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I let out a shocked laugh. “What amIgoing to do about it? I fail to see how this”—I reach between us and give him a firm squeeze, making him groan—“is my problem.”
“You’re the reason I’m like this,” he mutters, his lips on my neck. “It’s your fault. You should take care of it.”
I hum thoughtfully, like I’m considering it. I’m not, though. No way. We’re not having sex in the library, out-of-the-way corner or no. “And what do you propose I do about it?”
“You could give me a blow job.” The words are clear as day, whispered directly into my ear, then he sucks my earlobe between his lips, making me shiver when he scrapes his teeth over it.
But I’m already shaking my head, no more teasing in my tone. “No, Cal. No. I’m not doing that.”
He pulls back, surprise on his face, the haze of lust still there, but fading to the background as he examines me. “Really? We won’t get caught. I promise.”
I refuse to look to closely at the fact that his confidence is likely from experience with back corner library blow jobs and shake my head again. “Really. I can’t …” I just shake my head once more. I don’t want to get into why I’m too terrified to break the rules, even if the idea of giving him head here feels deliciously illicit. I can’t risk another disciplinary action. Even if the university wouldn’t expel me for getting caught going down on a guy in the library, my parents would for sure make me move back home. Maybe take back my car. Keep me on an even tighter leash. It’s not worth the risk.
He eases back, concern pulling his brows together. Then he tips my chin up with his fingers and brushes his lips over mine, the kiss tender and light. “Okay,” he whispers, followed by another peck. Then he puts space between us, standing with his hands on his hips, an obvious tent in his pants that makes me grin.
His eyes flash, a potent combination of lust and danger. “You owe me, though.”
I let out an incredulous laugh, straightening my shirt and running my fingers through my hair. “Oh, I do, do I?”
He nods, that cocky smirk in place. “Sending me to practice rock hard with blue balls? Yeah, babe, you owe me.”
At my arched eyebrow, he chuckles, then reaches for me, pulling me close and wrapping his arms around me. “How about this. I’ll text you after practice, and we can finish what we started.”
“Alright,” I whisper into his chest. “I think I can handle that.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Cal
My ears perk up when I hear Kilpatrick’s voice saying, “Hey, monkey butt. What are you up to tonight?” The juxtaposition of the insulting term with the clear affection in his voice has me stopping in my tracks, holding onto the towel wrapped around my hips as I make my way from the showers to my locker to get ready to meet Piper.
I don’t normally hear Kilpatrick call anyone names, though, so I can’t help wondering who he’s talking to.
Taking the long way back to my locker, I find him holding a phone to his ear. When he sees me watching him, his amiable expression turns into a scowl. Returning his scowl with one of my own, I nod at Martinez and Johnson and then slide onto the bench next to Simon, who’s already tying his shoes and ready to head out.
He jerks his chin at me. “What are you doing tonight?”
I give him the same scowl I gave Kilpatrick. “Trying to see if you get the house to yourself?”
He chuckles, finishing with his shoes and standing. “Just wondering if you want to grab dinner.”
Standing as well, I pull up my underwear and reach for my joggers. “You don’t have plans with Ellie?”
“Sure. But you could join us for dinner if you want.”
“Because there’s nothing I love more than being the third wheel with my sister and best friend,” I deadpan. “No thanks.”
Simon just shrugs and pulls on his sweatshirt. “Suit yourself. Does that mean you’re not coming home?”
Shaking my head, I finish pulling on a T-shirt, followed by my own sweatshirt. “Nah. I’m meeting someone.”
Simon looks all around the room, then leans in close, his voice low. “You getting together with Piper again?”
“So what if I am?” I avoid his gaze as I say it, gathering my things, but when I meet his eyes, I don’t see the judgment I expect. It’s something more like concern mixed with a question. “You gotta problem with that?” I push, knowing I sound like a dick, but I can’t help it. He’s pulling the protective older brother routine as if he even knows Piper beyond seeing her around a few times, and it grates on me. Especially given that heknowsI’m an actual protective older brother where my sister is concerned and he didn’t let that stop him. Why should his misplaced vigilance about someone else’s sister stop me?
He just holds up his hands, taking a step back. “Nope. If you really like her, then you should keep seeing her. Do what you think is best and all that.”
I snort. “Thanks, Dad. I appreciate the permission with a side of backhanded guilt.”
