For years, I've fantasized about Mia touching my junk. Although, in my mind, it was more of a caress. Maybe there would be a little licking and sucking thrown in for good measure. In no way did I expect her to try popping them.Fuck me.My poor balls throb with a strange mixture of need spiked pain. Surprisingly, that last maneuver wasn't enough to kill the desire rampaging through my system. Although it took the edge off. All I have to do is think about Mia's curvy body pressed against mine, and I'm once again rising to the occasion.My tongue swipes across my lower lip, and a taste that is distinctly Mia explodes in my mouth. I don't want to dwell on how different the outcome would have been if Colton hadn't interrupted us.Stupid motherfucker.The moment he realized I had my hands full of the only girl I've ever wanted, he should have turned around and walked away. Fuck the chicks we're meeting up with. Instead, he took joy in pissing her off, and now I'm back to square one

I drop onto the bench after a two-hour practice under the blazing sun. I'm fucking exhausted and want to jump in the shower and wash away all the sweat and turf sticking to me. As I peel off my jersey and throw it in my locker, Colton does the same.We've been playing football together since we were kids. We know each other's quirks and tells. Half of the time, he knows which play I'm going to run before I do. I never have to seek him out on the field, he's always where I expect him to be. As far as football is concerned, we have some kind of weird mental connection.Which is exactly why the last couple of practices have been so concerning. No matter what I threw out there today, he wasn't where he was supposed to be. It's not uncommon to have an off day. We all have them. You have to stay focused and work through it. But this has turned into more of a slump and that, we can't have.Not with the season right around the corner.I've got plans this year. And they include brin

Without hitting the lights, it's impossible to tell if we're in a storage closet or an office. Either way, I don't care. I need to get my hands on this girl before I explode.In my jeans."Beck-"I tug her close and seal my lips over hers. When her palms flatten against my chest, I half-expect her to push me away. Instead, her fingers dig into my shirt. My tongue sweeps over her mouth. When her lips remain sealed, I nip at her lower one. She yelps, and I plunge my tongue inside.The sound of her whimper reverberates inside my brain.It's the best fucking sound in the world.One I want to hear more of.It doesn't take long for Mia to melt. Her hands slide up my chest before wrapping around my neck and drawing me closer. I'm starving for the taste of her. For years we've been dancing around each other, and I can't take any more of it.Whether she realizes it or not, things are going to change.My hands drop from her waist to the roundness of her ass. I widen my fingers before

I glance at my phone and maneuver my way through the crowd of students traveling across campus like cattle. These people need to move their asses, or I'm going to be late. Class starts in less than five minutes and walking in like I don't give a shit isn't the first impression I'm looking to make.Once I reach Mitchell Hall, where the English classes are held, I take the stairs two at a time. Less than a minute later, I'm sliding onto a chair. With a huff, I pull out my computer and wait for Dr. Hayes to get class underway.Devon Baker plunks his ass down next to me.Great.Like I need this distraction. Devon runs his mouth like he's getting paid by the minute. English isn't exactly what one would call a high-octane class. It will take every ounce of my focus to concentrate for a full fifty minutes.With a grin, he fist bumps me. "Dude, I didn't know you were in this class.""Last-minute change to the schedule." My advisor emailed me last week and dropped the bomb that Composi

Grinders R Us is the best coffeehouse on campus. It's where everyone stops to grab their daily dose of caffeine. Sometimes more than once. As I walk past the small brick building, a familiar profile catches my attention, and my footsteps falter.There's been no movement on the Mia front. It's been a week since I asked her for a second chance and talked her into having lunch with me.All right, maybe forced would be a better word for it.No matter what I do, I can't seem to make headway with this girl. I've dropped by her apartment unannounced.She's not there.Or so Alyssa tells me.I've tried hanging around after class, but she's cagey. Sometimes she heads up to Dr. Hayes' office.I'm getting desperate. Getting?Ha!You trucked by desperate a couple of years ago.It takes a moment to snap out of my thoughts and to realize that I'm pressed up against the picture window, fogging up the glass like a serial stalker who's left his van running fifty feet away.As I take a quick step