Foolproof (Drexler University, #2)

I could barely speak, let alone think, while he pounded into me. I wanted this more than anything. This intimacy, doing this with Ryan, filled the void that had grown over the past few months, plastering over the cracks, giving me that high. When he released my hair and moved to massage my clit, I lost all control, spiraling, my veins catching on fire, a blaze erupting from my center, sending tremors coursing through my whole body.

His hips pumped into me quickly and he let out a low growl, my name on his lips as he climaxed. I leaned against the shower wall for support, my limbs in a gelatinous state. Ryan smoothed his hands down my back, grabbed my hips, and flipped me around so we were facing each other. He glided his knuckle along my cheek and pushed a piece of hair that fell loose behind my ear, staring at me with those baby blues. This was more than a physical connection. I felt Ryan in the marrow of my bones, our souls connecting, different than anything I’d ever experienced.

“That was…”

Amazing. Hot. Best sex I’d ever had. “Yeah.”

We smiled at each other, enjoying the peacefulness of it all, the warm shower lapping over our bodies.

While he took off the condom his phone rang out in the hallway. I was already done rinsing off, so I offered, “You want me to grab that for you?”

“Yeah, it should be Blake. He said he was going to call about going fishing.”

I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my body, padding down the hallway. His phone was still ringing when I reached in and extracted it from his shorts.

It wasn’t a number I recognized, but then again, I didn’t have Blake’s memorized. I picked up the phone and said, “Hello?”

“Um, who is this?” a shrieky voice asked.

Biyotch alert. “Jules.” I stuffed down my anger. You’re answering Ryan’s phone, not yours. “May I ask who’s calling?”

“Lex. His girlfriend. Where’s Ryan?”

Como? No freakin’ way. I squeezed the phone until my knuckles ached. Ryan hadn’t mentioned a girlfriend. Definitely not when he was passing naughty notes in the store…or fucking me in the shower. A groan escaped my lips and I dug my nails into my palms. I knew it. Too good to be true. There always had to be a catch. Of course someone that gifted with his mouth and—yeah—had to have something wrong. And, in this case, another girl. Shit. How did I always end up being that girl? The one on the side. Never the first choice.

I gripped the phone, pretending it was his neck. How did I let myself think he was any different?

Girlfriend or not, I didn’t know her and decided against pissing her off even more. That’d just make me look psychotic. Details first, then I could freak out later. “He’s, uh, busy at the moment. Let me go get him.”

The water shut off and Ryan stood in the bathroom doorway seconds later, a towel wrapped low on his waist, his chest still dripping wet. Damn him and his delicious abs.

I handed the phone to him. “Lex wants to talk to you.”

His face paled and he swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. He put the phone to his ear. “Hi.” He put his hand over the receiver and said, “Can I have a minute?”

“Sure.” I pointed toward my bedroom so he could have some privacy. He pushed the door closed, but the walls were paper-thin, meaning I could hear the conversation. At least his half of it.

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. Okay, total load of crock. Of course I meant to eavesdrop. I wanted to know who this girl was and why he needed privacy to talk to her. I grabbed some clothes from the dryer and put them on, straining to hear anything coming from my room.

“Lex, come on.”

More silence. My bet was on total bitch-out session.

“I don’t know. Just drop it.”

Another pause.

“I told you, I don’t know. She’s…I don’t know, it’s nothing. Calm down.”

My heart sunk into my stomach. He just used me and nothing in the same sentence. After what we just did in the shower. I shook my head, disappointed that I had let my guard down.

When he ended the call, he stepped out of my room and tugged on his paint-splattered shorts.

“Who’s Lex?”

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.”

I quirked a brow. Right, buddy.

“I’m serious. She’s not exactly the most stable person.”

Okay, I could buy that. She did give off the cray-cray vibe. And nothing brought crazy out of a girl like the potential of an ex moving on. Not that I had any experience in that department. Ahem.

Then again, maybe she was dating him and he was trying to cover it up. Wouldn’t be the first time. Those were always the worst guys, the ones who happened to forget they had girlfriends, only mentioning this after things started getting serious. God, a fling shouldn’t be this complicated. Then again, what we just did felt like something more. Nothing that good could be done with zero emotion. Even if I intended to keep it purely physical, it wasn’t working, my pesky emotions were getting in the way.

But he still wasn’t off the hook for what he’d told her.

“What is this?” I pointed from him to me.

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