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Drumline(17)
Author: Stacy Kestwick

His dick was huge. The story he told me earlier about how he acquired Oscar flitted through my mind. That was definitely a prize-winning specimen.

My whole body felt like it was blushing, and I was damp everywhere.

“Wrong drawer.” There was a challenge in his eyes, as if daring me not to react to his outrageous stunt. He reached for a drawer directly behind me, and when he yanked it open, it bumped into the back of my thighs, pushing me forward into him. My hands landed on his abs, splayed across those hard, wet ridges of muscle, and I don’t know if the moan I heard came from him or me.

My fingers curled and his abs rippled as I regained my balance, my nails dragging across his tanned skin. It was a study in contrasts, the cool drops of water on his warm flesh, the way I yielded instinctively as he leaned in, my soft sigh mixing with his harsh breaths. Our thighs were pressed together, and I could feel the impressive bulge growing behind that red stripe down the middle of his briefs.

Before I could respond, react, do something, he released me, a blue-and-white shirt with the Rodner University shark logo in hand. “Here.” The muscle in his jaw ticked as he pulled it over my head, and by the time I’d wriggled my arms through the sleeves, he was fully dressed.

The shirt swallowed me, despite my height, hiding my shorts and falling to mid-thigh. I licked my lips and backed up apprehensively, not sure how to gauge his current mood. His gaze raked down the length of me, nostrils flaring, before he turned away.

“Keep it,” he said gruffly. “It looks better on you anyway.”

The cotton was soft, either by design or from being washed so many times, and it smelled like him, a mix of fabric softener and something muskier, like sweat that came from hot sex instead of cardio. My skin prickled in the spots where his eyes returned and lingered, the neckline, my thighs.

“Thank you.” My words landed awkwardly, too loud in the intimacy of his room.

“Don’t thank me.” His face twisted with a self-mocking smile. “I’ll be jacking off later, thinking about you wearing just my shirt, nothing underneath it except those black lace panties of yours.”

Laird

Reese didn’t talk to me on the ride back to campus.

Not a word.

A different guy might let that bother him. Feel insecure and try to fill the silence with small talk or flirting or apologies or turn on the radio just to have some goddamn background noise to drown out the nothing.

Not me. Nope.

I let her sit there, two feet away, within a fucking arm’s reach and did nothing.

Her mind was whirling. I could tell by the way her gaze would dart around, then fixate on something before going a little vacant when she was no longer paying attention to the college-town scenery Rodner, Alabama had to offer and was inside her own head.

Just thinking.

Because I was an arrogant asshole, I was pretty damn sure those thoughts were all centered on me and the words I told her at my townhouse. That final, dirty promise I made her.

I stole a glance at her when I made a right turn onto her street. Strands of her dark hair were curling from the humidity around the base of her neck where it’d escaped from her ponytail, or maybe it was from when I’d wrapped those long locks around my hand and pulled her head back to expose her throat.

Damn, that’d felt good. When she’d responded by parting her lips and closing her eyes a little, her breathing a little softer and more rapid than it’d been before I’d touched her. When her thighs had rubbed together only to part again at the knees when I moved closer, as if begging me to explore.

And, fuck if I didn’t want to learn everything there was to know about her. Which spot made her gasp and tense up, if she preferred to be licked slow and gentle or firm and fast, the perfect angle that made her scream my name. It wasn’t just her body either. Seeing her at the hospital had hit me at a visceral level. I wanted to find out what made her laugh, discover the secret to making her smile so big that dimple appeared, and uncover her greatest fear so I could stand by her side when she had to face it. Yeah, this wasn’t a girl who’d let me do the dirty work for her, slay her dragons while she cowered in the ivy-covered tower. Reese would be on the front lines, carving her own path and wielding her own sword. And I wanted to be the one to have her back on the journey.

When I pulled to a stop in front of Petersen Hall, her dorm, she didn’t react. Her full lower lip was caught between her teeth and she was absently stroking her neck, that soft spot just below her ear where I’d nibbled earlier.

Yeah. She was thinking about me.

It was only after I circled the Jeep, opened her door, reached in, and shook her knee slightly that she responded, jerking back to the present with a little gasp.

I couldn’t help the shit-eating grin on my face.

“We’re here.”

She climbed out of my Wrangler and blinked, as if surprised to find we were steps away from her dorm. I let my hand settle on the small of her back, pleased when she didn’t object or pull away, and steered her through the lobby to the elevator that would take us to her room on the fourth floor.

During the ascent, I studied our dull reflections on the chrome walls. I’d never been with a girl as tall as her, but I liked the way we looked together. Height on a girl would have some definite advantages. Longer legs to wrap around my waist. I wouldn’t have to contort to try to kiss her lips or suck her nipples while I was buried deep inside her. Shower sex would be a thousand times easier. Even something as simple as reaching down to hold her hand.

Reese might have ruined me on short girls forever before I’d even tasted her.

I walked her to her door, room 407, then followed her in after she unlocked it without waiting for an invitation. While I would never, ever force myself on a girl, I wasn’t above playing a little dirty when it came to her.

As she toed off her shoes in the corner, I crossed over to the little basket on the edge of her desk, where I’d found a bottle of ibuprofen the night I’d brought her drunken ass back here and taken care of her. Removing it and shaking it to ensure it wasn’t empty, I set it and a bottle of water I snagged from her mini-fridge next to her bed.

“You can have more at midnight,” I reminded her. “Don’t forget. You’re gonna need it to get through tomorrow.”

Her glance flickered between the bottle of pills and me, her eyebrows folding down in confusion. “How did you know where…”

I stared at her. Waited for recognition to widen her gaze, for her to bite her lip in embarrassment maybe. Confusion filled her eyes and pursed her lips. I huffed out a laugh of disbelief. “Jesus, you don’t remember do you?”

She cocked her head just slightly. “Remember?”

“After the drumline party? The one where you kissed Smith?” My voice dripped with bitterness as I said his name. I couldn’t help it.

“I thought Willa…” she trailed off, comprehension dawning. “It was you?”

I nodded curtly. That explained her reaction, or lack thereof, at practice the next day. While I hadn’t necessarily expected a thank you, I’d expected… fuck, something. An acknowledgement at least?

She rubbed her chin absently before she stiffened, shooting me a panicked look. “I woke up without pants that morning. Without a bra.”

And I’d beaten myself off more than once to the memory of undressing her, as innocent as it had been. I couldn’t help torture her a little right now though. “Yup.”

“So you—” she bit off the rest of her words, her face pinking in the best way as her eyes slid closed.

I wouldn’t laugh at her though. I’d never do that. Taking the two strides necessary to reach her, I cupped her jaw and tipped her face up to mine. “Nothing happened, Reese. Not like that. Not with you wasted.” I paused, let those words sink in before I continued. “When I touch you—and make no mistake, it’s a when, not an if—you’re going to remember every fucking second of it. And it’ll be because you want it as badly as I do.” Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, and I tugged it free with my thumb. “I took care of you, hung out and watched you like a fucking creeper to make sure you weren’t gonna puke all over yourself in the middle of the night, and left before the sun came up.”

   
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