Learning Curve (Dickson University #1) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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“This is everything,” he whispers against my lips, and those words only make my body melt into his further.

Slowly, he moves himself in and out of me until I get too greedy to feel more that I try to urge him to go faster and deeper and harder with my hips.

I run my hands over his strong biceps and shoulders and the muscles of his back, and the more he thrusts inside me, the more I feel his body tense up beneath my fingertips.

I am making him feel that way. Me. Instantly, I’m three sheets to the wind, drunk with power from the realization.

Finn starts to lose control, his movements becoming faster but more erratic at the same time as my body brings him closer to orgasm. His breaths come out in pants, and my body feels like it’s drawn tight like a bow, ready to snap at any second.

“Fuck,” he says on a whisper, the cords of his neck stretching so taut I can see them through the thick muscle there.

A raspy, guttural groan explodes from his lungs, and Finn pushes himself as deep as he can go. As he finishes inside me, I fall over the edge with him, into another spiral of pleasure that blurs my vision and holds every other part of me hostage.

His hands are tender, his lips precise, as he rains kisses all over the skin of my face before burying his head in my neck.

“I’ve never felt this trusted by anyone. This valued. I’ll never forget what this means, and I hope you won’t either, Scottie. This wasn’t just something. It was everything.”

I swallow hard around the growing knot in my throat as Finn pours out his well-fortressed heart to me. It’s everything I wanted losing my virginity to be—he’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.

But it’s only now that it’s over that a bitter realization seeps through.

Finn Hayes is perfect. But I am a villain.

Finn

Scottie’s hair feels like silk against my face as I nuzzle into the crook of her neck, the scent of wild flowers and rose hips overwhelming me. It’s different from how she normally smells, but I think it might be her shampoo.

Besides the sounds of our slowly calming breaths, silence cloaks the room.

I feel like I’m on top of the world. The pleasure is secondary to the intimacy, and I think, if she lets me, I’ll spend the rest of the night soaking it in.

I’m no choirboy, but I’m not impervious to the responsibility of what she just gave me either. It’s more than the physical, too—it’s a level of trust I honestly never saw myself being worthy of.

But fuck, Scottie is everything I don’t deserve but everything I want.

Throughout my life, I’ve never felt the kind of peace I’m feeling right now. I’ve never felt so content. Never felt so…happy.

I look down at where our naked bodies are intertwined with each other and see the way her fingers dance delicately against the skin of my chest. The caress of her hands on me feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. It’s affirming and powerful, and I can’t get enough.

Scottie leans her head back, and our eyes lock. Everything inside me melts. All the pretense and toughness and stubbornness. Whatever gentle version of myself it takes to stay here, I want to be it.

She starts to open her mouth, maybe to say something, but I take it as an invitation to kiss her.

I’ve never felt like I could spend hours kissing a girl without a single ulterior motive of moving things further, but kissing Scottie is the appetizer, the entrée, and the fucking dessert.

I’d be content to stay here for hours just doing that—it’s all I expected to happen when we came back to her room tonight.

I’m so lost in the kiss that I almost don’t feel when she starts to push me away with her hands at my biceps.

“Finn,” she whispers. I have to work for it, but I manage to open my eyes and pull myself out of my aroused stupor.

Her eyes are sad—much sadder than I expect—and a bolt of unease runs through me. Did I do something while we were having sex that hurt her?

I push up onto an elbow immediately, reaching behind her bed to turn on her lamp so I can see her face completely.

“Are you okay?” I ask, gently cupping the line of her jaw. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

She shakes her head, but that only eases my anxiety slightly. The corners of her mouth are turned down, and moisture shimmers in the corners of her eyes. Something is still wrong.

“What is it, Scottie?”

“I have to tell you something,” she whispers again, her voice breaking this time.

Desperation sits heavy in my chest, the need to fix whatever this is overwhelming. I know I’ve left her wondering and unsure in the past, but I’m determined not to do that to her again. Whatever she needs, I’ll be it.



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