The Sophomore (College Years #2) - Monica Murphy Page 0,58

my shorts and boxers and slide into her welcoming heat. When I slipped a finger inside her earlier, she’d been so tight. Squeezing around me like a vise. That’s why I didn’t use a second finger. I was afraid I might hurt her.

Virgins aren’t my style. I like my women experienced. Up for anything and everything. Hell, I usually like the foreplay stuff better than the actual act, because with actual sex comes so much more than I can deliver.

Expectations. Commitment. Even if it’s committing to another hookup the next day, the next week, the next month, I usually avoid that sort of thing. One and done is my mantra.

A mantra I live by.

Until this moment. I can’t imagine trying to give the one and done treatment to Ellie. She’d hang me up by my balls, all her girlfriends gleefully helping her do it. I can imagine the blood thirsty grins on their faces. Ellie. Ava. Hayden and Gracie…

I shudder at the thought.

So what do I do now? How do I handle this? I still need to help her out with her car situation. I need to pick her up from work tomorrow night. Probably the night after that too. What are we going to do? Come back here and mess around some more?

My dick twitches. I guess that’s its way of saying yes.

Damn it, I think I’ve fucked everything up.

It takes me a while, but I eventually fall asleep. And dream, of course. Scary ass dreams of Ellie in a hideous, bright white wedding dress, chasing after me down an endless aisle, her friends—the bridesmaids all wearing matching hideous yellow dresses—chanting my name over and over again. Until I’m suddenly at a concert, on stage, ready to perform. But every girl watching me in the audience looks exactly like Ellie in that damn wedding dress. Haunting me.

Taunting me.

My eyes snap open and I blink the room into focus. Ellie is still nuzzled up against me, her back to my front. Dim grayish light is filtering through the blinds and I try to roll over as slowly as possible, so I don’t wake her up.

It works. I roll right out of bed and check my phone. Just past five.

I need to get the hell out of here.

I slip my shirt back on and step into my slides. Grab my phone and wallet from where I left them, along with my keys. Go back to the bed and drop a light kiss on Ellie’s forehead before I exit her room. I make my way down the stairs and am just about to open the front door when I hear a rustle in the kitchen, an unfamiliar girl standing at the counter, dressed in workout gear and a banana in her hand, watching me with her mouth hanging open.

“Ellie’s boyfriend?” she asks me, her voice squeaky.

I smile at her, unlocking the door. “Sure.”

I don’t say anything else as I slip through the door and quietly shut it behind me.

I do terrible on the psych test, but I don’t even care. It’s only twenty points and it’s still early enough in the semester that I can pick up my grade, no problem. Once I’m done with the two classes I have in the morning, I go in search of Caleb, who also has an hour break in between classes. We usually grab something to eat on campus and chill.

Caleb is a great guy. He’s also a complete horn dog. Women are his main focus of study on campus, and what I mean by that is he thinks about them constantly. As in, he wants to conquer as many as possible during his college years. He has this giant fear of becoming complacent once he graduates. He thinks he’s going to end up exactly like his father, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. His dad seems like a cool enough guy. Works hard, been married to Caleb’s mom for over twenty years. They live in a small house. Caleb had a relatively simple life growing up, but they seem like happy, well-adjusted people.

Why Caleb acts the way he does, I don’t know. I don’t question it either. He confuses me. You’d think he’d want to be like his parents eventually.

Caleb is also a lot more introspective than any of us give him credit for. When Tony was going through his issues with Hayden, it was Caleb who gave him solid advice, surprising all of us.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised then, when he sees