“Shit, I can barely think after that, let alone talk.”

I rolled over so that I could look at him and noticed his tattoo again. I’d never dated a guy with one before, and I found myself a little obsessed over his. I traced it with my fingers before leaning over to run my tongue over it.

“I really like your tattoo,” I said huskily.

“Thank fuck for that because I enjoy the hell out of just about all of you.”

“Except my feet,” I reminded him.

“Why don’t we do that again but slower this time and see if you’re still worried about your feet after,” he said before doing just that.

CHAPTER 12

Jackson

Last night had been fucking amazing. It had been hands-down the best sex I’d ever had in my life, even after some of the crazy shit I’d tried before. Kaylie and I together were so damn explosive. I’d thought we might be based on the chemistry between us, but I’d had no clue it was going to be that good. I’d barely been able to hang on so I could get her to come twice that first time. After taking her again before we fell asleep, I’d still had to have her one more time when we woke up. Thank fuck I’d found that extra condom in the bathroom. I could have stayed in bed with her all day, exploring her body, if we hadn’t had classes today. I hadn’t even talked to her again since Kaylie had practiced her dance after classes and then had stuff she needed to get done before work.

Now, here I was, stuck hanging out with Drake instead of watching Kaylie at the bar because Aubrey and Lex had convinced us that we should do a guys’ night while they did a girls’ one. I’d thought I’d been so smart when I’d told them yes but that it needed to be a weeknight. If I’d had any fucking clue what was going to happen last night, no way would I have agreed to this when my sister asked me. I would have taken Kaylie to dinner and dropped her off at work. After finally getting inside her, I just wanted to have her to myself so we could do it all over again. And again and again. I was so damn horny for her that I didn’t know when I’d ever get my fill. For the first time in my life, this ‘being away from each other all day’ shit didn’t fly with me. And wasn’t that a fucking surprise considering how I’d never wanted another girl to be even be there in the morning let alone all fucking day after we’d had sex.

One night with Kaylie and I’d turned into a pussy-whipped idiot. Knowing that didn’t stop me from being one though. Or from walking around campus with a shit-eating grin on my face all day, catching strange looks from my friends who couldn’t figure out why I was in such a damn good mood. And there was no fucking way I was going to talk to most of the guys about sex with Kaylie. What was going on between her and me was different from the usual locker-room bullshit we’d toss around about the girls we’d banged. If one of them told me he’d do her or some shit like that, I’d probably kick his ass when I would have just told him to go for it with any other chick.

“You doing okay there, Jackson?” I heard Drake ask, snapping me out of my thoughts. “I didn’t realize you were so into commercials.”

Drake had talked me into hitting a sports bar to drink some beers, eat some wings, and watch football. The game must have hit halftime, and I hadn’t even realized it because I’d been so stuck in my head. Totally pussy-whipped.

Not that Drake had room to judge me with how he was about Lex. If anyone had told me three months ago that I’d be hanging out with him, I would have told them they were a fucking idiot since he and Lex were together. It was a huge relief to realize that with everything that had been going on with Kaylie and me, I hadn’t given their relationship much thought at all. Now he was just the guy who was dating my childhood friend and would get his ass kicked if he hurt her because I wanted her to be happy. Not because I wanted her for myself.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I finally answered. “Just got some stuff on my mind.”

“Anything I can help with?” he asked before popping a fry into his mouth.

“Nah, I’m good.”

Drake put down the beer he was about to take a drink of and gave me a serious look. “Hey, man. We never really talked about it, but I know I owe you one. So if there’s something you need—anything at all—just ask. You’ve got a problem that I can help you with and I’m there. Okay?”

“Dude, you don’t owe me anything,” I said as I shook my head.

“I’m serious, Jackson. If you hadn’t made me see how badly I fucked up with Lex and then got her to talk to me again right away, I don’t know that I would have been able to get her back.”