Page 64 of Faking It with the Forward

Winding my fingers back in her hair, I cup the back of her head. Not to guide her—but to anchor us together. My hips rise, fucking slowly into her mouth, and there’s no doubt in my mind that my girl is into this. With each thrust she takes me in a little deeper, adding a sexy little pump with her fist. The tickle builds in my lower belly, then spreads to my balls. I nudge her, “Babe, if you don’t want me to—”

I pull out, but she clamps down, jacking me against her tongue and sucking me hard. My body seizes and white-hot pleasure zips up my spine. The pent-up explosion happens without warning, just a deep-throated groan. The result fills her mouth, and she looks alarmed for a second, before swallowing it back.

“Christ,” I mutter, pulling her off her knees. I wrap my arms around her. “Thank you, I really fucking needed that.”

“You’re welcome,” she replies with a laugh.

I wipe off my dick on an extra shirt in my backpack, then stuff myself back in my jeans. Twyler pulls at her hair, trying to tame it, but it’s always a little wild—and now, knowing the reason it’s messed up is from my hands being in it? It’s sexy as hell.

Once we’re straight, I pull her to me and push a lazy kiss into her mouth. “You go first. I need to catch my breath.”

“See you later?” she asks.

“We’re having a team bonding night. There’s a big NHL game on tonight so we’re going as a group to watch at the Den.”

“Oh right, I heard y’all talking about that.”

I grin. “I love it when you say ‘y’all.’”

I watch her go, and then take a deep breath. She’s only been gone for a minute when the door opens. Brent Reynolds sticks his head in.

“Oh, hey. I saw some chick leave and thought the room was empty.” He winks. “I assume you’re done?”

“Yeah,” I say, reaching for my backpack and jacket. “That was just my tutor.”

“She’s hotter than mine,” he says with a laugh, flipping on the lights. If he suspects something he doesn’t say it, just dropping his books on the table. “So hey, I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Shanna Wentworth.”

I hitch my backpack over my shoulder. “What about her?”

“We’ve been going out some and I’ve been thinking about keeping her around.”

“And what? You want my blessing or something?” I laugh. “Go for it. You’re definitely her type.” I pause. “I thought I heard you had something going on with that girl Nadia.”

“Nadia’s definitely fun, but that kind of ran its course. I passed her on to the guys.” Unaware of how gross that sounds, he shrugs. “I’m thinking more long term. Shanna’s girlfriend material. She looks great on camera. The head of PR for the team loves her.”

“Sounds like a match made in heaven. Why do you need to talk to me?”

“I guess I was just wondering what really happened with all that?” He sits down and crosses his arms over his chest. “Did she get clingy? Have a crazy streak? Something I should know about?”

“Nah, Shanna’s solid. We just had different goals, I guess.” I rest my hand on the door. “Sounds like you two may be more aligned.”

“Great,” he says, giving me a grin. “Thanks a lot.”

A short guy with glasses and a briefcase walks in the door. The tutor, I assume.

“Well, good luck,” I say, more than happy to put some distance between the quarterback and myself. It’s not until I’m out the door that I add, “You’re going to need it.”

19

Twyler

I’m almost late to class.

Professor Kent is already setting up at the podium, and I quickly slide into the open seat next to Nadia. Even though we’re barely speaking, neither of us moved our seats during our shared class.

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