of them act like this with each other, and they're straighter than the North Pole."

She chuckled at my joke but shook her head. "No, even when we're out together, you're different than at home. But some things stay the same."

I tilted my head, focusing only on the last part of what she said because I didn't want to get into it. "And what's that?"

"You're incredibly arrogant," she teased, poking my chest with a coy smile. "And fat."

I gasped in outrage. "Take that back!"

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