Page 20 of Bump and Run

I take the water, feeling a sudden, dry thirst. “Yeah,” I concede. I twist the cap off and drink a hard sip.

“By the way… thanks for programming your name into my phone as Big Dick Morgan because that wouldn’t be difficult to explain to my dad or anything…”

I crack up the instant she says it. “It was funny. You laughed, admit it.”

“You’re an ass.” She narrows her eyes. “I might have tittered. A little.”

“I’ll take it.” I hand the bottle back to her. “Shall we?”

“Depends on where we’re going.”

“I have a few off-campus ideas,” I tease. “It won’t get back to the coach, I promise.”

“You sure?” she asks.

I draw an X across my chest. “Cross my heart.”

Her eyes fall to my body and I know she’s thinking about earlier. Hell, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since her finger touched my dick. I nearly jerked off the second she left the locker room but I didn’t in favor of saving it for tonight in case she touches it again.

Who am I kidding? Of course, she’s going to touch it again tonight.

I’m Junior fucking Morgan.

“Let’s go,” I say, smiling at the thought of her fingers wrapped around it.

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