Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Holy shit, Alex.” Remy stiffened, groaning deep in his chest. Without warning, his come spurted against the roof of my mouth, and I swallowed it down. Damn. What I wouldn’t give to have an entire night with him minus clothing and the darkness so I could really work him over.
The room grew quiet, save for our hefty breaths, and I stood on shaky legs, my knees smarting from the hard floor. As soon as I was eye-level, his hand cupped my neck, and he kissed me slow and deep, no doubt tasting himself on my tongue.
Scanning the shelves, we found a roll of paper towels to clean the floor and my hands from my own mess. That was the best we could do, and then we cracked open the door…to an empty hallway.
We walked out, laughing like a couple of fools.
“We’re ridiculous,” I said.
“Yeah, we are,” Remy replied, his grin contagious. “Wait, you have something on your cheek. Shoot, it’s paint.”
I chuckled as I tried to swipe at it. “It’s like a badge of honor.”
He grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the art room. “Let’s get you cleaned up. Again.”
I snickered as we stepped back inside, trying to keep quiet but also hoping nobody had heard us. But not one student even glanced in our direction as he led me toward the sink and reached for this soap that had a grainy texture, obviously for removing tougher stains. We washed our hands before he swiped gently at my cheek with his thumb. “There.”
“Thanks,” I said, blushing a bit under his scrutiny. “And now I’m starving. I’ll have to dip into Bailey’s stash of microwave popcorn.”
He shook his head. “Why am I not surprised?”
11
Remy
“I have a better idea,” I said as I walked Alex toward the stairwell. “Wanna grab some tacos on the pier?”
What was I doing? But I wanted to spend more time with him. And after that mind-melting blowjob, I didn’t know if I could get any more work done anyway.
“I’d love to. But…” He bit his lip. “What if someone sees us?”
“I didn’t hear you complaining when you blew me in a supply closet,” I teased. “But I get it. Where does Bailey think you are?”
“With Jordan. Or at least talking to him about something.” He looked at the time on his phone. “But that was a while ago.”
I gritted my teeth. “So that was your brilliant plan? To make him think…”
“That we had stuff to do with the club, yes. Nothing else.” Alex arched an eyebrow. “I thought jealousy wasn’t your thing.”
“It’s not.” I looked away. I was being ridiculous, but my emotions felt raw and close to the edge where Alex was concerned. Plus, him seeing my art and what happened afterward. Yeah, I’d blame it on that. “Jealousy is for people who actually want a committed relationship. I know better.”
His eyebrows drew together. “So why do you look so unsettled?”
“Because either way, it’s not being up front with Bailey,” I said, and Alex frowned. “If it were up to me, I’d just tell him straight out. He already hates me as it is.”
“You’re right, of course.” He hesitated. “But I’m not…I wasn’t expecting this…tonight.”
My gut churned. “Do you regret it?”
“Hell no. Besides, we’re two consenting adults.” He sighed. “It’s just…I’m conflicted. Part of me thinks it’s none of Bailey’s business if we have a friendship or whatever outside of him. And the other part is scared of disappointing him.”
“Like I did?”
“And his own dad, don’t forget that.” Alex’s jaw twitched. “He’s usually better about letting things go. But this, he’s so…stuck.”
“Yeah, I know. Which is why I told you I’d be okay if you just ignored me…or this…whatever this is…”
“Attraction?” he teased. “Hooking up and making each other feel good?”
“I like that we’re being up front with each other about it.” That was exactly what this was. Just feeling good being around Alex. “And now I’m only trying to feed someone who rocked my world.” When Alex’s eyes softened, I briefly squeezed his hand. “I have an idea. Follow me.”
I charged down the steps before either of us could change our minds and heard the hollow ring of his footsteps behind me. Once outside the stuffy building, Alex’s gaze darted around as if Bailey or his teammates would suddenly be in view.
“Have you been able to explore much away from campus yet?”
Alex frowned. “No, given my schedule.”
“There’s this hole-in-the-wall pizza place that’s really good.”
“Yeah? Sounds perfect.”
We wound our way through side streets away from the university. The pizza place was a little off the beaten path, and it might’ve been easier to drive there, but I had a feeling Alex was enjoying the fresh air as much as I was. One of the awesome things about living in SoCal was that most days, the weather cooperated with any plans. And especially on the nights when the paint fumes got to me.