Page 60 of Daring the Defender

“We shouldn’t,” I tell him, but make no move to stop. Anyone could walk in right now. My boss. My brother. My coworkers. The orgasm is a few strokes away and instead of composing myself, I rock my hips into his hand. His lips burn against my throat and in the small room there’s nothing but the sound of my shaky breath.

“Come on, baby girl, let go for me. I’ll hold you up.”

My eyes flutter shut and my body slacks just as the shuddering orgasm takes hold. I barely register the sharp corner of a box jabbing into my shoulder blade or the sound of people out in the hall. It’s just me and Reid.

I open my eyes and he’s staring at me.

I twist my body away from him, focused on the door. “I-I need to go.”

“Wait.” He keeps me in place. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, you know that?” He pushes my hair off my face. “Especially like this, red cheeked with your pupils blown. Fuck, GG, you’re killing me.”

Gorgeous? I don’t think so. I’m hot and sweaty and more than a little ashamed of myself.

“I really need to go back to work.”

He releases me, taking a step back. “I mean it.”

The feeling in my chest is way beyond a flutter at this point and I leave the room while I still have control of my mind and body. Every time I touch him, or worse, he touches me–I feel like I’m losing it just a little more.

18

Reid

“It’s been fun,”I shrug out of my jacket and hang it by the door, “but I’m heading to bed.”

“Same,” Reese says, nudging Twyler up the stairs. “Don’t forget we’ve got film to review in the morning.”

“Fuck, seriously?” Axel groans, definitely forgetting. “Doesn’t Coach know we’re growing boys who need to sleep in?”

“You know he’ll have food.” Twyler says. “And it’s a good day for the trainers to assess injuries and stuff too.”

Axel narrows his eyes at her. “You know, he’s not your boss anymore. You don’t always have to side with him.”

While they bicker, Shelby, who went straight to the laundry room when we got home, comes out with a clean basket of clothes, and heads to the French doors offering a quick, “Night,” to the room.

I join in while everyone calls out their ‘goodnights’ and Shelby slips behind the covered glass panes, unaware that I’ve been sporting a hard-on since she pulled me into that closet and shoved her tongue down my throat. That and I’ve been unableto think of anything other than the look on her face as she fell apart.

I’d told her the truth, that she’s utterly gorgeous when she comes–all that innocence and desire mingling together into something irresistible. I would’ve left early, desperate to get home and rub one off real quick, but I didn’t want to leave until she did. I can’t make sense of it. I just want to be in the same room with her. Watch her ass as she bends over to pick up a discarded napkin on the floor. Catch a glimpse of her smile as she laughs with Josie behind the bar.

I seriously considered luring her back to that closet, just so I could see her fall apart one more time.

Something’s wrong with me. It’s like an addiction.She’san addiction and I haven’t even fucked her yet. I almost cried in relief when Axel announced he was waiting for Shelby to get off work before we started home, wanting to make sure she got there safe. I’m glad he said it, because there was no way in hell I was letting her cross campus alone at night, but it feels like all this sneaking around is going to get us in trouble.

Nah, it’s going to getmein trouble and I can’t even seem to care.

As everyone heads to their rooms, I take back all my bitching about my roommates changing now that they have serious girlfriends. For all of Axel’s complaints about getting up early, he’s eager to go to bed. It’s rare for Jefferson to have a girl over anyway, so he doesn’t count, but before Reese and Axel found Twyler and Nadia, a night like this would have lasted into the morning. We would have walked home from the Badger Den a little buzzed, stayed up late rehashing every bit of the match up with Hilldale and playing video games. Even when I was dating Darla, or during one of our many break-ups, there was always someone around to hang out with. Now all they care about is getting somewhere private to fuck their girls. A few weeks agoI would have been annoyed. Now, I’m about to crawl out of my skin for the house to go quiet so I can sneak my way to Shelby.

I follow everyone else upstairs but Reese calls out, “Yo, Reid, grab those lights.”

“Yeah, I’ll get them.”

I flip them off, one by one, lingering longer than I should to see if Shelby will come back out, or invite me in, or just throw me a fucking bone.

It’s with zero self-control that I hold my breath and tap on the glass pane. “GG,” I say quietly, “it’s me.”

The curtains pull to the side and our eyes meet.

A dozen hammering heartbeats later, the knob turns and she opens the door.

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