Page 149 of His Hungry Wolf

Quin looked me in the eyes and smiled.

“I will. I promise.”

“Good. Now, I guess I have to get up.”

I flinched my dick finding that it was now only partially hard. That meant that I could look impressive for Quin without making things incredibly awkward for our 40-minute drive back to campus.

Getting out of bed, I was sure to stand profile for him as I readjusted my shorts. I gave it enough time for him to get a good look at me, before turning and heading for the bathroom. There was only one in the house and it was outside my door. Leaving Quin, I closed the bedroom door behind me and I did what I had to to prepare for the day.

When I got back to the room, Quin was dressed and ready to go. As he took care of morning business, I made a breakfast smoothie and packed my bag getting ready to go.

Our ride back to town consisted mostly of him drilling me on what we had gone over the night before. What I really wanted to talk about was the bomb he dropped on me about being a wolf shifter. That was crazy. Yet, I don’t know… Hearing it made me want to be around him even more. I couldn’t tell why. I just did.

I also wanted to pepper him with a bunch of questions about what it was like. But, the way he had changed the topic told me that I was going to have to wait. I didn’t want to scare him off — if wolf shifters even got scared.

Did they? Why would they if they did? I could only imagine being something so… cool. The strength and confidence that came with it had to be incredible.

I liked to think of myself as confident and strong. But, I knew I wasn’t. I had my moments. On the football field I felt unstoppable. That was another reason I wanted Quin to see me play. I wanted him to see that part of me.

When I had floated the idea of breaking up with Tasha, he hadn’t responded how I had hoped. Now I understood why. Who was I in comparison to Quin Toro, the famous wolf shifting heir to a billion dollar fortune?

I was going to need a little more enthusiasm from Quin before dismantling my world to be with him. My life was nothing compared to his. But coming from the back woods of Tennessee, what I had was a lot to give up, even for the chance to be with someone as incredible as he was.

I was going to have to think hard about this. But, before I got there, I had practice, an exam, and what was probably the biggest game of my life.

If you are a legitimate NFL prospect, NFL teams might request film on you at the beginning of the school year. After sifting through the hundreds of hours they get from around the country, teams select where they will send their scouts.

Bowl games were where scouts came to see you in person. College bowl games were highly attended, televised games during winter break. They allowed scouts to see how we played under pressure. At the end of bowl season, most teams knew who to put on their draft board. Bowl games were what allowed players to go pro.

As a senior, it would be the last bowl game of my life. It had to go well or else everything everyone sacrificed to get me here would have been for nothing. But, it wasn’t like my relationship with my father hung in the balance and the weight of it was an elephant on my chest. Nope, it wasn’t like that at all.

“Good luck at practice!” Quin wished me when I dropped him off at his dorm.

“Thanks.”

“See you in class. And don’t worry, you won’t need luck for that one. You got it,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks… for everything,” I said hopelessly taken by him.

I watched him walk away. God, did his ass look good. He looked back a final time before disappearing into his building.

As I sat there, what I wanted became clear. I could no longer imagine a future without Quin in it. He had quickly become everything to me. What the hell was I supposed to do now?

Fortunately, I didn’t have time to think about it. If I didn’t get my ass to practice immediately, I was going to be late. Whatever I decided to do, it would probably affect my NFL prospects and I was going to need Coach’s help. So, the last thing I wanted was to be on his bad side.

“You’re late!”

“I’m sorry, Coach. I was up all night studying,” I said as I ran past him on my way to the locker to change.

He followed a step behind.

“Studying, huh? It’s funny how you’re doing it without a tutor. You better not be bullshitting me, Rucker. If you don’t pass that class, you’ll be suspended from the team. There won’t be anything I’ll be able to do about it.”

“I promise, I have a tutor. I keep telling him to register with you guys, but I don’t think he needs the money. I’ll pass the class, though. He’s pretty incredible. He has me ready.”

“You better be ready.”

“Coach. I’m ready.”