Page 18 of Shiver
Instead of focusing on that, I pull her mouth to mine again and close my eyes. I can do this. Icando this.
As it turns out, it’s really difficult to force a dick to get hard when your body is not at all cooperating. That was the longest blowjob of my life. And not in a good way.
How the fuck am I going to get through sex with her when I can’t even enjoy a blowie?
SEVEN
RAKESH
I setdown my phone from yet another meaningless yet flirty text exchange with Egon. I’m not sure he even realizes he’s flirting. It’s almost cute.
Since the morning when he woke up in my bed with me wrapped around him, he’s been growing more and more comfortable in my company. He’ll text me often and rarely does it have to do with school work anymore. That business is taken care of when we study.
It’s a dangerous game I’m playing where I can see the line I’m crossing. I’m constantly reminding myself which side I should be on. But then I convince myself that it'll be easier to break down those barriers if he’s comfortable and seeking out my attention.
That’s what I go with.
My phone pings again while Rykka sits across from me. Though my fingers itch to answer my phone, I ignore it in favor of looking at the single friend I’ve allowed myself to make at Eastern State University in my six years here.
He grins as he sinks into a chair and sighs forlornly. I roll my eyes at his dramatics, but know I don’t need to ask. He’ll begin talking in three. Two. I take a sip of my coffee.
“There’s this new guy on the soccer team,” he begins, and I already know we’re moving into this week’s crush. I sit back to listen, letting an indulgent smile settle on my lips. He tells me about the guy, the exact shape of his ass, his abs, and how he’s studied the outline of the man’s cock every time he sees the guy and is sure of his exact shape, size, and girth. “Tell me this is the one.”
Don’t ask me why we’re friends.
“What’s his name?” I ask.
Rykka looks at me blankly. I chuckle as his mouth opens and then closes before he harrumphs. “I don’t know,” he grumps.
“Ry, you’re going to need to know ‘the one’s’ name.”
He sighs, sinking further into his seat and looking like I scolded him. “Fine. But I can at least follow him like a puppy until he takes me under his wing and fucks me, right?”
“Sure, you can.”
This time, he glares. “A little less condescension would be nice, Rake,” he snaps.
I raise my hands. “Don’t misread my tone. That wasn’t cutting. It was indulgent.”
His eyelids lower. “Tell me about the guy you’re fucking.”
I smirk, taking another sip of my coffee. “That’s going to be a short tale, since I’m not seeing anyone right now.”
“Oh, of course you’re not. You don’t actuallyseeanyone. You just fuck them and move on. So tell me the current flavor.”
Shaking my head, I let my gaze drift to the hockey arena that I can barely see through the window of the basement café of the library. “I’m not, actually. My uncle cornered me into tutoring one of his players. That’s taking up much of my time.”
He snorts. “Sure.”
I level him with a look. “In all four of his classes.”
Rykka’s brows go up. “How did you agree to that?”
I’d like to answer ‘good question,’ but I’m pretty sure I know the answer. Stunning gray eyes. Deciding not to give him that truth, though, I settle on the easiest. “He’s not dumb like most other meathead athletes I’ve dealt with. He’s chosen a major that isn’t liberal studies and has to actually have time to learn shit.” I shrug.
Rykka’s staring at me, so I make sure to keep my expression neutral. Nothing to see here. Move on. “Sure,” he says eventually. “You’re telling me that you’re prolonging your dry spell because your uncle bribed you into keeping one of his guys from failing and so you’ve decided to go celibate. That’s the story you’re selling?”
Fucker. “He didn’t bribe me. He had three favors left to pull. He just used one more.” I’m not sure if I manage to not speak through gritted teeth.
