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  The COMPLETE Coventon Campus Series

  Books I, II, & III

  Kenya Wright

  Contents

  Complicated By You

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Committed To You

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Complete With You

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Epilogue

  Complicated By You

  Book I

  Intro

  COMPLICATED BY YOU is a sexy New Adult love story about a girl who loves so deeply that it may cost her everything.

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  Evie's childhood friend Jay has always had her back. But college complicates things as Jay starts dating Evie's roommate Cynthia. Now, Evie spends her nights trying to sleep while Jay and Cynthia go at it like rabbits a few feet away!

  Evie hates feeling like a third wheel and hates wishing it was her in Jay's arms even more. It doesn't help that Jay won't let Evie date or even hook up without interfering and making sure everyone on campus knows that she's off limits.

  Something has to give. Evie can't continue pining away for Jay, and Jay can't continue to act like he owns her when he won't so much as touch her. And worse of all, Evie can barely look Cynthia in the eye for fear she will know just how she feels about Jay.

  Then one night shifts Evie, Jay and Cynthia into an web of love and deceit, tangling their hearts and forcing one of them to come to a compromise that will change all their lives.

  How far should someone go for love? Until it’s no longer convenient, or until it’s tearing apart their soul?

  Evie soon realizes that love isn’t always easy and loving someone isn't as simple as it seems. Sometimes, it's COMPLICATED.

  Chapter One

  Evie

  The Kermit the Frog lamp bathed my roommate’s and her boyfriend’s nude bodies in dim green light. They writhed and rubbed against one another, moaning and groaning in the bed only four feet away from mine. Sex filled the air. Peeking farther out from under the covers, I inhaled the sweet scent and licked my lips.

  “You smell so good. I just want to taste every inch of you.” Jay planted a trail of kisses on Cynthia’s pale skin, from her neck to her flat stomach. She purred in approval. He took his time, lowering himself to the center of her thighs.

  God, he’s beautiful. I should close my eyes and turn away.

  Drops of water wet Jay’s chestnut brown curls and trickled down his back. I longed to lick the moistness away. They both must’ve just come from the shower. For the past three months, they’d been showering together most nights. Cynthia hated how sweaty Jay was after football practice.

  I can’t believe it’s already been three months. My best friend is hooked on her for sure.

  He’d never been with anyone longer than a month without trying to break up once or twice.

  “Oh, Jay!” Cynthia moaned, yet her face wore a neutral mask.

  The muscles on his arms flexed as he devoured Cynthia’s center. I couldn’t get a good look, so I imagined him taunting her with no mercy—the tip of his tongue sliding up and down in lazy strokes and his mouth sucking on her plump clit. My legs shook as I slowly wound my hips in a circular motion, so excited to get my fingers between my thighs.

  “Oh my god, Jay!”

  I gripped the sheets. Her moaning had awoken me earlier. Not that I was ever pissed when that happened. Those moans ripped from her parted lips and drummed little jealous pangs in my chest. “Lick it, baby. Yes. Yes.”

  My own sex clenched and moistened.

  I shouldn’t do this again. I really shouldn’t.

  My heart sped up with anticipation. My skin tingled. I squeezed my thighs together with no relief.

  I’ll just look for a tiny bit. They probably won’t finish anyway. They never do.

  Moving her long, blond hair away from her face, Cynthia slapped his back. Jay lifted his head. The light shined on his wet lips.

  “Turn the music on so Evie won’t wake up.” Cynthia shielded her stiff pink nipples with a pillow decorated in scenes from the movie, The Muppets Go Hollywood.

  “We won’t wake her.”

  “We will,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wake her up again. I think she was pissed the last time.”

  Groaning, he jumped off the bed. I got a great view of his equipment, not that this was my first time. I’d seen it over the years. At thirteen, we used to skinny dip near Middleton’s Plank, an old, abandoned port behind his house. Just Jay, his crazy dog Humphrey Bogart, and me. My mom was his dad’s executive assistant. Our parents conducted lots of business out of his dad’s office in the back of their huge house. I would take the bus home with Jay and hang out until Mom finished. Even then, with Jay’s slim frame and acne-covered face, he’d captured my heart. He just never realized it, and I didn’t have the balls to tell him so.

  If he liked me, he would have told me himself.

  Jay always claimed I was beautiful, complimenting the silky touch of my chocolate complexion and the uniqueness of my curly hair. I’d grown it out for him, letting it fall a few inches past my shoulders. On the few mornings we ran together, I could swear he checked out my behind and legs sometimes. Although I was slim, I had curves in all the right places. But he never treated me as anything other than a friend.

  I remained satisfied in my role as his best friend, the one who consoled him when his parents died, as his pen pal when he moved in with his grandparents, and his confidante in his darkest moments of high school. I eventually followed him to Proctor University in Coventon, Florida, and never regretted the move, even though I missed my mom and friends.

  “Where’s your iPod?” Jay asked Cynthia.

  “Shelf.”

  My pulse quickened some more as Jay walked around her side of the room, the whole time trying to hold himself.

  Damn, he’s so much bigger now. And even more cut with muscle.

  He could barely hide his erection with both hands. The thickness was hard and pointed upward. The tip swelled with need. He scrambled around Cynthia’s shelf, which was crowded with The Muppets stuffed animals—Fozzie Bear wearing Wocka! Wocka! Wocka! on his t-shirt, Rowlf the Dog playing a plastic piano, Gonzo in full tuxedo, and several Miss Piggys in evening gowns, Catholic school girl outfits, daisy dukes, and the latest gift from Jay, Lady Ga
Ga Miss Piggy.

  A sigh left his lips as he gave up searching Cynthia’s things and found his way over to my nightstand.

  Cynthia sat up in bed. “No. Don’t. Evie will be mad.”

  “No, she won’t.” He pressed my iPod as it rested near the speakers and dove back into bed. “She’ll just be mad it’s not one of the three queens.”

  “Queens?”

  “Etta, Ella, or Billie.”

  “Oh, you mean her jazz music.” Cynthia giggled.

  I smirked while the chilly electro-pop group, Purity Ring, played in the background. A female voice filled the room, singing the first lyrics to “Fineshrine.” Harmonious, mellow bass rode an electronic piano’s melody and throbbed through my body in soothing waves. It was one of the albums he put on my iPod when he bought it for my birthday last month. He’d been trying to convince me that electro-pop represented real music while my favorite hip hop groups ranked high on the list of uncreative and monotonous garbage, and practically all my jazz made him yearn to kill himself. I pretended I hated the playlists he put on there, when in reality, I listened to them nonstop as I studied in the library.

  “Okay. Music is on. No more stopping me.” He landed a path of kisses over one of Cynthia’s breasts. She panted, her chest rising and falling in a staccato pattern. Envy crept into my pores, but I did my best to think through it and focus on the moment, their moment. “Come here, you.”

  They returned to lovemaking. Motivated by the song’s rhythm, he caressed her navel with his fingertips in lazy swirls that made her writhe and whimper under the music. Inch-by-inch, I slipped off my panties, thankful that the music was on and they wouldn’t hear my bed squeak. It took so long.

  Be patient.

  I had to remain a sleeping pile to them, so every ten seconds or so, I did a slow and lazy rolling over as if experiencing an upsetting dream or being riled by the presence of the song.

  “Wait. Maybe we should turn the music down,” Cynthia suggested.

  “What?”

  “The music, it’s too loud.”

  “It’s fine.” He dove his hand between her thighs.

  A gasp rushed out of her open mouth. “Ouch.”

  He paused. “Did that hurt?”

  “No…I just don’t… ”

  “What?”

  “Just go softer.”

  “Like this?”

  “You don’t even have to touch me there.”

  “I know, but I love touching you there.” He removed his hand from the center of her thighs and lapped his tongue at her nipple.

  “Enough.” She squirmed under him. “Just take me now.”

  “Are you sure?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re so beautiful. I like taking my time.”

  “And I like being fucked fast and hard.” She spread her legs, seized his cock, and squeezed the point. Biting his lip, he raised himself up then moved between her thighs. It seemed she’d won.

  She screeched a little as he pierced her.

  I imagined his muscular buttocks clenched together as he shoved himself inside of her. My erect clit floated in the slick wetness of my arousal. I imagined him near my center instead of my own fingers, him thrusting inside of me, his hands squeezing the full mounds of my breasts and teasing the points, his voice whispering his desire in my ear, his scent seeping into my skin until he possessed me. I brought my other hand to my hard nipple. A sigh escaped my lips as I pinched it. Sparks of pleasure heated in my chest and soared to my wet sex.

  “Faster, baby.” She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face in an odd expression. I couldn’t figure out if this was her sex face or if she had to go to the bathroom.

  Hey, I can’t judge. Who knows what my face looks like when I’m having sex? I bet it’s crazy.

  “Faster, Jay.”

  “Like that?” The headboard banged against the wall.

  “Yes.” It came out as a whisper.

  Please don’t stop.

  I kept my body as stiff as I could while flicking my finger from side to side over my drenched lips. My clit puffed up some more. Teasing myself, I deliberately strayed away from touching that aching bud. Like hide and seek, I tiptoed my fingers near, calling out with feathery brushes, letting her know I was so near to revealing her hiding place.

  Not yet. Not until he comes.

  The first time I heard him scream in pleasure, I became instantly hooked. It was like a drug entering my blood stream. Two weeks ago, in the darkness of our room, he came hard into Cynthia’s mouth and I’d soaked my bed sheets with my own arousal. From that day on, I needed to hear him come inside of her.

  So close.

  Cynthia’s mattress moved up and down. The headboard hit the wall some more. Her breasts bounced with the bed’s cadence. He lowered himself down and savored her nipples.

  Oh god.

  Shivers of hot lust waved up my body, from the tips of my toes to the hard points of my own nipples. I bit down into my pillow to silence my moans.

  If I could only get up from my bed, rip off my shirt, and lay between them, all would be perfect. Their bodies were sleek, shining in the light and moving together like only two humans could do in the middle of rapture.

  “Oink!” her phone rang.

  The loud oinking drowned out Purity Ring’s song. Jay groaned in annoyance. I cursed under my breath and then tensed, hoping no one had noticed the noise coming from me. Another oink rang from the phone. Cynthia stopped him by hitting his chest. She always did when the phone chimed, which had coincidentally been ringing around this time any night he stayed over. The third oink sounded.

  “Stop, Jay. I have to answer it.”

  “Please,” he grunted.

  “I’ll be quick.”

  Ridiculous.

  If he’d been on top of me, all would’ve been forgotten—ringing phone, homework, the day’s worries, any impending emergency, fire in the room, a tornado spinning and twisting toward us. Everything would’ve swooped down into the dark corners of my mind and been ignored as nothing but Jay occupied my senses.

  “You said you would stop answering the damn phone during sex.” Jay pulled out and rolled over, out of my gaze. So quick, I could barely get another glimpse of his cock. Inch-by-inch, I covered the blanket over my head to hide that I was awake. I sank deeper into my pillow and closed my eyes.

  Damn it.

  “Just give me a minute.” Movement sounded from their end. The light came back on. “I swear, this time it’s an emergency.”

  “Who is it?” Jay asked.

  “My dad. I’m taking it outside.” Footsteps came next. Our door creaked opened and then slammed shut. The music lowered. Shuffling sounded from the bed as Jay murmured curses.

  Her dad never called this late, either. In fact, he never really called her at all.

  I’d heard her crying to her mother about it one night. “It’s like he divorced us both. I’ve left so many messages. Are you sure that’s Dad’s new number?”

  Why won’t she ever come when they have sex? Who does she talk to?

  No one ever visited the room for her. Only my friends came by. And she never left the room unless it was to go to class or hang with Jay.

  Maybe the person calling is from her hometown.

  Whoever was on the phone would keep her outside in our dorm’s hallway for a while. She would sit on one of the blue flowery couches in the lobby, turn on the television, and chat away as if a naked sculpted quarterback wasn’t lying in her bed with an aching erection.

  Well, I might as well go to sleep. Party’s over.

  Chapter Two

  Evie

  Minutes passed, and I still hadn’t managed to fall asleep.

  The seductive perfume of sex evaporated. I listened for the soft breathing that usually came when Jay slept. Instead, hard footsteps pounded to the side of my bed. I tensed as his shadow flickered over my sheet. It looked like he was bending over in front of my nightstand, the one that sat between Cynthia’s and my bed.


  He’s at my dresser.

  The screech of my bottom drawer sliding open confirmed it.

  I glided my hand from under the sheet and punched him in his knee. “Get away from my chocolate, dickhead.”

  “Fuck, Evie. That hurts.” He rubbed his knee.

  “That’s what you get.” Amused, I yanked off my sheet and flipped up my middle finger. Sometime after Cynthia left the room, he’d put on his boxer briefs. Now only rock-hard muscle pulsing at his thighs and chest taunted me.

  “What, do you have some sort of security sensors in this area?” One of my Snickers bars rested in his hand. “Every time I sneak and grab one, you injure me. Coach is going to kill you. I may not be able to run tomorrow.”

  “Wah-wah! Should I make you a bottle and change your diaper, little baby?” I checked to make sure my shirt was down. I’d yanked it up earlier when I was touching myself. Billie Holiday’s entire face stayed intact as it adorned the front of my black shirt. Just the white rose in her hair appeared a bit wrinkled. I sat up and reached for the candy.

  Anticipating my movement, he put it behind his back and out of my reach. “Who taught you to punch like that?”