Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 131789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Thankfully, Saturday he has a dinner with the board of governors. Which means he’ll be at some swank hotel emptying bottles of wine with the bigwigs and money people. The dog and pony show usually lasts until the restaurant kicks them out, so I don’t expect him home before three in the morning.
RJ takes the opportunity to sneak me into the dorm. I was skeptical about coming in the laundry entrance, but he insisted that the housefather would be passed out. All it took was propping the door open for me and stealthily creeping our way through the halls, careful to avoid detection by anyone who might dime us out.
“You sure Fenn isn’t coming back?” I ask as I make myself comfortable on his bed.
RJ double-checks the door is locked before coming to sit beside me. “He’s at an away game. They’re staying overnight.”
I find last year’s Sandover yearbook on the edge of RJ’s nightstand and pull it over to flip through. “What’s this for?”
“Research.”
“Oooh. Sounds ominous. Is something in here going to help you avoid getting your teeth pulverized into pencil shavings?”
He mock glares at me. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
“Hey, I just want to make sure you’re prepared. And I hope you find that plan B soon, because what happened the first time was just a friendly warning. If you really step into that circle with him, it’ll be much worse. Don’t expect a fair fight. Duke plays dirty.”
“Can we maybe not spend the night talking about your ex?” RJ is adorable when he’s jealous. He squeezes my thigh with a little snarl. “I’m more interested in how you play dirty.”
“You wouldn’t know what to do with me.” I bite my lip at him, a coy move that has him throwing me against his pillows and draping his body over mine.
“I’ll take that bet.”
RJ combs his hand into my hair and presses his lips to mine, plunging his tongue into my mouth like he’s been just as starved for attention as I have. The addiction came on strong and sudden. Now I’m a fiend, gnawing on pens and clawing out of my skin. I don’t know what it is about the loner boy that gets me all knotted up, but he’s done a number on my head.
Nibbling on his bottom lip, I throw my leg over his thigh. Already I feel his erection pressing against me and it puts all sorts of ideas in my mind. Yesterday he wouldn’t even touch me, and as much as I appreciated him trying to keep me focused on my goal of not falling behind in school, my current agenda is to kiss him until we both forget our names.
“I still have some groveling to do,” he says against my mouth.
“Couldn’t hurt,” I agree.
Another thing I like about RJ: he isn’t shy. Not about us. He pays attention and reads my signals. So when he pushes his hand under my T-shirt to scrape his thumb over one nipple, I arch my back into his touch. He teases me, frustrating my patience until I bite down on his lip.
“You do that again and I’ll bite back,” he growls.
“I’ll take that bet.”
Glaring at me, RJ shoves my shirt up to expose my breast and gives it a squeeze. He wraps his lips around the hard peak and gently tugs with his teeth, then lashes at it with his tongue. I can’t help but grind against him, feeling the thick ridge of his hard-on through the thin fabric of my running shorts. Already I’m nearly out of breath and practically dizzy with the need for release. I try palming him through his jeans, but he pulls my hand away.
“You don’t want me to?”
“Tonight’s for you,” he says, his gaze fixed on me as he pulls my shirt up to expose my other nipple and sucks hard on it.
I could nearly come just from his mouth, the way his hands know me. I realize there’s a mirror hanging from the closet door across the room and I watch him kiss and suck on my breasts, gripping the pillow behind my head.
Then his hand slides lower, cupping me between my thighs. He rolls onto his side to pin my leg down. When he glances up to find me looking beyond him, he turns his head to see the mirror.
“Kinky girl,” he whispers.
He watches himself run his hand firmly up and down my shorts, teasing my pussy over the fabric. I follow his hand in the mirror, screaming in my head for him to press his skin against mine. Wanting him inside me.
Instead, he moves between my legs and slowly begins pulling my shorts off with my underwear. He studies my face for a moment to make sure I want this. And I do. I almost grab the back of his head, but I restrain myself. Then he pushes both my thighs open, flat to the bed, and drags his tongue through my slit.