Learning Curve (Dickson University #1) Read Online Max Monroe

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Dickson University Series by Max Monroe
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
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We both moan at the feel of it.

And then, all hell breaks loose when the arousal becomes too strong to deny. My hands clutch at his back, and his hands slide beneath my ass as he thrusts himself in and out of me with heavy drives of his cock.

My nails dig into his skin when I can actually feel him getting harder inside me. There’s no barrier, no condom, just him. Just Finn.

The reality of it becomes too much for both of us, and it’s not long before he’s pushing himself as deep as he can go and filling me up with his come. And my body throbs and clenches around him like it wants every single drop of him.

Holy hell. I never knew it could be this good.

Friday April 11th

Finn

My hair and T-shirt and jeans feel like they weigh a hundred pounds, and the vibe of the crowd is electric from the surprise rain shower that just moved through Daytona. Ace is bare-chested, swinging his wet T-shirt at Julia’s ass as she wrings out the bottom of her navy-blue and gold sundress, and several people wearing official NCA gear are on the stage, drying the mat with large towels.

Louisville, Butler, and Nesco College have already competed, all nailing their routines and putting the pressure on Dickson and the other six teams left to go. I never realized how elaborate and difficult cheerleading at a competitive level was until I started paying attention to Scottie, but I’d spend my last breath defending their athleticism to anyone now.

This shit is intense.

Blake flings water off his hair, shaking like a dog right in Ace’s face. Ace opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue like a goofball, and Julia rolls her eyes at me.

“Man, I bet all this waiting is making it ten times worse,” she says, turning back to the stage as yet another stack of dry towels gets passed around.

“Anticipation can make things better too,” I remark, thinking about making Scottie wait last night.

Blake smiles huge and waggles his eyebrows at me, and I swat him in the stomach when his gestures start to get out of control. “What?” he argues. “As your Daytona hotel roommate, I can’t help that I notice when you don’t come back to the room until the sun is rising.”

“Yo,” Ace calls, pointing to the stage. “I think they’re getting ready to start again.”

Focus renewed, I jump down off the metal rung of the bleachers and take my seat again. An MC steps onto the stage with a smile on his face and puts a black microphone to his mouth. “We apologize for that thirty-minute delay and appreciate your patience. I’m sure there’re quite a few of you who wish you would’ve brought some umbrellas, huh?” He jokes with the crowd, making Ace turn back to me and stick out his tongue.

I laugh and shove him forward, and he turns back around to pay attention.

“We’ll be getting started again here in the next little bit, after our team does a final check for safety, and I’m sure the teams waiting back there could use your encouragement. Let’s get loud for them, everybody!”

“Whoo!” I yell, shooting to my feet again. Ace, Julia, and Blake are a little slower, but when I pick Ace up under his armpits, the other two follow.

“Yeah! Come on, Dickson!” Julia yells, pumping her fist in the air.

“Dragons! Dragons! Dragons!” Blake starts to chant, encouraging the people around us to join in. Before we know it, half the crowd is calling out our mascot with us, and the MC’s smile is huge as he returns to the center of the stage and puts his mouth to the mic.

“That’s what I’m talking about! We’ve gotten final approval from the safety crew, and I’m thrilled to announce we’re ready to go! Please welcome to the stage…the Dickson Dragons!”

Scottie and her team run out onto the mat, the sound of their stomps deafening as they approach the front of the crowd, waving their arms in the air and pumping us up. The atmosphere is electric, and my fingers tingle with excitement. “Hell yeah! Let’s go, Scottie!”

Scottie’s dark hair is in a high ponytail on her head, and a big gold bow sits at the top, matching her Dickson navy-blue cheerleading uniform with gold detailing. Her lips are painted bright red, and her mouth is etched into a big smile as she takes her position in the front of her squad, the point of the triangle with Kayla smiling brightly just off her shoulder.

The crowd quiets as the cheerleaders bow their heads, waiting on their music to start.

“I’m so nervous for them,” Julia whispers to Ace, and he wraps an arm around her shoulders and tucks her close to his side.

“They got this, Jules.”

“Go Dickson!” Blake shouts from between cupped hands, cutting into the silence like a knife.


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