Chapter 50

MILA

I've ignoredthe little voice in my head for a while now.

I've refused to think about right from wrong.

All I've cared about is how I feel.

And you know what?

It feels good to be me right now.

Epic sex with a hockey player?

You should try it sometime… trust me…

Now Jax knows everything.

That I broke up with Ward before arriving to the dorm.

I'm not so sure that really makes what's happening okay.

I feel like I'm dancing on the blurred lines of the word… cheating.

Don't think for a second that word hasn't plagued me and doesn't bother me. As I said to Jax, I am not like that. I never have been. I never want to be.

It's just…

What if Jax has been right all along?

Everything so obvious right in front of my face.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I inch forward and press my face to Jax's chest.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me.

He smells like sweat and sex.

I smell his body. I smell my own body.

This is a lot.

This is maybe… too much.

I inch away from Jax.

"I have to go, Jax."

"What?"

"I can't spend the night here."

"That's where you draw the line, honey? You can walk home with my cum dripping out of you though?"

"Wow, that's one way to put it."

"It's the truth, isn't it?"

"I have to leave."

"You're not a captive here, Mila. I'm not going to hold you and beg for you to stay or break down crying."

"I know you're trying to be an asshole right now, but I needed to hear that."

I move toward him for one more kiss.

He slips his hand to the back of my neck and kisses me harder.

His tongue explores my mouth and my toes curl tight.

My pussy is instantly soaked again, ready for him.

No!

I pull away and slide out of the bed.

I leave the bedroom and find my clothes on the floor.

There's the pair of scissors too.

I still can't believe I lost my mind like that.

On that poor girl. Holly.

But I got what she wanted.

That part at least makes me smile.

I quickly get dressed and instead of a walk of shame, I do a jog of shame.

Then again, I don't feel any shame at all. Zero. Not an ounce.

By the time I get back to my dorm, Jax texts me…

I can still taste your pussy when I lick my lips.

I gasp when I read the text.

I blush, even though I'm alone.

I don't even know what to respond with.

Do I say… thank you?

Do I say… I can taste your cock?

I lick my lips.

I don't really taste anything.

It's all just… sex.

I bite my bottom lip.

Then an idea hits me.

I'm going to take a hot shower and think of you.

I figure that has to be good enough.

He'll assume I'll send him a naked picture… which I may or may not do.

DON'T YOU DARE SHOWER. I WANT THE SMELL OF MY BODY AND MY CUM ALL OVER YOU ALL NIGHT LONG. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

I cover my mouth.

I did not expect that response.

My inner thighs tremble just a little bit.

I can… feel… him…

DO NOT WASTE MY CUM LIKE THAT, HONEY.

I nod and smile.

Fine. I won't shower. My bed is going to be lonely though, Jax.

I know the response coming.

I kind of walked into it…

Then get the fuck back here into my bed. If you think what we did tonight was good. I was just getting started with you.

My knees grow a little bit weak.

I slowly sit down at my desk.

There's a pile of medical text books. A pile of notebooks.

There's so much for me to work on and I'm sexting with a hockey player.

My life has gone completely off the rails.

Just being in this bed… alone… smelling your pussy… look what you do to me, Mila…

I read the text.

My jaw drops a little.

Then the picture comes through.

That's when my jaw practically hits the desk.

You want to talk about a dick pic?

Now this is a dick pic.

Jax has lifted up the covers and taken a very nice picture of himself.

The rippling muscles of his stomach. His tree trunk sized legs.

And then his cock…

Only partially hard but so fucking massive.

My jaw aches. My pussy aches.

I can't believe how crazy and dirty he makes me feel.

Sleep tight, honey… dream about my cock all night long. I know I'll be dreaming of the sweet taste of your pussy. And the way that pussy feels squeezing against my cock.

My eyes grow wide.

Between the texts and the pic…

I bite my bottom lip and I look down at myself.

I take a deep breath and open my camera.

I lean back a little and hook my thumb into the front of my pants and push.

My picture does not come close to the hotness of what Jax sent me, but I'm not one to send nudes to anyone. Or even to take naked pictures of myself.

I chalk this up to some kind of post-sex high.

I take the picture. I send it.

I delete the picture.

Jax texts me.

I can't wait to have your pussy again.

And that's where our conversation ends.

I climb into bed. I'm not convinced my night is completely over though.

It could be.

There's just one more text to send…

I want to bask in this orgasmic enjoyment.

My night? Dumped Ward. Fucked Jax. Now I'm back in my dorm.

I toss my phone next to me.

It takes all of a second before it starts buzzing.

Both Violet and Ruby are texting me.

I know it's only a matter of time before they show up and demand to hear the story.

And… honestly…

I can't wait to tell them the entire story - in detail.