Pinning her to the wall, I held her hip in one hand and her opposite thigh with the other as we rubbed ourselves over each other while the kiss went on and on and on.The longer I kissed her, the longer I wanted to stay exactly where I was, doing exactly what I was doing.The heat building between us threatened to set the fly of my pants on fire.Based on the moans and whimpers coming from the back of my lady’s throat, she was feeling the same urgency as I was.All I wanted to do was get closer.Aside from the unfortunate barrier of our clothes, we were basically melded together, and it wasn’t enough.My fingers slid up her thigh to where her dress had hiked to the crease of her hip.Right as I slipped a finger beneath the elastic of her panties, an untimely and rather rude throat-clearing penetrated my lust-induced oblivion.
“Cash?Why are you getting busy in the hallway when there’s an open bathroom not two feet away?”I didn’t have to turn my head to see the smirk I heard in Dalton’s voice.
“Go away, Kicker.Can’t you see we’re having aprivateconversation here?”I growled out of the corner of my mouth.
“Nothing private in a frat house unless it’s behind a locked door,” he said with a laugh.“And maybe not even then.”
Amber eyes twinkled mischievously up at me from behind an electric-blue mask.“He’s not wrong,” she whispered.
“Well, since apparently you don’t need it, I’ll take advantage of this open bathroom.”His laughter rang in the hall for several seconds after he’d closed and locked the door.
I dropped my forehead to my hot mystery lady’s and groaned.“On the field, kickers have to be masters of timing.Apparently, in Dalton’s case, that skill doesn’t go beyond it.”
Puffing out a tiny sigh, she unhooked her thigh from where it rested over my hip and dropped her hands from around my neck, resting her palms on my chest.“You play football?”
“Yes.”
For a second her body stiffened before she lowered her eyes to where her hands smoothed back and forth over my jacket.
“For the Wildcats?”Something in her tone set off warning bells.
“I transferred onto the team in January.”Clearing my throat, I asked, “Don’t you like football players?”
She shrugged.“Football players are okay.”
I chuckled and bent my head to catch her eye.“Just okay?”
“They seem to have formed a habit of stealing away all my girls.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning my best friends are dating Wildcats, which means I have too much free time these days.”
She didnotsound happy that.
I dropped my voice.“As I said earlier, I’m new in town.And very interested in making friends.”
“Is that what we were doing?Making friends?”Her saucy tone lit me up.
“From where I’m standing, we were well on our way to making excellent friends.”
She sidestepped me and straightened her dress right as Dalton exited the bathroom.“I’m not in the habit of making out with my friends.But this”—she waved a hand between us—“was fun.Enjoy the rest of the party.”Then, almost as an afterthought, she added, “Cash.”
She slipped her arm through Dalton’s, and he shot me a confused glance over his shoulder as she led him down the hallway toward the stairs.Since my cock hadn’t figured out we weren’t going to play with the gorgeous stranger anymore, I was still as hard as a damn stone, which meant I had to take about ten deep, calming breaths and think about throwing go-routes to jack down.By then, Little Miss Dangerous was long gone.
Chapter Six
Saylor
I’d noticed thetall, built stranger the second he walked out of the kitchen with Dalton and Taco early in the evening.A lock of jet-black hair fell over his forehead, almost blending in with his mask.His broad shoulders and his deep chest filled out his black shirt and black suit jacket to perfection.But what had truly grabbed my attention was the Mardi Gras themed tie he wore, patterned with a series of court-jester masks in purple, green, and gold on a white background.Against all the black, it stood out even more.
That one accessory had told me a few things about him.One, he understood the assignment.Two, he had confidence he didn’t have to flaunt.Three, he was here for a good time.When I saw him head upstairs alone, I left Helena on the dance floor and followed him.What can I say?I was at the party for a good time.
I should have guessed when he walked in with two Wildcats players that he was a football player too.But those players were also SCRs, so my mind had gone immediately to the guy perhaps being a new rush, or even a new SCR pledge.He wore his suit like a man who spent time in one, comfortable and assured, while on either side of him, Dalton and Taco had tugged at their collars and snapped down their jacket sleeves.
Discovering that he’d transferred onto the ’Cats threw me in a way I couldn’t figure out.I wasn’t looking to date anyone—not even a sexy stranger who’d made a kaleidoscope of butterflies take flight in my stomach the second our eyes met—but when Dalton’s untimely—timely?—interruption outed Mr.Sexy as a football player, alarm bells had clanged through my head.
No one had ever kissed me the way he’d kissed me, like he wanted to eat me up whole and keep me inside him forever.My body still tingled from the press of his.One swipe of his tongue over mine, and I’d completely, wildly lost control.It would have been embarrassing except he was as bad off as me.
