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Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
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Dornan climbs out of bed, hunting for his lost boxer briefs. "Believe me, I'm more than happy to keep my junk to myself."

"Your junk is all mine," Celine murmurs contentedly. She makes a humming noise in her throat like a cat's purr.

"Greedy." Travis turns to find Dornan sliding into bed. This is not how I imagined the end of this night.

"You tell anyone about this, and your junk will be in a waste disposal," I growl.

The room erupts with laughter, but I don't join in.

Falling asleep doesn't come easy.

Travis's alarm wakes us all at the ass crack of dawn. Thankfully, I held my position last night facing away from Dornan, and he hasn't drifted across the bed to spoon me. I slide my legs off the edge of the mattress and rub both hands over my face and through my hair. Lumbering to the bathroom, I piss for so long that I start to worry. I take a two-minute shower, reluctantly washing off all evidence of Celine and what we did last night.

Back in the bedroom, Celine has already pulled on her dress and heels. She smiles at me with sleepy eyes and rosy cheeks, and my stupid chest fills with softness at her cute morning face.

"We have ten minutes." Travis barrels into the bathroom, flicking the shower on before relieving himself. Dornan's still tucked under the sheet like a giant tree trunk.

I throw a pillow at his head. "Dornan. Time to get up."

He groans and then flings his arm across the bed. As he turns, it becomes very obvious that he has morning wood. Celine snickers, and I look away, annoyed.

Even witnessing her staring at another man's accidental erection has me seething.

I dress in record time and adjust my drying hair in the mirror. My expression is more strained than it should be. Usually, the morning after I've gotten laid, I'm all sweetness and light, with a smile that can't be dislodged and dimples out in full force.

Usually, I can fuck away the tension that builds up inside me until I'm bordering on a grizzly bear.

This time, it's the after-sex part that's turned me grumpy.

"Hey." Celine comes up behind me, resting a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." I turn to stare down at her, finding her head tipped to one side. The churning of her mind is practically audible.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. We had a good time." I shrug like it meant nothing other than that. Two bodies coming together for mutual pleasure.

"Yeah, we did." Her lips press together, and her eyes find a spot in the corner she focuses on. "I wanted to ask if you have time to help me with my class? I need to get my grade up before they start taking action."

She can't even look at me when asking for my help. Shit, this girl reminds me of me.

"I can help you. Travis can drop me off at your dorm, and we'll study."

Celine nods and then steps back, putting some space between us. I don't like the space. I want to pull her close and press a kiss on her forehead. I want to reassure her that no matter how far behind she is, she can improve her grade with some hard work and focus.

I want to behave in a way that I never have with a girl before, and it freaks me the fuck out.

Travis emerges from the shower, humming something. The dude has a seriously happy post-sex vibe going on.

Dornan disappears into the bathroom, picking up the tune, so now both men are humming. It's a chorus of satisfaction that darkens my mood even further.

Flicking through my phone, I try to pass the time until Travis is fully clothed and Dornan has emerged from the shower. Celine does the same, perching on the bed's edge, curling around her screen.

I catch sight of it from the side and find her adding a few of the selfies we took together last night to Instagram, and even though I know that our date was part of her vendetta against Eddie, it still sticks in my throat that she's focused more on that and less on me.

My hand swipes through my hair, frustration knotting my insides.

"What the fuck is he doing in there?" I huff.

"Easy." Travis glances at his watch. "We're good. Still two minutes to go."

Like clockwork, Dornan emerges from the bathroom, pulls on his clothes, and ruffles the towel over his wet hair. Four of us are ready in ten minutes. That's got to be some kind of record!

Travis blasts his dad-music all the way to campus and Dornan and Celine hum along with it. I'm left staring out of the window with tightly pressed lips. Dornan is the first to leave, reaching over to kiss Celine's cheek. "I'll call you," he says and then slides from the back seat, stopping to give us all a parting wave as Travis pulls away.


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