Page 61 of Changing the Play

He groans, rolling to the side and answering. “What?”

I’m not at all used to the sharp tone of his voice, and it has me a little shell-shocked. I know he said he had issues with his dad, but still.

“No, Dad. I was asleep.” His jaw clenches as he presses the phone tighter to his ear.

West holds an arm out, and it takes me far too long to realize what he wants. But when I do, I settle back against him, smiling at his happy little sigh when he wraps his arm around me and holds me against his body, his fingers tapping against my skin.

I can’t quite hear what West’s dad is saying, but I can hear his tone and it’s not pleasant.

I’m proven right when West laughs. “Ungrateful? I’m ungrateful. That’s really what you’re going with now? What exactly am I ungrateful for?”

There’s murmuring on the other end and West seems to keep interrupting. “No. My scholarship is,” and, “No. I paid for that myself,” and “That’s rich considering you didn’t even show up to any games.”

I take it all in as I try to piece together what his dad must be saying on the other side, given his responses.

West’s entire body tenses and when he whispers a quiet, “Wow,” the hurt in his voice is impossible to miss. “You know what? I’m done with this conversation. I’m an adult and I don’t need to put up with this.” There’s a quiet sort of resignation in his voice that makes myheart hurt when he pulls the phone away from his ear and hangs up before powering it off and tossing it back onto the end table.

“West—” I start, but I’m cut off when West rolls to his side and pulls me in close to him. He hides his face against my neck, and I let him, happy to have him seek solace and comfort in me. I have no idea what that was all about, but it didn’t sound good at all.

His breathing is slow and measured. Fake. Like he’s trying entirely too hard to make it seem normal, and after a few minutes of holding me almost too tightly, he slumps, tension bleeding from him as his entire body relaxes.

I bring a hand to his hair and slide my fingers into the strands, marveling at how soft it is. “You okay?” I ask after a couple of seconds.

He nods from his hiding spot. It’s the only answer I get and for now, that’s fine. I do hope he chooses to open up to me, though. I’m finding that I want him to. I want him to lean on me, to rely on me, to find peace and safety with me. I want to be all those things to him and more, and his dad is disrupting his peace and happiness. It seems like he always is. “Your dad’s a real asshole,” I mutter, running my fingers through his hair.

West huffs out a laugh. “Cussing over sex. Cussing over my dad. I’m seriously corrupting you, huh?”

I roll my eyes. “No. You’re not corrupting me. Sometimes you have to call a spade a spade. Or, in this case, an asshole an asshole.” I twirl my fingers around his hair. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He hums, squeezing me a little tighter. “No. Not really.”

“Well, you know I’m here if you need to.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, making me shiver when he brushes his lips against my throat. “I will eventually, but right now, I kind of just want to forget about him and his shit and enjoy my time with you before you make me do history.”

That gets a laugh out of me. “Are you saying you don’t like my lessons?”

“Oh, Professor, I most certainly do.”

I shudder, my cock thickening at the heat in his voice. “Okay. You’re gonna have to stop that. I’m going tobea professor and I don’t need to start my job with a freaking professor-student kink.”

West pulls back, grinning at me. “Don’t worry. I’ll fulfill all your naughty teacher fantasies.”

Yeah, I’m not so sure about that. “Shhh,” I whisper, wiggling my hand until I can get it free and press it to his lips.

West laughs as I pull my finger away, and the sound ricochets through me. I love how he sounds when he’s happy. I love that I can make him happy even after the crap with his dad. “So, what I’m hearing is that youdohave a professor fantasy.”

“I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.”

He hums, darting forward and nipping at my jaw. “So that’s a yes.” The low rasp of his voice sends sparks through me, but I stay silent. He doesn’t let it stop him. He drags his lips along my jaw and down my throat, sucking and biting at my skin before working his way back up.

If it wasn’t for how much I love his mouth on me, I’d be pushing him away for teasing me so much.

“You know,” he murmurs, swiping his tongue along my bottom lip. “I’m a very eager pupil.”

I should be taking this opportunity to remind him that if he truly were, he wouldn’t be trying to distract me from whatcouldbe his tutoring session. But then his fingers are dipping into the waistband of my briefs and his lips are on mine, and my cock is basically aching for more. So instead, I roll him to his back and straddle him.

He stares up at me with lust-filled eyes. “I want more, Darce. Let’s have sex.”

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