ONE + ONE = TWO! Just two normal sex-crazed college students getting their freak on in bed. NBD.

Best. Fucking. Night. Ever. Josh mused, laying in bed with Lauren cuddled next to him with one of her sexy legs resting over his.

He had had his fair share of one-night stands and threesomes and the occasional foursome, but none of those encounters even compared to tonight, especially when Lauren entered the picture.

Something about her captivated him, and he wanted more of her. Josh wanted to scoop her into his arms and fucking kiss her for the rest of the night when she had looked so disappointed after April and Mikey had climaxed. Why he did feel the sudden urge to take care of her? And why the fuck did he feel like the luckiest man alive when she asked him to eat her?

Josh knew he had a magical tongue – courtesy of years of watching porn for research purposes – and he didn't mind whirling his tongue on pussy, but it wasn't his favorite sexual activity. So why did he desperately want to please her? Why did her scent and the sight of her pussy make him want to cum on the spot? Even without touching her? The answers still alluded him.

He had taken the initiative to lay on his back on her bed and patted the empty space beside him, and Lauren reluctantly snuggled against his muscled body, laying her head in the nook between his neck and shoulder.

She rarely cuddled with anyone even when she was in a relationship. With one arm crooked to absentmindedly scratch the back of his head, Josh's other arm wrapped around Lauren protectively. His index finger lazily stroked her naked back.

"So, um, how long have you and April been roommates?" Josh asked awkwardly, staring at the ceiling.

Lauren smiled at his attempt to make small talk.

"Two years now," she answered as her fingers stroked the few hairs on his chest. "The place is a shithole, but the rent is cheap and near the bars."

Josh chuckled softly. "Yeah, April, wasn't joking when she said her place was just around the corner. At least you have your own place; I can't wait to live off campus next year."

"Is Mikey your roommate?"

"Yeah. We met during football training last year."

"How did April lure you guys here?"

"She basically dry humped me and showed me her tits."

Lauren giggled and buried her face against his shoulder. "Yeah, that sounds like April. She really has no filter or shame."

"So, uh, are you guys together?" Josh desperately wanted to ask more questions, but he didn't want to sound needy.

He absolutely hated when any of his sexual partners badgered him for more of his time – in or out of the bedroom – especially when he just wanted sex. If he wanted someone's phone number, he would ask for it. Josh had enough confidence that it occasionally made him too cocky.

But his stupid baby face made him look shy and vulnerable, and most girls fell hard for him even when he was a complete asshole. Josh didn't want to be the bad guy, but women always misinterpreted his clear and definitive statement, "I don't want to be in a relationship," to mean, "Maybe I'll fall in love with you."

He was always upfront and honest unlike Mikey who constantly used the line, "If I were more into girls, I would want a relationship with you." Although the half the statement was true – Mikey preferred the male gender – he gave heartbroken girls a little bit of hope.

"No," Lauren answered, placing her head in his nook again. "Obviously, we're good friends, but we're too different to make a relationship work."

"You two do this sort of thing a lot?"

She shrugged. "Define a lot. Every day? No, because I wouldn't get anything productive done."

Josh snickered. "How about weekly?"

Lauren propped herself on her elbow and looked at him curiously. "It really depends on the situation, you know? Before April texted me, I thought I'd be sleeping alone tonight."

He shifted to his side to face her with one hand holding up his head and the other itching to rub her dusky nipples. "Really?"

"Well, yeah, because I work weekends, especially during the football season. So I can't really go out as much, which is fine. You?"

Josh thought about the number of invitations to group sex parties and threesomes when bumping into eager football fans. "Probably once a month."

"Really? I kinda expected the number to be higher considering you're a football star and everything."

"Oh, I get offers every day," he clarified, finally reaching out to touch a pierced nipple and feeling an excited satisfaction of just touching her body. "I'm kinda choosy about who I sleep with."

Lauren moaned softly at his touch; heat immediately rising between her legs.

"I feel special," she said mildly sarcastic, closing her eyes. "You didn't even know my name."

His cock was ready at the sound of her sexy moan and the thrill of thumbing her nipple, and Josh gently pushed her onto her back and covered her body with his.

"You are special," he said, suddenly feeling embarrassed by the declaration but so aroused at the wetness between her legs.

"Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already," she demanded, crushing her mouth against his and wrapping her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck.

Special, Lauren thought bitterly as she kissed him so fiercely their teeth scraped together. How often did he use that line? What a load of shit.

"Condom," Josh asked hoarsely, coming up for air.

"Nightstand."

Once he was protected, his body hovered over hers with his hard member pressed against her wet entrance.

"Seriously, dude?" Lauren asked, raising an eyebrow. "The missionary position?"

He growled, pulled her up by her arms, and turned her over, spanking her ass. "Sassy little girl."

Lauren leaned forward on her elbows and stuck her ass higher, brushing it against his shaft. He slapped the other cheek before slamming into her from behind.

"Shit, you feel so fucking good," Josh panted as his hands grabbed her hips and roughly rocked her body against his.

Resting her head on a pillow, Lauren closed her eyes and reveled in the sounds of the loud slaps of bare flesh on bare flesh and his heavy breathing and grunts and the feel of his long cock buried so deep inside her.

Out of all her many sexual experiences and multiple partners, Lauren had never felt this high level of intensity and endurance, and she loved every second of it.

When Josh slowed his pace, Lauren opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder to glare at him. He grinned wickedly and spanked her ass. With one hand guiding her to lay flat on her stomach, Josh lowered his large, muscular frame over her slender body and shifted some of his weight on an elbow to avoid crushing Lauren.

Once in place, he began thrusting again and Lauren gasped with excitement at the deeper penetration. Feeling his hot breath on her neck, his sweaty body covering hers, and his strong fingers intertwined with her long fingers, Lauren had never felt sexier.

Just as her free hand released the comforter, Josh picked up the pace and Lauren eagerly enjoyed his cock hitting her G-spot over and over and over. She wanted to tell him that she was close to the edge, but then she felt his throb, intensifying her release.

"Josh," she groaned, basking in the waves of pleasure surging through her body.

A few seconds later, he grunted loudly and collapsed on top of her for a second before rolling onto his back. "Holy shit. That was fucking amazing."

Lauren rolled onto her back, closing her eyes, but Josh gently nudged her arm.

"Hey, you should clean your lady parts before you go to sleep, baby," he whispered.

She groaned but knew he was right. "You need to work on your pillow talk."

Josh chuckled as she rolled off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes. When she returned to her room, he laid on one side of the bed with the sheet and comforter covering his lower body. Lauren smiled and crawled into bed beside him, and he pulled the covers over her.

"Good night, Lauren," he said softly, resting a hand on her hip.

She yawned and closed her eyes, liking the warmth of another person in her bed. "Good night, Josh."

A few hours later, Josh heard a faint knock on Lauren's bedroom door and turned his head to see Mikey poke his face through the crack. Mikey jerked his head toward the hallway, signaling now was the time to leave, and softly dumped Josh's clothes in the doorway.

Josh sighed and studied Lauren, sleeping on her side under the sheet and comforter. For the first time in a long time, he didn't want to leave a stranger's bed. He lightly pressed his lips to her bare shoulder before sliding off the bed and getting dressed.

He looked around her room small and spotted a piece of paper and pen on her nightstand. Unable to think of something clever or touching to write, Josh scribbled down his phone number and took one last look at her before leaving her apartment.

"What's the name of Kylie's best friend?" Lauren asked, with a smirk.

Tristan made a face and closed in his eyes for a second. "Shit. Hailey? No. Lexie!" He opened his eyes, with a triumphant grin.

Lauren glanced at the dozen customers talking and drinking throughout the bar. Although she preferred crowded nights, low-key Sunday nights gave her a chance to study, sketch, or catch up with the second bartender on shift.

Keeping an eye on the patrons and filling drink orders, Lauren and Tristan stood behind the bar to discuss their trysts from last night.

"How was Kylie and Lexie?" She continued sketching an intricate compass as a potential tattoo for Tristan.

"Fine," he replied, slowly washing drinking glasses in a small sink. "Nothing special."

"Not mind blowing?"

"The sex was good, but not spectacular. How was your night?"

Lauren tried to hide her stupid grin as an image of Josh's head between her legs popped into her mind. She wouldn't mind his magical tongue licking every inch of her body.

Tristan noticed her secretive smile and hesitant reply. "Mind blowing, huh?"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Did April pick up actual football players?"

Lauren stopped sketching and lifted her head to think about the question. "I think so, but I didn't ask for ID."

"Do you at least know their names?"

"Josh and Mikey," she said, leaning against the counter and watching Tristan whip out his smart phone from his back pocket.

His fingers flew over the screen. "Josh? Mikey. Hmmmm. Probably Mike or Michael."

Tristan held out his phone, and Lauren looked at a picture and shook her head. He frowned, taking back the phone and skimming his fingers over the surface.

A familiar face with shoulder length brown hair appeared on his screen. Michael Laken. Wide receiver.

"That's one of the guys," Lauren confirmed. "He has a gorgeous tattoo of a wolf."

Seconds later Tristan held out his phone with a different picture of a second familiar face. His current facial scruff hid his adorable baby face, and his blue eyes shone with confidence. Josh Montgomery.

"He's the second guy," she pointed out, noting heat sweeping through her body.

"Wide receiver," Tristan read from his phone. "Born in Iowa. Played football in high school."

"He and his friend left early in the morning, but he left his phone number."

"You gonna call him?"

Lauren shrugged and returned to sketching. "What would I say? Hey, remember me? Wanna come over and have sex?"

"I'd work on the delivery."

"I'm sure he just left the number as a courtesy or something." She didn't even believe the lie that flew from her lips.

"Lauren, don't be a dummy," Tristan said, snapping a dish towel at her leg. "Guys don't leave their numbers if they're not interested."

She scowled and took a step back to avoid another smack. "I know."

"These guys are a big deal. Montgomery scored nine touchdowns last season. After yesterday's game, he's expected to finish with a higher number this season. I'm kinda impressed with April's skills considering their reputations."

"Reputations?" Lauren could care less if Josh was a player or womanizer because the last thing she wanted was a relationship.

Please don't let them be walking STDs, she silently prayed, thinking about his gifted tongue gliding unprotected over her intimate parts.

Even with an IUD – a birth control device – inserted, Lauren firmly insisted all her sexual partners wear a condom. She loved sex, but she also needed to protect her health.

"They swing both ways," Tristan answered absentmindedly, scrolling through his phone for more information. "For a bunch of jocks, they don't seem to care who knows who they fuck. Respect."

April had mentioned Mikey and Josh's sexual preferences during breakfast in the morning, and the revelation didn't surprise Lauren. Finding Josh's phone number on piece of scratch paper on her nightstand was a bigger surprise because she was certain his sexual fan base could satisfy his needs every day for the next two years. He didn't need her as a side piece.

If Lauren was truly honest with herself, the biggest surprise would be she wanted Josh naked in her bed again.

DEDICATION: Thank you to AmansRose for answering my help call and creating a beautiful cover for Sweet Surrender!