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)
“There wasn’t even a word for heterosexuality back in Ancient Rome. Men were allowed to fuck who they wanted. The guys who got fucked were a little less accepted, but society was definitely different than what it is now.”
“Honestly, that’s very cool.”
“Taking someone’s piss in your mouth was also the highest respect you could show them,” I said.
His eyebrows lifted. “Piss?”
“That one’s a joke.”
He smiled, dimples forming at the corners of his lips as he looked down at the table. “Got me, you asshole.”
Warmth spread through my chest.
Fuck, I wanted him.
“Quit smiling. It’s too adorable, and I’m going to end up across the table kissing that smile instead of tutoring you.”
The little blush was back on his cheeks, which only made the problem worse.
“Anyway. Ancient Rome.”
“Ancient Rome.”
“It sounds pretty cool, from what you’re saying,” Andrew told me.
“Don’t get too excited. It was still an unbelievably cruel and brutal civilization,” I said. “I mentioned bloody battles, but just wait until I tell you about the arena fighting and rampant murder.”
“Tell me, like, ten more stories about gay love before that, thank you very much.”
For the next couple of hours, we plunged straight in.
As the afternoon went on, the Hard Spot slowly started to fill up with local farmers and some college kids. I never would have imagined any bar could be conducive to studying, but for some reason, talking about Rome while surrounded by debauchery had a certain electric feeling to it.
I kept Andrew hooked with the most intense facts about the Roman Empire at first. I weaved in important bits of history along the way. He pulled out his laptop and showed me his homework for this week, as well as homework from the last two weeks that he hadn’t completed or turned in yet. As we talked, I addressed most of the questions on the homework page, and eventually, we’d gone over almost everything he needed to know for the worksheets.
“Holy shit,” Andrew said as he scrolled through the last page of his assignment, his eyes dancing over the questions. “I actually know the answers to a lot of these, now.”
“You’re going to crush the first exam,” I told him.
I clapped the books shut in front of us and stuffed mine into my bag.
“Thanks,” Andrew said, putting his stuff in his backpack. “I still hate you, but my hatred is maybe ten percent less, now.”
“I think your hatred was ninety-nine percent less the moment your lips wrapped around my cock, but thanks, Peach.”
He leaned back on the leather booth, giving me a smoldering look. But I could also see the hint of a smile on his lips.
“Come grab dinner with me at the diner,” Andrew said.
I shook my head. “I have to leave.”
“Why?”
“Because I have something I need to do,” I said. “I know you like to think my whole life revolves around you, or writing the article about your team. But believe it or not, I have my own shit that I need to take care of.”
“Fine, Mr. Mystery. Can I have a ride home, then?”
“How did you get here?”
“Carpooled with Luke,” he said. “But he left to go hang out with his sister for the day.”
I met his eyes. “Naturally. You came with Luke.”
“Luke doesn’t want to fuck me, Gilman. I’m allowed to have a best friend.”
“Bet he kissed your forehead before you got out of his car, huh?”
Andrew cocked his head to one side. “If I lie and say he made out with me and called me his favorite, would it make you jealous?”
A heat bloomed in my chest just hearing Andrew say that.
Was it jealousy?
Maybe. A little.
Maybe it was something closer to raw possessiveness, though.
Andrew had been teasing me so much about wanting me to fuck him—begging me, really—that I had been getting used to the feeling of him wanting me, and me only.
And sure.
I craved things, too.
To claim him.
Latch my fingers into his hair and pull him toward me, hard, reminding him that he was wrapped around my damn finger.
Kissing him like I was tongue-fucking his mouth, then feeling him lean in for more.
But I wasn’t going to admit that to him.
“I’ll drop you off at your frat house. Come get in the car.”
CHAPTER 7
ANDREW
I saw the cluster of campus police and city police outside the frat house before I could even see the house itself.
The telltale red and blue lights. The little army of squad cars they sent out, similar to the last time this happened.
“Fuck. Fucking fuck, not again,” I said under my breath.
“Peachel, what the fuck’s going on here?” Gray said.
He slowed his car as we drove down the street. I saw a couple of the guys outside, waiting for the police to do their search.
“Let me check the group text,” I said, grabbing my phone. “I haven’t looked at my phone since I first got to the Hard Spot. Shit. Yep.”