The Score (Off-Campus #3)(57)
I laugh hard enough to make all the water in the tub eddy like a river rapid. “No, but now I kinda wish we did. That sounds like a blast,” I choke out between chortles. “Dick swords.”
Allie goes into hysterics too, but the way she’s shuddering with laughter causes her soapy thighs to slide up and down my crotch, which swiftly transforms my amusement into pure arousal.
She’s still laughing when I capture her mouth in a hungry kiss. But not for long. Soon she’s gasping against my lips, locking her hands at the nape of my neck as her tongue tangles with mine.
I clasp her hips and ease her forward until my shaft is lined up with her *. She whimpers when I glide my length along her wet flesh, rubbing my cockhead over her clit.
“Dean…”
Her breathy whisper barely registers. I’m too distracted by her warm, slippery * and the soft tits I’m now squeezing in my palms.
“Dean.”
“Mmmm?”
“Did you hear that?”
I suddenly notice she’s gone stiff, and her head is slanting toward the closed door. I still the slow movement of my hips and listen carefully, but the house is silent. “I don’t hear anyth—”
Oh shit. Wait. I do hear it. The unmistakable sounds of someone thumping up the stairs.
And then:
“Bro, you will never believe what happened!”
Before I can blink, Allie is out of the tub, her naked, dripping-wet body diving behind the door half a second before Logan throws it open.
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Dean
“We drove all the goddamn way to goddamn Boston, only to realize I left my goddamn wallet at home. So we had to get back in the truck and drive all the way home, and now—”
Logan skids to a stop, cartoon-character style. I’m surprised his head doesn’t spin and his eyeballs don’t bug out.
“Um.” His gaze bounces around the bathroom like a rubber ball.
He looks at the towel rack, where his cargo pants are hanging.
He looks at the bathtub, where I’m lounging like Cleo-f*cking-patra.
He looks at the bubbles surrounding my body like a fluffy white cloud.
And then he looks at Winston.
“Dude,” I blurt out. “It’s not what it looks like.”
“Nope, nope, nope, I don’t want to know!” Logan throws his hands in the air and starts backing toward the door as if he accidentally walked into a lion’s den. He halts. Snatches his pants off the rack. Continues backing away. His eyes once again focus on the pink dildo two inches from my hand.
I try again. “I promise you, it’s not—”
“I don’t want to know.”
He lunges out the door and slams it shut. I hear his footsteps thump toward the stairs. Then they thump back to the bathroom.
“Hey, listen, I’m gonna stay with Gracie tonight. That way you can…uh…finish up whatever it is you’re…uh…doing.”
Fucking hell.
I wait until I hear the front door shut before I address Allie. “You hid behind the door? Really?”
She steps forward sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
“You can shove your sorries in a sack, baby doll. You realize what you’ve done, right?” I glare at her. “You’ve officially allowed my best friend to believe I like to shove dildos up my ass.”
“Aw, that’s not true. If anything, Logan is enlightened now. We opened his mind to the delightful possibilities of anal play.”
“Get in here,” I order.
Allie quickly lowers herself in the water and kneels in front of me. “I am sorry, you know. I probably should’ve told him I was in here.” She tucks a strand of wet hair behind her ear. “I just…I like the idea of keeping this a secret. You know what will happen if everyone finds out we’re screwing around. They’ll get all up in our business and turn this fling into something bigger than it is.”
She’s right. That’s the nature of the social beast, and I was trying to avoid the same thing. But goddamn it, Logan is never going to let me live this down. Taking a bubble bath with a pink dildo? Allie has doomed me to a fate as the punchline of a never-ending joke.
“Let me make it up to you,” she begs. “I’m sure we can find some way to get Logan off your mind…” Her soapy fingers encircle my cock, which rapidly hardens in her hand. “See? You’re already forgetting.”
I groan when she gives me a firm stroke. “Nope, I’m still mad at you.”
“What’ll it take for you to be un-mad at me?”
“Your mouth, for starters.”
She considers it, her gaze tracking the motion of her own hand beneath the water. “Normally I’d say yes, but I don’t think I can hold my breath for that long. And I’m pretty sure I’ll drown if I try to suck you off with my head underwater.”
Chuckling, I rise to my feet and brace one palm on the tiled wall. Suds slide down my chest and cling to my wet skin. “How about now?”
“This I can work with.” She scoots closer so her face is a scant inch from my jutting erection. Then she licks her lips, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
No. Correction—watching her wrap those lips around me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.