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462 pages, Paperback
First published November 17, 2020


Banks is first to help me. He takes my hand and places my palm on top of his boxer-briefs. My fingers curl around his rock-hard shaft. Fuck, he’s much harder than my nipples. Akara clasps my right hand and slides my palm up to his thigh, then his crotch. His bulge is beyond firm. I stroke him twice, and his muscles contract.
Akara’s brown eyes twinkle, his lips lifting as he looks to Banks, his six-foot-seven Italian-American friend. “You hear that running water?” Banks cracks a smile at me. “You mean the waterfall between her legs?” I’d probably laugh if I weren’t so afraid of wetting myself. “Hardy-har-har.”
He checks over his shoulder. “Can we go in the hall to chat?” Someone’s in his room. He’s not sweating from weightlifting like I’d been doing. Sex. He was 100% having sex. The fact settles heavy in my stomach for some strange reason. Am I seeing mid-fuck Akara right now? Or is this his post-nut high? My thoughts aren’t making this any better. A knot twists inside me. “Um…” I stumble for a second before settling on a decision. “You know what, it can wait. You go back to Bone Town. Finish strong.”
I tuck my water bottle under my arm. Step away from the freezer. And try to salvage what’s left here. So I nudge his arm. “I hope you gave her an orgasm. Rocked her world. Stroked her clit. All that good stuff.”
Banks lifts his head. “Yeah, Akara.” Humor laces his voice. “You stroke that clit?” Akara smiles, flips off Banks, then turns to me. He opens his mouth. Closes it. Rethinking. Before he says, “If you really want to know, I made her come four times. So you can stop worrying about that.”
One is new to love.
One is bad at love.
One denies love.
"Akara Kitsuwon & Sullivan Meadows & Banks Moretti's romance."

