Prologue
LUKE
“Oh god. Oh my god. Oh my godddd!”
“Shush!” I slam forward so the top of Kora’s head smacks her headboard, and on each thrust, I pray my orgasm comes soon.
Let us be done. Let us finish what we came here to do. But each time she shouts out to her godly friend, it takes just a little longer for me to reach my peak.
“Oh my g–”
“Dammit.” I bite off my curse, balance on one arm, and free my right hand to slam over her mouth. “Shut up, or you’re gonna get us caught.”
She bites my palm, and laughs like she thinks it’s cute. So I make my movements faster. Harder. My hamstrings burn, and my shoulders bulge from the adrenaline of what’s gonna happen if that dorm door opens.
I’m on campus at the business college an hour or so north of where I actually live. But seeing as I live in a tiny town where everyone knows everyone’s momma, this is what I have to do to get laid without the risk of buckshot in my ass. College girls, college dorms, sorority sisters pretending this is just a phase and not actually their true desire to be filthy.
Kora is a busty blonde finishing her final year in business school to become an accounting auditor. Her parents sent her away to become a bore, so while she’s gone, she’s gonna get her whore days behind her… despite the fact she has a man who’s finishing up his football scholarship – on a full ride he doesn’t need.
Word on the street is he’s big, he’s wealthy, and he’s somewhat possessive.
Kora studies the doorway for a moment. She worries about who might barge in just as much as I do, but her eyes inevitably come back to mine. She’s turned on by the fact she’s being naughty, and hell if I’m not here to fulfill that fantasy for her.
I pull out, shake my head at her childish pout, then I grab her hip and flip her so she’s on her knees, ass up, panting for more. I slam back in and say nothing about the scream that tears up her throat and echoes through the dorm room.
There’s a party in the hall, loud music, and hundreds of drunk students readying for their final semester before freedom. Sex screams aren’t going to rouse any suspicion. And hell, no one can know it’s her just by the sound of her whimpering.
It could be her roommate. The roommate who is probably single and doesn’t have an angry boyfriend searching every room and corner for her.
“Luke,” Kora cries out and grinds back against my cock. Her breathing turns faster, heavier as she bounces against my thighs and begs for more. “Jesus. Go harder.”
I fold forward, grab onto her long hair, and yank it back until her spine arches and her cries change tone. There’s no romance in what we’re doing today. No feelings. No tomorrows. There’s just savagery and pleasure. And the excitement of hurrying before her man realizes she isn’t in the hall.
The lights in this room are all but out, a pink lava-lamp providing the only illumination but for the strip of light under the door. Music thuds in the hall, so deep, so loud that it makes my heart beat to a new tune. It makes me a little breathless, but at the same time, it helps me ride my way to completion on an air of zen.
I yank Kora’s hair, pull her face back until she reaches angles that aren’t compatible for anyone who didn’t do gymnastics her whole childhood, and when her tongue lashes out and touches mine, when she screws her eyes shut and her pussy clenches so tight that I’m almost brought to a standstill, I let go on a grunt and fill my condom in hot, jutting spurts that wring me out and make me weak.
My euphoria lasts a mere second before the door slams open and bounces off the wall with a deafening crack.
Light spills into the room, revealing one massive motherfucker with shoulders broader than anyone I know, and behind him, dozens of faces snooping to catch a glimpse of the campus’ newest drama.
“Oh damn.” I swipe a line of sweat from my brow. “That’s your man, huh?”
“Yup.”
And just like that, Kora jumps ship, bounds away from me on a squeak, wraps her arm across her chest to cover her breasts, and when the footballer enters the room with his wide-stride swagger, she presses her back to the wall and prepares to watch me get splattered.
“Bro…” I hurriedly pull my jeans up and raise a hand in a kind of surrender. “Let’s talk about this like men. No one has to get hurt today.”
“No?” He stops three feet inside the room, then two more wide-fucking-receivers step through the door with bulging arms and mean sneers on their faces. “I think someone’s gonna get hurt today, man. That’s what happens when you touch something that belongs to me.”
“Luke!” Kora takes on the usual screaming-girl persona that emerges whenever there’s an unsanctioned fight within ten feet. “Run, Luke! Quick.”
“Nah,” the boyfriend growls. “Don’t run, Luke.” He lifts both fists, and opens his legs just a little wider, so he stands square on. “Let’s dance.”
Sighing, I look to Kora. Her perfect tits. Her quivering jaw. Looking back to her man, I brush a hand over my face and nod. “Yeah. Alright. Let’s go.”
Luke
Yes, Ma’am
“What the hell is wrong with you?” My mom is a fucking spitfire. Five feet, two inches tall, the personality of a roided-up tiger shark, and zero fear. She smacks my arm with bony knuckles until it actually hurts. “College campus!” she snaps. “With a college girl!”
“Well…” I grit my teeth and look between her and my dad. “I mean, if I’m on a college campus, it kinda follows that I’m spending time with college girls.”
“You don’t even go to college!” she hisses. “You chose not to go, Luke! You chose to stay home and work for the gym, and did we push you?” She smacks me again. “No! Everyone learned their lesson when we tried to force your cousin to get an education she didn’t want. So now everyone’s being cool, we’re letting you dumbfucks make your own choices—”
“Dumbfucks?” My brows wing up. “Mom!”
“Dumbfucks! And if those choices don’t include a college degree, then fine, we trust you to make good decisions.”
Out of habit, I think, to share the load of blame, Mom’s eyes snap to my identical twin brother on my left. Whenever one of us is in trouble, the other is always near. It’s just the way it is.
“We let you boys make these decisions, and we’re cool with it. But then you’re on a college campus, screwing around with girls you have no intention of ever seeing again, and now—”
Rob lifts a hand, like we’re in first grade and he has a question, and the gesture jars Mom out of what she’s trying to say.
“And now, you–You…” She scowls. “What?”
“I wasn’t at the college, Mom. Like always, I’m catching shrapnel off Luke’s bad behavior, but I—”
“Shut up,” she snaps. “You are half me, half your father. There’s something wrong with you, so stop trying to pretend you’re an angel.”