Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Very good,” I whispered.
I pushed inside him only a few more times before I felt myself losing control. He moaned again as he started to come, and the sound was enough to set me off.
I let go in his mouth, coming as he leaned in, swallowing around me.
I watched him the whole time.
It seemed like he struggled to keep his eyes open, but he was looking at me the entire time anyway.
I glanced down and saw his hand, now dripping with his own cum.
Which was also all over the hardwood in front of him, I saw, as I slowly pulled my cock out from between his lips.
I let go of his hair, stepping back.
“God,” I said. “You always that desperate for it, Peachel? If that’s how you suck dick, I can’t imagine how you do other things.”
He looked ruined.
And strong.
But pretty, though, too.
How is he a ball of contradictions, all crossing over each other and combining into someone that can get my dick that hard?
He took a deep breath, turning his head to one side, a hint of his cocky attitude on display again.
“Don’t know, Gray,” he said. “Fuck me and you’ll find out.”
CHAPTER 5
ANDREW
“Beautiful, Peachel,” Coach Ennick said as I took another pass to the endzone. “Where was that during the last game?”
“Guess I save my best work for practice,” I said under my breath.
“What’s that?” Coach called over.
“Nothing,” I told him, making myself louder. “I’m bringing that energy to the next game. End of story.”
“Damn right,” Coach said.
Ever since I transferred into TNU, I liked that Coach had singled me out as a star player. He recognized the potential in me and brought it to life in a way that never happened at my last school.
I felt valued.
But I didn’t feel like I was providing anything if I was losing games.
I could use the pressure as a fuel, getting me to perform. Pushing me to my limits. If I wasn’t giving everyone the results they wanted, though, I felt like shit until the next win.
The pressure was inside me, too.
Can’t go pro if you play like that.
And if you don’t go pro, you lose out on everything you’ve worked toward for your entire life.
Luckily, practice was smooth today. But I knew the reason I was catching like a breeze today was because of one blue-eyed, fucked-up reason.
Gray wasn’t here.
The spot at the edge of the field was empty other than my teammates running high-knees.
I had been under the impression that he’d be attending almost every game and practice from now on, but I’d showed up to find the field blissfully Gilman-free. I didn’t give a fuck why he couldn’t make it, but it felt like a gift from above.
It had been two days since I took his cock.
Shamelessly.
Drunk, maybe, but not nearly drunk enough to blame it on my blood alcohol content.
Yesterday, I chilled at home and shoved every memory of him out of my mind… other than the slight ache at the back of my throat from when I’d taken him deep. It was easy to pretend he’d just been any other random hookup when I was home alone yesterday, binging Netflix shows with the guys in the frat.
But I’d showed up to practice this morning like a cat with its back spiked up.
Ready to enter battle, in the form of trading glares at Gray Gilman.
But he wasn’t here.
Fucking hallelujah, right?
I jogged over to the side of the field where Luke had been running drills all morning. The sky was overcast today, but sweat still dripped down every part of me as I popped off my helmet, shaking my hair loose.
“Coach still pissed from the other day?” Luke asked me, glancing up as he popped out of a set of push-ups, looking like a picture-perfect quarterback.
“I wouldn’t say pissed. More like vaguely threatening. If I don’t play better next game, then it could venture into ‘pissed’ territory.”
“Good shit out there, anyway.”
Everything felt easy during practice.
Looking around the field now, the stands were all empty. Quiet. Peaceful.
Real games were loud and chaotic in the best way. Usually it was what fueled me. The hype of the crowd. The fact that I knew I was being watched.
But an athlete is only as good as their last game, and now I felt like I had something to prove.
We went into the locker rooms and showered off a few minutes later. I waited for Luke at the exit, because we always tended to walk back together.
I pulled my phone out of the side pocket of my duffel bag, checking the screen.
There was a text.
Gray: Miss me?
An electric spark moved through my chest.
Andrew: Knew I’d regret giving you this number.
Don’t worry. I’ll be there tonight.
Where, exactly?
A hand clapped me on the back, startling me.
“I’m so ready for tonight,” Luke said. “I don’t care how basic it is, pumpkin spice is my fucking jam.”