Page 100 of The Backup Plan
“You know what I want,” he whispered.
“Tell me.”
“I want you to get me off.” Cam shifted his weight and drove into her until her throat tightened. “I could just hold you wherever I want to,” he reminded her, pressing his hands to the sides of her head. “I could hold you right here and take you until I come.”
She pulled back with a little gasp. “I love that you’re strong enough to take what you want. But you shouldn’t distract me.”
“Distract you?”
Taking just his head back into her mouth, Avery slid a hand up his inner thigh and began to tickle him, one finger at a time. The light drag of her nails across his skin shot fire through his veins as his ankles wobbled, and he looked for the bed or desk, anything to steady himself so he could give in to her lips and hands without worrying about technicalities like standing upright. His pants locked his ankles like shackles, and he grabbed a handful of her hair and tightened his fist.
“I won’t distract you,” he said, groaning as she sucked him deep. “Play with me. Do whatever you want. Avery, you are so?—”
The jangle of keys in the lock turned the heat in his blood to ice, and he froze. Behind him, a backpack fell to the floor, water bottle clinking against the end of the bed as the door swung shut.
Avery squirmed in his grasp and he looked down, only to realize that in his panic, his reaction had been to hold her as close as he could—still halfway down her throat, it felt like, flushing her cheeks bright pink. She shook off his grip and pulled back, lips glistening as he fell from her mouth.
“Hi, Tash,” she said weakly, peering around him. “I thought you had class.”
“The professor was sick.”
His chest burned. He knew his face must be practically purple with embarrassment, and he couldn’t turn to meet the interloper’s eyes. Bending over to retrieve his pants would give her more of a show, but not as much as turning around now that Avery had pulled away. He managed to twitch his fingers in her hair and point down.
“I guess this is Cameron,” the girl said as Avery nudged the waistband of his pants into his hand. “From what I can see, it sure looks like him.”
Hayden
Why is it always on us?
Marshall
Why is what?
Hayden
Everything. Every stupid little thing.
I execute a play as designed, but when my WR doesn’t run fast enough, I’m the guy who overthrew it.
I’m the punter who gave us lousy field position and the kicker who missed the extra point and the edge rusher who hasn’t had a sack all season. All me, boys.
Cory
My dad says his best boss was a former Marine who made it clear he would take any and all heat directed at his team. That’s how they’re trained.
That’s not easy, Hayden. It takes a mindset, and you’ll get there.
Marshall
I don’t know how Army and Navy can’t field a decent football team, but their leadership sure isn’t the problem.
Cameron
Maybe their boys aren’t chunky enough to come at us.
Marshall
Down with fitness exams! Your coach isn’t pushing the heat on you, is he, Hammy?