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“You should sign up for forennics.”
“Forensics, you mean?”
He frowned, looking away for a moment. “What do you want?”
“Just wanted to talk to you,” I told him.
He puffed out a laugh. “Oh, bullshit,” he said, a slight Tennessee drawl coming out in his voice.
“What?”
“Was waiting for you to come find me,” he said, his eyes burning as they met mine. “Want to come home with me that badly, Gray?”
“I’ve done a lot of things in my life, but I would never fuck you.”
Satisfaction ran deep in my chest when I saw the momentary shocked look on his face. His big, brown puppy-dog eyes went wide, just for a moment, barely noticeable.
But I saw it.
“Correct,” he said. “BecauseI’mgoing to fuckyou.”
“Is that right?”
“Tonight,” he told me. “How much do you want to bet?”
A smile pulled at one corner of my mouth. “I don’t have much to bet, but I’d bet it all that youwon’t, Peachel.”
He looked me up and down.
I couldn’t help but enjoy having his gaze on me.Drink it in, football prince.
You’re accustomed to getting any piece of ass you want, aren’t you?
Expected me to drop to my knees the moment you offered your dick?
Peachel was like if someone popped open a dictionary and pointed to the wordjock.
Thick muscles, always on display, especially in his tight green-and-gold TNU shirt which hugged his biceps and sides. His hair was a tuft of golden light brown, and he ran his fingers through it now, pushing it back like he wastryingto look perfect.
Fine.
Maybe I did want his dick.
Fucking him wouldfeelgood, physically, at least. I’d squeeze so tight around him he’d hate me even more. Enrage him by being the best he’d ever had.
But just because Iwantedhim to fuck me didn’t mean I was going to let him.
“I don’t get you,” he finally said, his thick lashes flicking up and down as he looked me over again.
“What would you like toget?”
“What are you even doing? Are you really getting good notes for your article, following us around to the bar?”
“The best notes come from where you’d least expect them.”
He paused for a moment, biting his lower lip. “So what do you want?”
I breathed in a lungful of fresh air, looking up at the canopy of leaves above us. They hadn’t started changing colors yet, because it was still early September. But they would, soon.
