Chapter 8 #2
“Oh, hell no. I don’t have time for this today,” I say, grabbing a soft football from his desk. This time, I throw it even harder at him. Not like a throw to home plate to get a runner out, but more of a … warming-up throw with about forty percent power.
Even so, it’s enough to have him sitting up in his bed.
“What the fuck!” he growls, wiping his eyes before finally peeling them open. When he sees me looking at him, he doesn’t try to hide the agitation.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he says slowly, scrubbing his hand over his face. “In my room?”
“Go get in the shower,” I say, pointing to the door. “Once you wash the liquor that’s seeping from your pores off your body and wake up enough to have a conversation, we’ll talk.”
“About what?”
Grabbing an actual football from his desk, I hold it up and widen my eyes. Quickly, he scurries from under the covers, and right away, my eyes drop down to the bulge in his briefs.
Dallas doesn’t even try to cover it up; instead, he freaking smirks.
“Don’t get too excited, Short,” he drawls, and even though he’s clearly hungover, he still manages to sound cocky as fuck. “It’s not because of you. I always wake up this way.”
“Yeah, well, unless you want the football thrown at your baby dick, get moving,” I blurt out, knowing damn well that’s more of a monster dick, but if he’s going to be a jerk, so will I.
“I have shit to do, and I don’t want my dad to lose one of his players.
So, make no mistake, that’s why I’m here after last night. ”
Something I say seems to soften him, but rather than answering, he gives me a tiny nod before walking out and into the hallway. I look around, taking in the fact that his room is way tidier than mine is or ever has been. Taking a seat at the end of the bed, I wait.
DALLAS
My cock swells even bigger as soon as I step into the spray.
The truth is, I lied to Haven’s face. My dick was hard because I was dreaming about her.
In my dream, she was tutoring me in a slutty teacher’s costume, and she slammed my computer shut before she straddled me—no panties on.
She grinded on me while we kissed before she slid from my lap and dropped to her knees.
She was undoing my jeans, eager to suck my dick just as something hit me in the head, waking me up.
I reach for the knob that controls the water temperature and turn it hard to the right.
The cold water hits my body, making me damn near yelp, but I force myself to stand here, letting it pelt off my body until my dick goes down.
And even then, I wait another minute or so before turning it warm, knowing that if I make myself comfortable too soon, my cock will be steel again because that damn dream keeps floating back into my brain.
Once I’m confident my cock is down for good, I turn the knob, and within seconds, the water is hot before I pump some soap into my hand. Scrubbing my body and hair, I let the stream rinse away the suds before turning the shower off.
My head is pounding, making me regret getting drunk all alone last night. How pathetic is that? I mean, it’s not like I was even having a good time with friends. I was by myself.
Drying my hair and body quickly, I wrap the towel around my waist before brushing my teeth.
The last person I expected to be in my room when I woke up this morning was Haven.
She was pissed last night, and rightfully so, I suppose.
But if she knew how bad I really am at school and understood how embarrassed it makes me, she wouldn’t have been so mad.
Walking across the hallway, I go back into my room to find her sitting at the edge of my bed. She looks so good in her practice uniform, and I let my mind wander back to the icy cold water to keep myself in check.
On instinct, her eyes float down my body before stopping at the towel, and she quickly looks away. “I can go out while you change.”
“I’m not shy, Short,” I say, because it’s the truth. She’s seen it all anyway. We’ve grown up too close for her not to have. Besides, she’s always been the confident, cool type. Right now, she’s looking a little flustered, and to be honest, I’m loving it.
Standing up quickly, she clears her throat. “I, uh, do not need to see your ass or your pecker,” she blurts out, taking off out the door. “I’ll be in the hallway. Just holler when you’re decent.”
“Suit yourself,” I drawl, knowing damn well it’s for the best. I’d love nothing more than to keep her in this room, drop my towel down, and just see what happens.
I see the way she looks at me sometimes, and I saw the way her eyes fell to my briefs when I stood up with a massive hard-on.
She was thirsty, yet she fought it—just like she should.
I’d never be enough for a girl like Haven.
And having sex or fooling around would only make matters worse.
Especially now that she’s tutoring me, I can’t afford to blur any lines.
Especially lines that would jeopardize my future in football.
Not after my parents have done everything they can to help me get here.
I dress quickly before walking over to the door just as I tug my shirt over my head. “All right, the anaconda is locked in its cage,” I say, smirking. “You can come back in now.”
“More like a garden snake,” she sasses, making her way back into my room, and I don’t even argue with her because we both know that bulge in my briefs was no garden snake. “Okay, I’m here to tell you that, against my better judgment, I will continue to tutor you.”
She sits down on the edge of my bed again, leaning back on her hands.
“But you can’t lie about it to your friends.
That isn’t fair to me, and honestly, it’s not fair for you either.
You shouldn’t be ashamed that you’re getting tutored.
A lot of kids—especially athletes—need extra help sometimes.
We have a lot of pressure on us. We’re busy. It’s not a big deal.”
To you, it isn’t.
I don’t tell her that because she wouldn’t get it. But I need this, so I’m not going to argue with her.
“Thank you, Haven,” I say, sitting down beside her. “I’m sorry that I acted like a pussy last night when Hale showed up.”
I say that, but truth be told, if I was put in the same situation again, I’m not entirely sure I wouldn’t do the same thing all over.
“It’s okay,” she whispers, her eyes looking into mine. “You have nothing to be embarrassed of though. And I need you to understand that.”
“Yeah, I know,” I lie.
Having her this close to me, our shoulders almost brushing, is making me wild. I don’t know how I’m supposed to focus while she tutors me, but I’ll have to figure it out.
My eyes float to her red lips, and I don’t have to think about what they feel like because it’s never left my mind since we kissed. I’d give anything to kiss her again, but I know I can’t.
As if she feels my gaze on her mouth, she stands up and walks toward the door. Stopping once she’s in the open doorframe, she looks over her shoulder at me.
“Dad sent me your schedule, so I know that tomorrow, you’re free from noon to two. We’ll meet in the library.” She lifts a brow. “Come ready to work. And don’t piss me off or else I’ll stab that garden snake of yours with a pencil.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I drawl, swallowing rigidly at the pencil comment. I know she’d never actually do that, but she likes to be tough, and I think—I’ve always thought—it’s cute.
“See you then,” she says before leaving. And even though I shouldn’t … I make sure to get one more look at her ass as she walks out.
And just like that, I already need another fucking shower.