“My boyfriend,” I answer like it’s no big deal that I’m dating the most amazing guy in the world. “His name is Dwayne.” Somehow I manage to not laugh this time.
“Lucky, lucky girl.” Jake lets out a dreamy sigh. Then he leans in and whispers, “I hope you don’t mind me telling you this, but Dwayne looks exactly like this—don’t judge me for knowing this—a porn star. Logan O’Toole. He’s over-the-top sexy. Totally to die for.”
I bite back my smile. “Oh really?”
“Can you imagine what that would be like? Dating a guy who does porn for a living?” Jake practically swoons at the idea. “The things a man like that could do!”
I shrug my shoulder dismissively. “Plenty, I’m sure.”
I don’t tell him that I’m more than sure of what a man like that can do. Or that I don’t have to imagine what it would be like. I don’t tell him that a porn star boyfriend is only hot for about five minutes. I don’t tell him that Logan O’Toole is much more than just a sex symbol or a status or a “fine piece of manhood.”
I let Jake keep his fantasy. He and the rest of the world can have Logan O’Toole. I get to have the real thing.
Epilogue
Four Years Later
“Dwayne, no! Someone will see.”
“I better not need to remind you,” I say, pressing Devi up against the outside wall of the Frank Erwin Center, “that my legal name is actually Logan now.”
“I thought Dwayne would get your attention more,” she says but her voice fades into a distracted mumble as I finally manage to slide my hands up her billowing graduation gown and start thumbing at her nipples through her dress. Austin doesn’t get freezing in December, but it’s definitely colder than it would be in L.A., and Devi’s got the goose bumps and stiff nipples to prove it.
I’m determined to warm her up.
“Logan, stop,” she giggles as I started nibbling on her neck. I hear people walking and talking behind me as they leave the ceremony and go off to find their cars, but I don’t care. I’ve been desperate to touch my sexy graduate all morning, and I not only had to sit through one graduation ceremony but two, and now that we’ve finally escaped the crowd and our parents, I can’t wait a minute longer.
“I can’t stop,” I breathed in her ear. “You’re too fucking sexy right now.”
“In my giant black graduation robe?”
“Don’t forget the hat, Cass.”
She finally succeeds in pushing my hands down and creating enough space between us that she can straighten the aforementioned hat and smooth down the robe. “You need to wait until we’re home,” she scolds. “We both got accepted into graduate programs here, remember? We will still have to look these professors in the eye next fall, which will be a little awkward if they see you drilling me right after the commencement ceremony.”
“Fine,” I sigh. And even though my entire groin aches, I help her readjust her garb and I don’t even fuss once. I do pull her close and growl in her ear, “You better be ready when we walk through that door, though. I’ve waited too long to have you already.”
With a quick look around us, Devi takes my hand and guides it under her gown. She’s not wearing any underwear and so there’s no barrier between my fingers and her flesh. She’s so wet right now, so slick, and I groan at the thought of pushing myself inside there. “I’m very ready for you,” she says. “I’d let you fuck me right now if I wasn’t worried my faculty advisor would see.”
“Like he’s hasn’t watched every single one of our scenes already,” I grumble. But I stop teasing her wet folds and step away, grateful my own graduation gown hides my insistent erection. “Home, Cass. Now.”
* * *
The drive to our little Travis Heights bungalow is mercifully swift, and I have Devi out of the car and against our front door in almost no time at all. It makes me smile against her mouth as I think of all the times we’ve come home this way over the last four years, practically undressing each other before we could even unlock the door. Especially that first year—the transition from fucking for hours every day to listening to lectures on introductory physics and early American lit was torture. Most days I had to text Devi and hunt her down on campus in order to fuck her in a conveniently empty bathroom or in an abandoned corner of the library, and even when I started to acclimate to a porn-civilian’s life, I still found myself craving her almost constantly. I left porn in order to be with her, but now that I was here, I found that spending time together was harder than ever. We were both busy with classes and homework, and we no longer had long stretches of our day that we could devote to marathon sex sessions. It didn’t take me long to figure out that the only way I could live with that is if we instead devoted long sessions of our nights to making love.