Page 81 of Necessary Roughness
“Shut up,” I replied.
“I wasn’t complaining.” His own foot slid up and down my leg, the bare ankle brushing against my skin. “It’s kind of fun fooling around in public. Nobody knows.”
“You’re still jealous that Knox and I had sex in a classroom, aren’t—”
“YES!” he said before I could even finish the sentence. “Everything he gets to do with you, I want to do. Want to go find an empty classroom to desecrate?”
“Extremely tempting,” I admitted, sliding my shoe off and running my foot up until I found the bulge between his legs. “I don’t like being quiet, though. I’d rather go back to our place and make some noise. My next class isn’t until two.”
“I like being the one to make you scream,” he said, eyes flicking down to my foot in his lap. “Too bad I have class in fifteen minutes.”
“Yeah, too bad.” His cock was deliciously hard beneath my toes, and I gave it a final squeeze before retracting my foot. “Guess you’ll have to wait until tonight.”
His phone on the table lit up. Logan glanced at it, then started laughing.
“What is it?” I asked.
He spun his phone around for me to see. “Just got an alert about my class.”
I quickly scanned the notification. “Your class is canceled because your professor is sick?”
“Hey, youdoknow how to use a smart phone!” he teased. “Yup, class is canceled. He gave us an online reading assignment instead. Looks like my schedule just cleared up.”
“Looks like it.” I stretched my arms over my head, sticking my chest out in a way that pulled his eyes. “In unrelated news, I’m going to eat this sandwich on the way home.”
Logan smirked at me. “I’ll get mine to go.”
We ate our food while walking home, laughing about the unlikely timing of his class being canceled. Logan made a joke about how he might have telekinetic powers, and had made hisprofessor cancel class with sheer willpower. I suggested that he use his powers to cripple opposing football teams, to which he gasped and said, “Oh shit, why didn’t I think of that?”
Knox and Roman were on campus for several more hours, so we had the house all to ourselves. But before we could walk up the steps to the front door, someone on the street called out.
“Logan! Back from class so early?”
“Oh yeah, Coach,” he replied, although the guy barely looked thirty years old. “My Communications class was canceled. Professor is sick.”
“Heard something was going around.” The man smiled at me. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Zane, one of the assistant coaches.”
“This is Sloane, she’s helping me with my Creative Writing class,” Logan said with rehearsed smoothness.
“The one you have Tuesdays and Thursdays?” Zane asked, briefly looking me over. “Glad you’re taking your grades seriously this semester. Your professors have had nothing but good things to tell me.”
“What can I say? I’m motivated this year. We’re going to study, unless you need anything…?”
Zane shook his head. “Nope! Just saying hi on the way to study hall. Don’t worktoohard, you two!” He grinned at us, then walked toward campus.
“Zane’s kind of our babysitter,” Logan explained. “You’ll never believe this, but a lot of athletes neglect their schoolwork and only focus on sports. So all the teams have their own Zane to make sure everyone is doing enough work to pass. It’s in the school’s best interest to make sure nobody has to sit out a game thanks to a failed test.”
“What’s he going to do if he finds out I’m living with you?” I asked as we went inside.
“That’s a good question, and I hope we never find out the answer.” He closed the front door and let his backpack slide from his shoulder. “But more importantly, we have the house to ourselves for once.”
I put on a confused expression. “I don’t understand. What do you propose we do in this big, empty house?”
He folded his arms around me and gave me a gentle kiss. “It’d be easier if Ishowedyou.”
I bit my lip. “You still haven’t been as rough with me as I’ve hoped.”
The sparkle of excitement in Logan’s eyes was enough to make me instantly drenched.
