“Where the hell have you been? You skipped out of weights tonight. Had to have Reece spot me and that kid is weak!” He seemed kind of pissed.

Leaning against the counter, I shrugged. “Just out.”

His eyebrows drew in. “You’ve been with that British chick, Molly, haven’t you?”

I tensed. Austin caught it and smirked. “Heard you caused quite the scene in the cafeteria, tearing into Shelly, then dragging out the girl and driving off with her in your truck. The guys didn’t know what the hell to make of it all. You, acting all crazy over that chick.”

I busied myself with tearing the label off the beer bottle, not saying a damn thing in response.

“Rome!” Austin said and I looked up to see him, arms spread, waiting for a response. Dammit. Molly didn’t want me saying shit to anyone about us as a couple, hell, but I wasn’t going to break that promise, so taking my bottle, I backed out of the room without a word.

I climbed the stairs to my room, locked my door, and sat on the end of my unmade bed, sipping on my beer and thinking of my girl. My c**k hardened as I remembered her grinding down on my hand, her mouth dropped open as I marked her as mine.

Reaching down, I slipped my hand into my jeans and began to stroke my dick up and down, running my thumb along the tip just like she did. But it just didn’t feel the same, so I pumped it harder, doing it rough, just how I usually liked.

Nothing. Nothing felt like what Mol made me feel tonight, and I was desperate to have it again.

Removing my hand from my jeans and groaning in frustration, I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes. I wondered what she was doing right now? Was she thinking of me too? Of tonight? Was she horny as f**k, trying to feel that pleasure again?

The thought had me jumping to my feet.

Fuck it. I wasn’t sitting here all night, obsessing about touching her, when she was just across the street. Intense or not, I was sleeping beside her from now on.

Swiping my keys and wallet off the table, I ran down the stairs, almost taking out Austin in the hallway as I passed.

He eyed me in surprise, then folded his arms, smirking. “Let me guess. You’re going out?”

Huffing a laugh, I punched his shoulder. “You know it.” He threw his head back, laughing too, and carried on up the stairs.

Within minutes I’d reached Mol’s sorority house and, picking up a handful of stones from the lawn in the backyard, began pelting them against her balcony doors. Seconds later, her doors flew open and she looked down, smiling, and I couldn’t help but grin in return. I quickly climbed the trellis, and seeing her standing before me on her balcony in only a tiny purple nightdress, her tits and tiny panties pretty much on show through the semi-sheer fabric, I knew I’d made the right choice in showing up.

Gripping her waist, I brought her straight into my arms. “I got back to the frat house and I immediately wondered what you were doing. I decided to stop wondering and just come find out.”

Tucking her arms around my back, tilting up her chin so I could see her, she teased, “You just want to stay again, don’t you? You planning on making this a regular thing?”

“Oh, you can count on that, baby. After today, I’m now entitled to certain privileges.”

Fuck. This felt good—so f**king good.

“Really? And what are they?” she asked with an arch of her brow.

“You’ll find out in due course, Shakespeare. Now move that fine ass, get into bed and into my arms.”

And hell, she did as I instructed but looked back as she crawled on her mattress on her hands and knees, showing me a glimpse of her tight, curvy ass. “I don’t remember Romeo being this pushy with Juliet!”

My c**k showed its appreciation of her position, and I had to restrain myself from slamming into her from behind. “And look at how that worked out for them. My way is better—less death, more orgasms.”

She burst into laughter and I pointed her way and instructed, “You. Bed. Now.”

I quickly stripped down to my boxers and strode to the bed, getting in beside her, watching her golden eyes drinking in my every muscle.

Immediately kissing and licking the side of her neck, I reached around and plunged my fingers straight into her panties. God, she was so hot, wet and ready for me.

A shocked loud moan came straight from her mouth, causing me to slide my fingers into her warmth, murmuring, “Now about those privileges…”

Mol’s back arched and she reached her arm up and wrapped it around my neck, rocking against my hand.

I was never leaving this damn bed again…

16

Training the next morning was the best I’d had this season. I never missed a pass, made new PBs in my weight routines, and every snap I popped was perfect.

Coach came over, smiling widely, exclaiming, “Whatever the hell got you out of your slump, Bullet—hell, keep doing it! We’ll be getting another national championship for sure if you keep training like this!”

Showering quickly, feeling pretty damn good, I dressed and arranged to meet with Austin and Reece for lunch in a few hours. As I left through the gym doors to head to my Business class, I spotted Shelly leaning against the fence outside the stadium, waiting, I assumed, for me.

Stopping dead in my tracks, I tipped my head back, groaning. I prepared myself to breeze straight past her, but then I saw her face. It looked so friggin’ miserable that I couldn’t help but soften a fraction. I knew I treated her like shit most of the time, but there was a time when we’d been friends. We’d grown up together, been forced to go to every damn prom and cotillion together, and I’d even liked her—as a friend—for a while. But then the pressure from our folks to be together became insane and we’d drifted apart. Or at least I’d drifted; she just became crazed with the need to stick in her claws. She wanted the life that was waiting for her, that was being dangled on a string before her eyes.