Page 89 of I Blame the Club

I contemplate dragging out the response time just to torture him, but one look at Nico’s eager face has me shooting down the idea immediately.

“Sure.”

“That’s it? All I get issure?”

His head flops back against the pillow as he blows out a breath, “I shouldn’t have given Wes such a hard time last year. That was fucking terrifying.”

“I’ll make a note to be more enthusiastic next time.”

He snorts, “Screw that. Next time you’re gonna be the one asking.”

Nico

Mistakes were made.

Struggling to sit up, my back screams at me for last night's stupid sleeping arrangements. The two mattresses I’m balanced on start to separate and my ass falls through the crack with a loud thud. I glance over at the man sleeping next to me and find a pair of blue eyes laughing at me.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

I shoot him a glare, my morning attitude mildly improving when Maurice stretches his arms above his head and I catch a glimpse of the abs running down his stomach.

If I’m ever in need of a cheese grater, I know who to turn to.

“Babe, your face says it all.” I wave a hand in his general direction which only serves to make his smirk grow bigger.

“I’m not the one who insisted on sleeping on the floor.”

"Watch it, Maurice. I’m not above kicking your ass out.”

A perfectly thick eyebrow raises, “I’d like to see you try.”

Letting out a growl, I jump on top of him, the soft material of my duvet the only thing separating our naked bodies as I try to pin him to the floor. We wrestle for less than thirty seconds before Maurice flips me on my back and knocks the breath out of my lungs with a full-blown grin.

“We need to work on your technique, Montez.”

I squirm under his bodyweight, the sharp point of his erection capturing my full attention. I let my body go slack and thesecond Maurice loosens his grip, I slip out from his grasp and use the element of surprise to hook my leg around his waist and reverse our positions.

“You shouldn’t underestimate me, Coach. I’ve got a few more moves to show you.” I wiggle my eyebrows and he rolls his eyes.

“You need to work on your-

“NICO!”

Wes’ voice fills the dorm and I look at Maurice in panic.

“What should we do?” I half whisper, half-yell the question as my best friend’s loud entry gets closer to my bedroom door.

He taps my thigh currently locking him in place, “For starters, you could let me up before I have to throw you across the room.”

My jaw drops, “You could do that?”

He smirks, “You aren’t what I consider to be heavy.”

“NICO!”

A bang hits my door and I jump off Maurice, lunging for the pair of black briefs lying on my floor. Hauling them over my legs, I stumble over the corner of our makeshift bed, and nearly fly headfirst into the door. Maurice snorts and I blindly flip him the bird before opening my door.

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