"Shit, shit, shit." I curse while quickly tugging a shirt over my head.

I slept through my alarm for cheer practice and managed to also miss my first class of the day and if I don't hurry up I won't make it to my second. What the hell did Xan put in that Ramen? I slept so good last night. Too good apparently.

I yank my phone from its charger shoving it in my back pack, fling my strap on my shoulder and sprint out of my room. I freeze as I step into the hallway, the sight of a dark brown ass greeting me from the kitchen. Hips thrust fast and hard into my best friend who's bent over our kitchen table. She's screaming and I don't blame her because it looks like he's trying to fuck her through the table. I slip into the bathroom relieving my bladder, washing my hands and brush my teeth faster than I ever have.

I slowly exit the bathroom, so I don't disturb Ace and Tayen. I try my best not to stare at Ace's ass as I quietly tiptoe across the room and decide I don't need my jacket today since it's hanging over one of the chairs at the table Tayens currently getting fucked on, and gently close the apartment door behind me.

I make it to class on time, frozen from the lack of my coat and also a little turned on thanks to the live porn in my apartment. Tayen knows my schedule as well as she knows her own, I'm not usually home at this hour so I'm guessing they assumed they had the apartment to themselves.

I find myself zoning out repeatedly during class no matter how hard I try to focus. When class is over I check my phone to see an angry text from my cheer coach Valery about missing practice, even though I've only missed three practices the entire three years I've been on the squad and the other two I was legitimately sick. She tells me I have to come in and run the drills on my own after I'm done with classes for the day, which doesn't sound too bad after freezing my ass off in nothing but a long sleeved shirt and jeans.

I've blame Xan for waking up late all day in my head, the longer I think about it the more annoyed I get. I stayed out later than I should've, I was flustered after he noted my surprise when he mentioned he should walk me home after we are. Then I had to see Ace and Tayen going at it this morning and okay... I admit it made me a little jealous. With all the touching we've done Xan hasn't even tried to go that far with me, why? I thought that was most peoples goals when hooking up.

I've built it up so far in my head that by the time I'm done with practice I'm fuming, my body nearly vibrating with anger. I don't even bother changing out of the compression shorts and sports bra I wear for practice, instead I stomp my half dressed ass all the way to Xan's house. I don't know if he'll be there but here's to hoping.

I bang on the door with my closed fist like I'm the police. Am I being rational? No, I'm not. Am I going to turn around and walk away? Also no.

The door whips open. "What the fu—"

"You!" I shout jabbing Xan in the chest.

"Me?" He questions in confusion.

I push my way past him and drop my duffle bag on the floor.

"What did you put in my food last night?" I ask with a hand on my hip as he shuts the door.

"What do you mean? You watched me make it, you know exactly what I put in there!" He snaps, obviously offended.

"I slept through my alarm this morning. I missed cheer practice, which is mandatory to attend for my scholarship, then I missed my first class and almost missed my second."

He scowls. "How the hell is that my fault?"

"Because!" I scream but then fall quiet.

Now that I've shouted at him a little I already feel better and don't really remember exactly how I thought the rough start to my day was his fault.

"Because?" He arches an eyebrow at me, looking pissed. His eyes skate over my form as if he's only just now realizing how little I'm wearing. "Why the hell are you dressed like that? It's thirty degrees out!"

"I came straight from my makeup practice to yell at you. Pretty sure sweat is literally frozen to my body now." I reply, pursing my lips so I don't laugh.

I could've grabbed a jacket when I stopped by my apartment to get my cheer bag but I was too focused on my thoughts of Xan. The other free moments of my day were spent hunting someone down from the class I missed to get a copy of their notes.

Xan shakes his head at me. "You're psychotic." He crosses his arms. "Is that all you needed because I'm trying to study a little before I have to be at the shelter."

I spot his books and computer laid out on the coffee table and wince. "Sorry."

"Yeah? You wanna make it up to me?" He asks cocking his head to the side and the glint in his dark gray eyes tells me whatever he's thinking is definitely dirty.

"What do you want?" I ask quietly.

"Come on." He offers me his hand.

I quickly remove my shoes and I take it, following him down the hall and into the bathroom. He reaches in the shower and turns the water on.

"Strip."

I blink at him for a second and then do as he says because I know in the end I'll get an orgasm, those aren't as easy to come by for me as they once were and I do need a shower. I pull the sports bra over my head and feel his eyes on my bare breasts then tug down my compression shorts and underwear, followed by my socks until I'm naked.

His eyes scan my body like he's memorizing every dip and curve there. I'm not very curvy, I hold more muscle from cheerleading. My breasts are small but perky, my stomach is flat but my waist doesn't give me an hourglass shape. My ass however is pretty amazing in my opinion. It's round and firm and it fills out anything I wear. He steps toward me, reaching out but instead of his hand touching my body it grips the hair tie in my hair and tugs the strands free.

"You're fucking spectacular, Lennon Rose." He says and I bite my lip. I don't think I've ever been called spectacular. He sticks his hand under the spray and adjusts the water. "Get in the shower."

I step inside and he closes the glass door. The glass is clear so he can see me and I can see him.

I stand under the water and stare at him, my brow furrowed in confusion. "What now?"

"Wash off." He hands me a rag and closes the door back.

Uh... okay.

I reach for a bottle of mens body wash. "Not that one." He stops me before I can even touch it. "The other one." My fingers wrap around the bottle beside it and squirt some onto the rag. "Not too fast." He says as I bring the rag to my body.

I slowly wash off giving him the show he's clearly looking for while the scent of what I now realize is his body wash fills my nose. He stands and watches, his eyes tracking every move my hands make until I'm all clean. I shut the water off and he opens the door, grabbing my hand and guiding me toward the counter by the sink, water dripping on the floor as we go. He lifts me up onto the counter and then his lips are on mine. I moan loudly as his tongue greets mine and bask in his taste. My hands slip under his shirt, feeling the muscle there while his hands move up and down my wet thighs. It's driving me crazy, I open my legs wider but his hands never go where I need them most.

"Damn it, Xan, touch me already." I demand.

He smiles against my lips. "I am touching you."

"You know what I mean!" I say exasperated, my chest heaving.

I'm dying to feel him inside me, I need it.

"Like this?" He whispers and drags the tips of his fingers across my pussy.

"More." I say, wiggling my hips toward him but his fingers dance away.

He traces the lips of my pussy over and over until I want to scream and then finally he sinks a finger inside me. I throw my head back, letting out a porn worthy moan in relief. His mouth trails down my neck, sucking biting and licking his way to my breasts. He adds another finger, my nails sink into his skin as my orgasm builds rapidly. I need more. My hands find his jeans and I quickly undo them, tugging them and his boxers down until his cock is free.

"Fuck." He mutters as my fingers wrap around his hard shaft.

I dig my heel into his ass, tugging him closer, trapping his hand between me and his dick. I need to feel him inside me. His mouth and his fingers already broke my vagina, I can't imagine what sex with him would do to me but I don't care.

"Xan." I groan.

I don't think I've ever wanted anyone as bad as I want him right now.

"I'm not fucking you." He grumbles as I tighten my hold on him and guide my hand up and down his shaft.

"Why not?" I ask but it turns into a gasp as he curls his fingers inside me and rubs against my g-spot.

It only takes a few thrusts and I'm coming, squeezing his fingers and wetting his hand as my orgasm washes over me.

I lay my head against his chest, panting. "You shouldn't be that good at that."

He grabs the hand I still have wrapped around his thick cock, tightens my hold and starts thrusting into my fist. I pull back so I can watch, marveling over the way his hips roll into each thrust.

My pussy clenches at the thought of what he would feel like pumping in and out of me. He lets out a deep groan and streams of come paint my thighs.

He stands there for a minute and takes a few breaths before grabbing a towel and cleaning me off.

"You have clothes in your bag?" He asks and I nod silently.

He leaves the bathroom and I take a deep breath. He came on my thighs but said no to fucking me, what game are we playing here? What guy chooses and hand job over sex? He comes back with my duffel bag a minute later and leaves me to get dressed. Once I'm fully clothed I run a brush through my wet hair and pull it back into two Dutch braids hoping it doesn't freeze on the way back to my apartment.

When I exit the bathroom Xan's zipping up his coat and he has a beanie covering his fading red hair.

He glances over at me. "Where the hell is your coat?"

"I didn't want to interrupt the live porn in my kitchen to grab it before class." I reply with a shrug.

His brow furrows. "Live porn?"

"Ace and Tayen."

He leaves the room and I slip my shoes on. When he comes back he has a hoodie in his hand that he forces over my head before I can attempt to protest. I drop my duffle bag, push my arms through the sleeves, and thank him. He tugs the hood up, covering my damp hair and it's oddly comforting. I get lost in his dark gray eyes as he gazes at me like he's searching for something. He opens his mouth as if he's going to speak but closes it a second later.

I pick my duffle bag up and he slips his shoes on. We leave the house and walk down walkway together.

"Give Brutus a kiss for me." I say as we part ways at the sidewalk and he gives me a nod.

"See ya around, Lennon Rose." He says and saunters off.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out to see a text from Tayen asking what I'm doing.

Almost to our building. I'm glad to hear you're alive

Of course I'm alive, why wouldn't I be?

I guess my plan of leaving quietly this morning worked.

The way Ace was giving it to you this morning I was convinced he was gonna fuck you right through the table

I laugh as the three little dots that tells me she's typing pop up and disappear a few times. When I step inside our apartment she's sitting on the couch with Ace.

"Sorry, Lennon." Ace mutters, a sheepish expression on his face.

"It's all good, even if it did make me a little jealous." I laugh, pulling Xan's hood off my head.

"What were you doing still home? You're usually headed to what... you're second class of the day by then?" Tayen asks.

"I overslept, really overslept."

Tayen eyes me for a minute. "Who's hoodie are you wearing, that's not yours."

"Xan's."

"Oh shit." Ace says in surprise.

"What?" I frown. "My coat was on the chair in the kitchen. It was either leave without it or interrupt you guys, I took one for the team."

I have to live vicariously through someone because apparently Xan doesn't want to have sex with me.

"Which we appreciate." Tayen smirks.

"Xan noticed I wasn't wearing a jacket so he let me borrow one." I shrug.

"Xan's just not usually one to share, not even with Jax." Ace states.

Jax doesn't make him come so... well, at least not that I'm aware of.

I give another shrug.

"Do you wanna watch the new Venom movie?" Tayen asks.

"Sure, let me change real quick." I reply and go to my room.

I drop my cheer bag on the floors strip out of my clothes and change into a t-shirt and sweat pants. I grab Xan's hoodie from the floor and pull it back over my head, blanketing myself in his scent. He must have recently wore this because it doesn't smells like a mixture of his body wash and cologne.

When I enter the living room Ace and Tayen are sharing a bowl of popcorn, she eyes the hoodie and then quirks an eyebrow at me.

"What?" I ask.

She looks away and grabs the remote to press play, a smirk on her lips. "Nothing."

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