Chapter 7
Dr. Sinclair put his foot down. And it wasn’t on my dick like I would have preferred. A nice foot caress on my cock to rub one out would have been nice. I could see him doing that, reaching his socked toes out and rubbing them up and down my hard length.
Fuck. Me. I’d be so here for that.
Yeah, but no, there was no cock touching. Instead, he shut this thing between us down. He hasn’t even shown up to the club in days. Hasn’t waved to the bouncer as he strolled casually by. Hasn’t even sat in the parking lot and waited for me. Where the hell did my Sneaky Stalker Sinclair go? I want him back.
And honestly, how could he lick my ass and then tell me that it won’t happen again? He can’t give me a taste of him and then pull away. That’s not fair. The whole thing really gets my competitive juices flowing.
I want him.
I want his tongue on me again.
His hands. His eyes.
I want them to slide across me while I stand there, aching and needy. I want it all.
And he told me motherfucking no.
I lean against the wall, my phone sitting uselessly in my hand. I have tutoring to get to with Garrett, but I don’t want to go. I’d rather stand outside the biology building and try to catch sight of Dr. Sinclair. Not that he’s here. He’s been avoiding me. Probably knows I’m lurking around outside and is hiding in his office.
Fuck.
I run a hand through my hair and then stride toward the library where I plan to meet Garrett for our session. I met him when I first transferred here, and we hit it off. We had a short fling before we realized we weren’t compatible, but we decided to remain friends. When he reached out to me for private tutoring last week, I couldn’t turn him down. He’s not part of the biology classes I normally TA for, but I’m helping him with his English Lit class. It’s not his forte and happens to be something I’m not half bad at. I do love reading.
Love all that delicious smut Austin keeps recommending to me.
My eyes turn back to the biology building, and I run a hand across my jaw. I just want to stand here and wait for Dr. Sinclair to come out and then crowd him until he caves. Again.
But I can’t do that. I need to get to Garrett, the guy Dr. Sinclair glowered at when he saw us together. He looked pretty pissed actually.
My heart skips a beat in my chest.
You know what? Come to think of it, in that moment, he seemed a little jealous.
I stand up straighter, my mind spinning. Oh fuck. Was he jealous?
What if he was?
Maybe I could make him even more so. Show him what he’s missing.
Me. That’s what he’s missing.
I move toward my meeting spot with a purpose I haven’t felt before. I know what I have to do. I know what I have to ask of my friend.
As soon as I see Garrett, his mouth splits into a wide smile, and I slide into the seat next to his, dropping my bag on the floor.
“Hey, how are you?” I ask and bump his meaty fist.
“Good. You’re late.”
I roll my eyes. “Had a bit of stalking to do.”
He bobs his head, his brown hair flopping into his eyes. He leans back and folds his large arms across his barrel chest. “Right on. Who are you stalking?”
“Someone kind of forbidden,” I say, and Garrett sits up a little straighter.
“Oh yeah? Who? I love forbidden shit. Especially if it’s illegal.”
“Ha. None of your business.”
He waggles his eyebrows at me. “I’d love for it to be my business.”
I glance around and then lean forward. “I mean, you could help me.”
Garrett bites his lip in excitement, his dark brown eyes twinkling. His hands rub together and he wiggles in his seat.
“Are we making someone jealous? Who?”
“Yeah. We’re gonna make my stalker jealous. If you’re okay with that.”
“I’m so down. So, are we stalking your stalker too? Love this shit. And I am pretty hot. I can make all the gays green with jealousy. Bi’s too. I mean, I am one, so there’s that.”
“Jesus,” I say with a laugh. “No, I’m not stalking my stalker, but yeah, please help me out. Work some of that Garrett magic on him.”
“I so can. And I won’t get to know who this special dude is, right?”
“Nope. It’s my secret.”
He leans in and nuzzles my neck. “I gotchu. I’ll make him wild with rage, even if I have no clue who it is. I’ll be on my best flirty behavior. I’ll even start now.”
He pecks a kiss to my cheek before sitting back and cracking his knuckles. “Alright. Now help me with my shit. You owe me.”
If this plan works, I sure as fuck do.