Hate the Game - Winter Renshaw Page 0,59

back to the bed, climbing over me. “I have to have you right now.”

He presses my thighs apart, settling between them and running his finger along my slit before pressing it gently inside me. I squirm with his touch, my mind impatient but my body responsive, and I bite my lower lip.

“I don’t have a condom, Irie,” he says, exhaling.

“What?” I sit up on my elbows, squinting at him through the dim light.

“Believe it or not, I don’t carry them with me.”

“You don’t use them or …”

“I don’t sleep around,” he says. “I haven’t been with anyone since my freshman year, since before I saw you.”

The heat from my naked body teases the heat from his. We’re so close—yet so far away.

“I’ve never slept with anyone without a condom,” I tell him. “Have you?”

“Never.”

I can’t believe I’m about to suggest this but given the fact that I just finished my period three days ago, I think it’s safe to say I’m not ovulating anytime soon.

“Do you … do you want to just … pull out?” I propose.

He worries the inner corner of his lip. “Are you sure? You sure you’re okay with that?”

I nod, slow. “I am if you are.”

His gaze holds on mine for what feels like forever, and then he settles between me, his hands running up my thighs as his throbbing cock presses against my sex. Bracing myself, I swallow the lump in my throat and wrap my legs around him. With a hand around the base of his dick, he guides himself into my wetness, slowly, inch by inch.

Talon exhales as he fills me to the hilt, the pain of the initial stretch morphing into sheer pleasure as my body accepts his. I dig my nails into his back as he settles into a rhythm, stopping to steal a kiss every so often. His cock is warm inside me, velvet soft, setting every last nerve ending on fire with want.

“God, you feel so good,” he says, his voice breathy against my ear. “I could stay inside you all night …”

My body shudders as I fight off another intoxicating wave I’m not ready to ride yet. Heat sears through my body in flashes and a fullness floods my center. It’s a strange feeling. Distinct. Almost indescribable.

I never had this with Trey—or anyone else for that matter.

I’m guessing this is what it feels like to sleep with someone you love, someone who loves you.

“Don’t stop,” I whisper, running my fingers through his hair as my hips buck against him, thrust for thrust.

Biting my lip, I squeeze my eyes as he drives into me faster, harder, deeper.

I should be one hundred percent focused on this moment, but already I’m thinking of round two.

And there will be a round two.

Maybe even a three …

We’re supposed to fly out in the morning.

Looks like we’ll be doing most of our sleeping on the plane.

Chapter 34

Talon

“I’m going to grab a quick shower,” Irie says, wrapped in my bedsheets. It’s the first Monday of spring break—which puts the biggest stupid smile on my face because it means one full week of having Irie all to myself, no classes, no quizzes, nothing but time on our hands. “Told Brynn I’d meet her for lunch today.”

The thought of Irie doing her own thing for a couple of hours today makes me irrationally jealous of her best friend, but I push it away. It’s not like she won’t come back to me. I’ve just been spoiled the last few days with not having to share me.

As soon as our plane touched California ground yesterday, we couldn’t grab our shit fast enough.

I took Irie and Bette home first so Irie could help her unpack and get settled, but it wasn’t long before she was back at my door—and in my arms—ready for another round.

I tug the sheets off her as she scampers away, stealing a greedy look at her perfect ass as she prances off to the bathroom with sex hair and an exhausted smirk. A second later the shower spray spits to life and I pull myself out of bed, heading to the kitchen to make a couple of coffees for us.

Both of my roommates are gone—they left sometime over the weekend for Cabo. It’s the first time in years I opted not to join them, but I can say with one hundred percent certainty that I made the right call.

I pop the first pod into the coffeemaker and grab a mug. While the machine percolates, I