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The Fadeaway

Rebecca Jenshak
Contents (104)
  1. THE FADEAWAY
  2. REBECCA JENSHAK
  3. CONTENTS
  4. 1
  5. JOEL
  6. 2
  7. JOEL
  8. 3
  9. JOEL
  10. 4
  11. KATRINA
  12. 5
  13. KATRINA
  14. 6
  15. KATRINA
  16. 7
  17. JOEL
  18. 8
  19. JOEL
  20. 9
  21. KATRINA
  22. 10
  23. JOEL
  24. 11
  25. KATRINA
  26. 12
  27. JOEL
  28. 13
  29. KATRINA
  30. 14
  31. JOEL
  32. 15
  33. KATRINA
  34. 16
  35. JOEL
  36. Katrina
  37. 17
  38. JOEL
  39. Katrina
  40. 18
  41. KATRINA
  42. 19
  43. JOEL
  44. 20
  45. JOEL
  46. 21
  47. KATRINA
  48. 22
  49. JOEL
  50. 23
  51. KATRINA
  52. 24
  53. JOEL
  54. 25
  55. JOEL
  56. 26
  57. KATRINA
  58. 27
  59. JOEL
  60. 28
  61. KATRINA
  62. 29
  63. KATRINA
  64. Joel
  65. Katrina
  66. 30
  67. JOEL
  68. Katrina
  69. 31
  70. KATRINA
  71. Joel
  72. 32
  73. KATRINA
  74. Joel
  75. 33
  76. KATRINA
  77. Joel
  78. 34
  79. KATRINA
  80. 35
  81. JOEL
  82. 36
  83. JOEL
  84. 37
  85. KATRINA
  86. Joel
  87. 38
  88. JOEL
  89. 39
  90. KATRINA
  91. 40
  92. JOEL
  93. Katrina
  94. 41
  95. JOEL
  96. PLAYLIST
  97. THE TIP-OFF SNEAK PEEK
  98. 1
  99. ZEKE
  100. 2
  101. GABBY
  102. 3
  103. GABBY
  104. ALSO BY REBECCA JENSHAK
The Fadeaway

THE FADEAWAY

REBECCA JENSHAK

CONTENTS

Dedication

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

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Playlist

The Tip-Off Sneak Peek

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Also By Rebecca Jenshak

Copyright © 2021 by Rebecca Jenshak

All rights reserved. Except as permitted under the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without written permission from the author.

Rebecca Jenshak

www.rebeccajenshak.com

Cover Design by Jena Brignola

Editing by Ellie McLove at My Brother’s Editor

The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Names, characters, places, and plots are a product of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Paperback ISBN: 978-0-9997820-8-8

eBook ISBN: 978-0-9997820-7-1

For Michelle – Thank you!

1

JOEL

Four Months Ago

I need caffeine.

Typically, I run just fine on four hours of sleep, a slight hangover, and aching muscles but last night’s marathon fuck fest was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Or want to experience again. The chick wore a cat ear headband (in retrospect that should have been my first clue) and she actually meowed while I went down on her. Yeah, like a cat. My back and ass bear the marks from her long fingernails shaped like claws that completed the whole cat-like persona she had going on. And don’t get me wrong, it was sort of hot and kinky, but what the actual fuck? It’s like every girl is trying to outdo the last and sure I’m down for some kink, but what happened to good old-fashioned boning where the only thing that’s crossing my mind is how good it feels to be buried inside a warm, wet pussy?

I push through University Hall to the small campus café. Blair is nowhere in sight. Bummer. I was hoping she’d throw in about twelve muffins. She’s hooking up with my teammate and roommate Wes and the perks of my buddy banging a girl who works at the café include free coffee and pastries. I can afford it, but that’s not the point.

When I reach the counter, I still don’t see anyone.

“Hello,” I call out.

A blonde head pops up and I step back as cups and sugar packets go flying. My eyes catch on her name tag first. Katrina. Kat-rina. I wince and shudder at the memory of the catastrophe from last night – pun, totally intended. But as my gaze moves up, all memories of the chick last night, and every other girl for that matter, disappear.