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“It’s not weird. Your mom said you have a gift. It’s probably starting to work since you’re here.”

Yeah, a gift. Great. That’s all I needed, something else weird to deal with. “So what do I do?”

“For now?”

“Yeah?”

“You try to get to know Gemma and learn about your gift. You act like you’re considering staying, and you listen instead of talking 95% of the time. That last part is key.” He rolled onto his side.

“In other words you think I talk too much.”

“No, I mean you need to listen.”

“And at night?”

“At night you do exactly what you’re doing—what you did. Come see me so we can share notes.” He patted his bed.

“If I find out all of this is just a ploy to keep me returning to your bed, you’re going to get it.”

“Don’t you think I’d be trying to get you naked if that was the goal?”

“Maybe you haven’t started the seduction yet.”

“The seduction?” He arched an eyebrow.

“Yes, when you smoothly break down my walls and get me willing.”

“Do I do anything smoothly?” He rolled onto his back.

I laughed. “Of course. You are as smooth as they come.”

“Glad you think so.” He put his hands behind his head. The action accentuated the muscles in his chest and arms.

I was a fan of muscles. I ran my hands down his chest.

He closed his eyes, clearly enjoying my touch. “Are you sure you’re not the one trying to seduce me?”

“Would I really have to try? I thought you were easy.”

“I’m not easy anymore. Remember? I’m reformed.”

I laughed. “I can change that.”

“I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me. You made that clear a few times after torturing me.”

“I don’t want to. But want and need are two completely different things.” I ran my teeth over my bottom lip.

His eyes flew open. “Oh, you need me then?”

“It sounded better in my head.”

He laughed. “You are the most entertaining girl I’ve ever met.”

“Entertaining? That’s an interesting way to describe me.”

“You definitely keep my attention.”

“With or without my clothes on?”

“Both. Although maybe a little more without them.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I can say the same about you.” I ran my hand down his chest again. I couldn’t get enough, and that wasn’t good.

“It’s not fair you know.”

“What isn’t?”

“You get to touch me to stay entertained, and I don’t get to touch you?” His eyes were playful.

“Who says you don’t?” He wanted to play, and I was down for that. I pulled off my t-shirt.

His eyes widened. “You kill me, Vera.”

“You’re the one who complained.”

“But now I’m stuck. You know I want to touch you, but I also value my balls.”

“If I’m asking you to touch me, you’re safe.”

“You promise?”

“Absolutely.” I needed his touch, so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I took his hand and placed it on my breast. “See, not so hard.”

He groaned. “Wait. I get what you’re doing.” He pulled his hand back.

“What?”

“The bet. I’d almost forgotten about that.”

“I had forgotten.” I had. With everything else: the plotting, the plans.

“Sure.” He looked anything but convinced.

“Bet is off.”

“Completely off?” His eyes locked with mine.

“Completely and utterly off.” I glanced down and noticed the evidence of his arousal straining against his boxers. “Deal? Forget the bet and touch me already.”

He laughed. “You’re pushy even in bed.”

“Sex is the best stress relief.”

“Who said anything about sex?”

“I did.” I yanked off his boxers. Letting my eyes take in how aroused he was.

“Isn’t that jumping ahead?”

“No.” I pulled off my shorts. I’d let him take off my underwear himself.

“Are you sure?” He leaned up.

“Positive.”

“Good.” In a flash he had me down on my back. He put a finger under the waist band of my underwear and slowly eased them down. “Because I agree, sex is a stress relief.”

“If you fuck half as good as you kiss, this is going to work wonders.”

He ran his lips down my neck. “I thought I was a seven.”

“I altered your score, remember.”

“Still, I wasn’t a ten.”

“Your size makes up for it.” I took him in my hand.

He groaned softly. “Size is really a thing for you.”

“Size in that department.”

“I’m not going to fuck you, Vera.”

“What?” I sat up pushing my body against his. “You can’t back out now.”

“I never agreed to that. I won’t do something that meaningless with a girl I’m going to be seeing over and over.” His word choice had my body warming even more than it was already. “I will however have sex with you.”

“What’s the difference?”

“The difference is I respect you.” He slipped his hand between my legs. “And I need to know you respect me too. I’m worth more than the size of my dick.”

“Once again you surprise me.”

“Get used to it.”

“You know I want you for more than that.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You also have nice abs and a chest that’s drool worthy.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“But that’s not why I want you. I want you because you make me angry, and no one else makes me feel anything anymore.”

“That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say.”

“Good.” I closed my eyes and eagerly waited for his fingers, but it wasn’t his fingers that I got.

I heard the crinkle of a wrapper before he thrust into me. I opened my eyes. I was already wet from his words, so my body welcomed the surprise. I opened up to him, wrapping my legs around him. He moved in hard and fast movements that had me holding on to him.

“Need you,” He mumbled against me.

“Right back at you.” I thrust my hips against him, letting him know I didn’t want him holding back. The full length of him felt incredible, and I wanted it as hard and fast as he was willing to go.

He took the hint, filling me so completely I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I panted before biting down on his shoulder to keep myself from screaming out. He shuddered a few moments later.

He rolled off me and touched the bite spot on his shoulder. “You bite during sex.”

“Does that bother you?”

“No. I kind of like it. I like that I don’t have to worry about breaking you.” He lay on his back.

“You definitely don’t have to worry about that. I’d worry more about me breaking you.”

“That better not be about my heart.”

I laughed. “Yeah… no. I meant another part.”

“Don’t break my dick.”

“I’ll try not to.”

He laughed and pulled me down so my head rested on his chest. “You think we’ll fight less now that we got that out of the way?”

“Maybe, but for good measure let’s do it again.”

“Right now?”

“Didn’t you bring more than one condom?”

“It’s not about condoms.” He opened his wallet and pulled out another. “It’s that I’m not sure you’re ready for more yet.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong.” I took the condom from his hand and climbed on top of him. “I’m definitely ready for more.”

“You really are so much like me.”

“Quit saying that like it’s a bad thing.” I put the condom on him and slowly eased him inside.

“Don’t worry. I won’t say it again.” He cupped my breasts.

“Good. You better hold on then.”

I’
d found the female version of me, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. Everything about Vera infuriated me, but those things also made her completely irresistible. I ran my hand down her bare back, marveling once again at how soft her skin was.

“Mmmm.” She murmured. She’d fallen asleep a few hours before. I hadn’t, but I was in a much better place. She’d been right about sex being a stress relief, but it was more than that. I felt good, and I knew just any sex wouldn’t have done it. It was her and the way I could really be myself with her, both physically and mentally. I hadn’t transformed—I’d never done that with a girl, but if I was ever going to do it with anyone it would be Vera. Knowing her, she’d probably get a kick out of it.

We were in over our heads, but when weren’t we? At least this time it wasn’t Casey and Levi’s lives hanging on the line. The problem was someone else’s most assuredly was. That was the problem with caring. It starts with something small and then gets bigger. You end up doing crazy things on the off chance you might be able to help.

“Good morning.” She blinked a few times.

“Morning.” I brushed my lips against hers. We hadn’t kissed once the night before, but her pink lips seemed very inviting at the moment. “Sleep well?”

“Very. I was more tired than I originally thought.”

“I may have had something to do with it.”

She laughed. “You did.”

“You probably need to go back to your room soon.”

“Kicking me out?”

“Reluctantly, yes. I’m sure your parents are going to find out we’re sleeping together, but no reason to throw it in their faces more than necessary.”

“I guess you’re right.” She threw back the sheets, revealing her gorgeous body.

“I wish we had more time.”

She laughed, pulling on her t-shirt agonizingly slow. “I’ll be back tonight.”

“You better.”

“Jared Florence, are you threatening me?”

“No. I know better than to threaten you. I’m merely trying to deal with some, uh, feelings right now.”

She laughed harder this time, slowly slipping on her panties. “And I wonder what those feelings are?”

“Don’t worry. A cold shower will take care of it.”

“And you say I’m the one who teases with the showers.”

“I’m not teasing. I’m coping.” I refused to get up and show her exactly what she was doing to me. She’d never leave if I did.