Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Spit flies through the air when I brush off his comment with another pfft. “I told you after Vivienne’s shit, I’m not going down that road again.”
My knuckles pop when he asks, “Then why do you continually invite her into your space? You never let Vivienne up here, and you were tapping that for over six months.”
“Because I… we…” I got nothing but bottled-up annoyance. “Shut the fuck up, Kamil. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know enough to know if you send her out there now, she’s fucking shark bait. Every guy down there will want a piece of her.” My annoyance is already off the Richter scale, but he keeps pushing until it can’t be returned to a safe level. “Gabe isn’t the only one paying her attention. She’s wanted by more than one man, so if you don’t want her, let her walk through the lion’s den. But if you do…” Not speaking another word, he once again strays his eyes to the corridor outside my room.
Too annoyed to think straight, I slip out of bed, snag a skateboard from the rack, then hightail it out of my room.
The only pain I experience while galloping down the stairs is my heavy balls and even more swollen cock slapping my thighs. I was too bulging after a shower to contemplate briefs, so I freeballed under my basketball shorts. It was a smooth nestling that only got better when I noticed McKayla’s skin is even smoother than my freshly laundered uniform.
“Hey, Einstein, wait up.”
A swollen cock jumps back into the forefront of my mind when McKayla’s spin to face me has her bulging eyes automatically lowering to the crotch of my shorts. “Should you be out of bed? Your…” she stares long enough to make my cock twitch before murmuring, “… needs rest.”
“It’s rested plenty.” More than I’d like. “And what did I tell you about wandering around campus alone?”
“It’s five blocks.”
“Exactly,” I push out, annoyed. “Five whole fucking blocks. Do you know how much shit can happen in five blocks?”
She commences her answer by darting her eyes around the almost desolate campus grounds. “I don’t think I want to know.”
“Trust me. You don’t.” We walk a couple more strides before I make out I’m not a soft cock crushing on his tutor. “I also think you’re owed a lesson.” I grin when she peers at me with crinkled brows. “Tit for tat, right? I teach you something, you teach me something.” Once her smile is as big as mine, I add, “You taught me to never be on the wrong side of a gun and you… so now I need to teach you how you can get anywhere faster when you use wheels instead of your feet.”
When she spots my skateboard, the coloring I worked hard for drains from her face. “My car. It’s just there.” She points half a foot in front of us.
“Oh.” I curse Kamil to hell when the shudder of the curtain on the second floor of our frat house announces his laughter. That fucker set me up. “Then I guess we’ll save your lesson for another day.”
“Or…” I turn around with way too much eagerness. “We could pretend it isn’t four in the morning, and you could show me now?”
“You’re not tired?”
She dumps her backpack into her car before replying, “Not in the slightest.”
I grin like a soft cock. “All right, cool. Let me grab some stuff first.”
She assumes I’m going to bolt back into the house, so you can picture her shock when I dig all the necessary learning equipment out of the back seat of her car.
“I am not wearing chaps to ride a skateboard.”
I finish squashing her bun with a horse-riding helmet before replying, “Ah, yeah, you are. I broke my cock fooling around, so you sure as hell will wear more than a flimsy strip of linen while tackling the dangerous sport of skateboarding.”
“Dangerous? Please.”
McKayla swallows her sass when her first brace on the skateboard sends it flying across the footpath and her toppling toward the ground. It rolls out from beneath her, bruising her backside as much as her ego.
“Any further objections, your honor?”
After dusting off her butt, she shakes her head.
While bending in two, McKayla breathes out a long, heavy sigh. “Why is my stomach cramping like that? I thought my legs were doing all the work, but my core is aching.” The smell that had me entranced two hours ago wafts up again when she straightens her spine and rests her arms on her head. “I can’t breathe either. And don’t ask me about my ass. It went to bed hours ago.”
Her reply makes me smile. “I told you it is a full-body workout. Wait until we get to the tricks. You’ll be crawling into bed.”