Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Hell, I could still feel her hands on me, her fingers gently moving up and down my arms, holding me as I thrust in and out of her. I could still feel her nails pressing into my bicep, that prick of pain as she cried out her completion.
Shit, my cock was starting to harden, my erection tenting the nylon of my shorts.
I climbed off the treadmill and grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from my body. I picked up my water bottle and unscrewed the cap, downing the full sixteen ounces before tossing it in the recycling bin.
My chest was rising and falling in even intervals, everything around me dim compared to what I had, how I felt with Mia.
“Hey, dude. What’s up?”
I glanced over when I heard Tristan’s voice.
He sauntered over, the wife beater he wore stretched across his massive chest.
“Hey, man.”
He stopped by me and grinned. He was a rich pretty boy, but despite his cocky manwhore-ish reputation on campus, Tristan was a good guy who was just misunderstood.
Yet I knew he liked all the attention, even if most of it was bullshit.
“Dude, big-ass party tonight over at Beta Kappa Alpha.” He walked over to bench-press and turned around to look at me when I didn’t answer. “You down?”
I shook my head and walked over to where my gym bag was. I sat on the bench and started taking off my running shoes. I needed to shower. And then I’d go see my girl.
“Rumor has it there’s some big-time football players showing up. You played ball in high school, right?”
“That was a lifetime ago, man.”
Tristan snorted and I grinned.
“You sound like you’re an old fucking man.”
“Compared to those days, I am.” Tristan started laughing. “But I have plans tonight anyway.” Technically, I didn’t have anything going on, but my plans were always Mia.
They always were and always would be.
Because she was mine.
That knowledge washed through me like a tidal wave and I felt myself grin. I could sense Tristan still staring at me, and when I glanced at him, I was right. His focus was trained right on me, this inquisitive look on his face.
“Dude, what’s up with you? You look like you got a good piece of ass last night or something.” He sat down but still stared at me.
I just shook my head. “Good company will do that, man.” Love will do that to you.
And what Mia and I did was no one’s business but our own. But I was feeling pretty fucking incredible, and that was obviously projecting.
“Well, your silence is pretty loud, but I’m not going to delve. I know how to mind my own fucking business.” He gestured for one of the other guys to come over and spot him, then leaned back, lifting his hands and curling his fingers around the bar of the weights. “Well, if you change your mind, come on out. Supposed to be one hell of a party.” He looked at me for a moment. “Maybe you can hit up some of those football players, you know, get in good with them.”
I knew Tristan meant well, but he didn’t know the whole story. He didn’t know that after a bad knee injury that successfully ended what could have been an incredible professional football career, I decided I’d follow this new life and focus on my studies, get a job that didn’t have me knocking into big motherfuckers on the daily.
Not like I had any other choice in the matter.
“But yeah, man,” Tristan said on a grunt as he started lifting. “Come on out if you’re up for it. Beer, tits, and ass ... all of it all up in your fucking face.”
That, I did not doubt. Those frat guys liked to drink and fuck. But that’s not what I was all about.
I tipped my chin in acknowledgment, grabbed my bag off the floor, and headed for the locker room. I was anxious to go to Mia, to hold her, look at her … fucking smell the sweet aroma that always clung to her. I’d been away from her for less than a fucking day and already I was feeling withdrawal symptoms.
Shit, I was gone. I was really fucking gone for Mia. And damn did it feel good.
10
Mia
I felt the goofy grin on my face but I couldn’t help it, couldn’t even try and stop myself. I sat in the auditorium for one of my classes. I should have been paying attention to the lecture, but my focus was shot.
The equations on the whiteboard should have been something I’d been focusing on. I should be paying attention to it because of the test at the end of the week.
But all I kept thinking about was Pope. All I kept thinking about was how he felt on top of me, how it felt to have his hands moving over my body, his mouth at the base of my throat.