Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“I don’t think I can crawl. That requires too much movement.” After tossing her riding chaps and helmet into the back of her car, she pivots to face me. “How’s your…” She coughs. “Better?”
I jerk up my chin. “Helps that we’ve spent the past couple of hours diverting the blood around all regions of my body instead of one area.”
She completely misses my remark. “That’s good. Your crotch doesn’t appear as bulky as it was when you hobbled to my car.” She stops, snaps her eyes shut, then cranks her head back until her face stares at the sky. “I swear to God, I wasn’t looking. I was just…”
She’s saved by the bell—literally.
“Is that a cow bell?”
Her smile competes with the brightness of the early morning sun when I bob my chin. “That means it’s time for breakfast.”
I get caught staring at her gleaming grin when she replies, “It’s the same at home. Mom rings the bell, and the troops come running.” My stare weakens her smile, but only by a smidge. “I better let you go. Breakfast is the brain food of every child.”
After feigning injury about her taunt, I ask, “Wanna join us?”
“No. I can’t. I… ah…” I’m about to accept her denial as a man before she tacks on her last question. “Would that be weird?”
I shake my head before banding my arm around her shoulders and guiding her inside. “No weirder than breaking my cock during non-sexual contact.”
“Dr. Flagstone did say that was unusual.” As my brothers greet her like she’s one of them, she adds loud enough for everyone to hear, “But I guess that only counts for probies who don’t have acute malutitus.”
Chapter 18
Cash
While shaking my head to hide my mammoth grin, I gallop down the front steps of the mathematics building. McKayla is standing to the right of the quad, shuffling foot to foot like she needs to use the bathroom. She appears so nervous, anyone would swear she just sat for an exam worth fifteen percent of her overall grade this year.
“How did you do?” she asks the moment I stop in front of her, her voice as high as her brow.
Her cheeks whiten when I halfheartedly shrug. We put in a lot of study hours the past month, so a lack of effort will never be cited as a reason for me bombing.
Our flirty banner, though, that could derail any man.
I’m a natural flirt, so making McKayla’s cheeks inflame as often as possible will always be my main objective when we’re in the same room, but she’s been giving as good as she’s getting the past week. Take yesterday, for example. She wore a shirt that reminded me she is a girl. Its low neckline ensured I couldn’t miss her womanly assets, not to mention its clinginess.
I spent half our study session with a boner, which meant I endured numerous blows to the head with a basketball.
My lack of concentration since our antics on the paintball field should have seen a big fat F on my test score, yet here I am with a passable grade.
Not that I’m going to tell McKayla that.
I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t make her stew a little before removing her from the cooktop.
After leaving McKayla hanging long enough she’s about to pass out, I reduce the heat to a simmer instead of a boil. “Professor Ren said the results won’t be in until next week.”
“Yeah, but she’ll grade on the spot if asked.”
When I pull a face like I forgot to ask, McKayla stomps down her foot like she’s really mad. She does that a minimum of three times a day.
Not that I’m counting.
“I’m impatient, probie. I can’t wait a week…” Her last two words fall out of her gaping mouth when I thrust my marked exam into her face. “A C-plus. That’s up almost ten percent already.” She waggles her brows while brushing tickets off herself. “I’m a damn good teacher.” We gain the eye of everyone milling around us when she balances on her tippytoes so she can throw her arms around my neck. You can’t fake this level of affection. “I’m proud of you, Cash. That’s a pass.”
It is, and when recalling how badly I was failing before I conned her to tutor me, I’m proud as well. But I still have a long way to go, so I better sink my hooks into her before she thinks today’s result is the end of the line for us. I like having her around. She’s quirky, funny, and when she’s not lusting over Gabriel Sutton, she doesn’t give off loser vibes.
It’s a nice change compared to the girls I usually hang around with.
“Professor Ren said I need at least a B on my next test to pass this year.”
I scoff when McKayla murmurs, “That’s easily achievable.”