Page 16 of Fighter Daddy's Girl

“Well, that was awkward,” he says.

“Sorry.”

“I think I should go.”

“Yeah. Probably,” I say. “Text me.”

He flashes me that cocky grin again, then leans forward and kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue, and there’s a part of me that wants to throw caution to the wind and finish what we started. But the fear of Maddy bursting in like Lila had keeps me from acting on it. The last thing I need is to get thrown out of school.

“Talk soon,” he says.

“We better.”

He gives me a wink as he slips out of my room, gently closing the door behind him, leaving me alone with a racing heart, a churning belly, a hot, wet burning between my thighs, and an unfulfilled sensation of desire coursing through me.

But Griffin also leaves me thinking that maybe he does care about me. That perhaps, everything I thought about the connection we shared the other night wasn’t just all in my head after all. It’s a thought that puts a smile on my face, so I guess that’s something.

8

GRIFFIN

“Thanks, Griff.”

“Yeah, you got it,” I say. “Good work tonight. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

As Gilbert, my last appointment for the night, leaves, I sit down on the bench, towel the sweat off my face, and take a breather. While I do, I read Grace’s text and smile to myself. It’s been a couple of days since our mishap in her dorm room. We’ve been texting constantly, though. It’s been fun. She’s playful and witty. She’s also flirty and suggestive, which is even more fun. For being a virgin and, as she tells me, not experienced with men at all, she’s a lot dirtier than I would have ever expected. And I like that about her.

Gilbert and I are the last ones in the gym, so after he goes, I take a quick shower as I ponder whether to pop by Grace’s dorm tonight or not. I’m tempted. At least, I would be if I wasn’t paranoid about her roommate walking in on us again. Getting out of the shower, I towel off and throw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, resigning myself to the fact that I’m probably going tohave to make do with her teasing over text for a couple more days. She’s busy, and as much as I’d like to spend some time inside her, I don’t want to interfere with her education.

As I walk into the locker room, I stop in my tracks. Dressed in a short skirt, stockings, heels, and a bright green sweater that matches her eyes, Grace stands there smiling at me. My balls start tightening as I stare at her. I’ve never seen her all dolled up like that before, and even though I already think she’s gorgeous, she’s taken it to a whole new level tonight.

“Hey,” she says.

“What are you doing here?” I ask. “I thought you were working on your paper.”

“I decided to take a break.”

“Oh yeah?”

She bites her bottom lip as she walks over to me, her green eyes glittering with passion and mystery—though not without a hit of nervousness as well. Grace slides her arms around the back of my neck and pulls me down into a kiss that sends waves of fire through my body. She slowly pulls back, her sultry gaze on mine.

“I thought we could finish what we started,” she purrs.

“Is that so?”

She nods. “Uh-huh.”

“You sure?”

“Very.”

I push Grace against the lockers behind her and press my mouth to hers. She kisses me back with an intensity and passion that’ssurprising. Everything about this is surprising, but I’m good with it. As our tongues lash one another, my body grows taut, and my cock stiffens. She groans into my mouth and grinds herself against my length, getting me even harder.

Grace reaches down and slides her hand into my shorts, wrapping her long, slender fingers around my thick shaft. I press my forehead to hers and close my eyes, moaning softly as she pumps her soft, delicate hand up and down my rigid staff. Her green eyes are alight, and a teasing smile plays across her lips as she looks up at me while she jerks me off.

“Fuck,” I moan. “Don’t stop. That is too fucking good.”

Gripping my dick even harder, Grace leans against me, her full, round breasts pressed to my chest, and strokes me faster. Every nerve ending on my body is crackling with electricity, and my stomach is clenched almost painfully tight. It’s so good, part of me would be happy enough to let her keep jacking me off until I come in her hand. The other part of me, though, is desperate to be inside of her. It’s that side that wins out.

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