“That’s it, Shorty. Come all over my cock like a good girl.”
Sutton’s breath hitches, her sounds of pleasure coming faster now.
More desperate.
I increase the pace, losing myself in her. In the moment. In a need so wild, I’ve never felt anything like it before today.
Sutton cries out, her pussy squeezing me tight, and I’m pulled right over the edge with her. I come hard, burying myself balls deep as fireworks explode at the base of my spine. Black spots dot my vision and pleasure sizzles along every nerve in my body as I lower my forehead to hers and we ride out the aftershocks together.
26
SUTTON
“You’re going out?”Maddie asks from her favorite spot on the couch, dangling the remote control before me. “I thought we could catch up on our favorite fae lords.”
“I wish.” I drop my backpack on the floor and flop down on the other end of the couch to put on my shoes. “Parker and I are going to the library to work on our term paper for AMP.”
Maddie frowns, a small crease forming between her brows. “On a Saturday night?”
“The football team has a bye week.” I bend to tie my sneaker, which is helpful because then I don’t have to look her in the eye as I fib. “His schedule is insane. This is the only chance we’ll have to put in some quality face-to-face time.”
It’s not exactly a lie. The bye means we both have the weekend off—the only one we’ll get before the season ends—and we’re way behind on this paper. Which probably has more to do with the fact that we’ve been screwing like rabbits for the last three weeks than the fact that our schedules are hell.
The football team is 6-1 after a tough road loss to Nebraska, and after Homecoming last week and a record number of Wildcat appearances, I’m freaking exhausted. I’d like nothing more than to lie on that couch and watch fae males strut around shirtless, but this paper won’t write itself.
“You’re never around.” Maddie sighs and slouches down on the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table. “I feel like I’m living alone half the time.”
Acho. I really am a shitty roommate.
And because I’m sworn to secrecy about my Wildcat duties, I can’t even explain my constant absence. Not without flimsy excuses, anyway.
“I’m sorry, Mads. This paper is kicking my ass.” I slip my other sneaker on and sit up to face her. “Once it’s done, I’ll have more free time.”
Wishful thinking, sis.
Between Wildcat appearances and gymnastics practices, I hardly remember the meaning of the words. It’s almost a blessing that Mac’s term paper is due before Thanksgiving because it’ll be one less thing to worry about while studying for finals.
“I’m calling bullshit.” Maddie crosses her arms. “This isn’t about a term paper. You’ve been acting weird all semester.”
She’s right. I can’t exactly deny it because I’m not such a pendejo that I’m going to gaslight my best friend.
“You’ve been ultra-secretive,” she continues, clearly ready to unload everything she’s been holding back for the last two months. “Constantly sneaking around and not coming home at night.”
Qué revolú. How did the other mascot explain travel for away games? I can’t exactly claim overnight study dates and it’s not like I have a boyfriend, so I can’t say I crashed at his place.
Unless….
I blurt the words out before I can think better of it. “Parker and I are hooking up.”
Maddie’s jaw drops.
Right there with you, chica.
It doesn’t actually explain all my nights away, but I’m hoping Mads will be too distracted by the whole Parker thing to apply logic.
“I knew it!” she howls, eyes sparkling. “I freaking knew I heard sex noises the last time he was over. Plus, the tension between you two is…” She makes a show of fanning herself. “I swear, I get second-hand arousal every time you two are in the same room together.”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” Otherwise, forget being in the same room with them ever again.
