Tutoring the Player (Campus Wallflowers #1)(48)

And now I realize I don’t know how to return the favor.

Jordan pushes his boxers past his hips, letting his dick spring up. He strokes himself once slowly as he scans my body from head to toe.

“Show me what to do?” I place my hand under his.

He’s hard and smooth, and at my touch, his dick leaks with precum. He repositions his hand, so he’s covering mine. I readjust so I’m holding him in the same spot he was, and slowly he pumps our hands up and down his length.

His gaze drops from me to his dick, and he sucks in a breath through his teeth. The muscles in his stomach contract, and I want to run my finger along the outline of his six-pack. Well, not now. You couldn’t pay me enough to move my hand right now.

I’m dizzy with the excitement of touching him like this and the look of pure ecstasy that washes over his face.

He picks up the speed, moving our hands faster. I lean over and place a kiss on the head. He’s salty on my lips, and my tongue darts out to taste more of him.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters. He guides me by the neck with his free hand, pulling me closer and crushing his mouth to mine as he lets out a guttural groan. He stills our joined hands but continues kissing me as his dick jumps in my palm.

With a final nip of my bottom lip, he pulls away and lets his head fall back. His fingers unravel from around mine, and he pulls off his sock to clean himself up.

It makes me giggle, and he shoots me a sheepish grin.

“Do you want to stay over?” I’m already imagining how to get him inside and up to my room without my roommates seeing.

“I should go.”

“Really?” My face burns with what I guess is embarrassment at being so eager. He hooks up with lots of girls, this isn’t a major thing to him.

He brings his hand back up to my neck and says, “This was amazing. Tonight, you—all of it. I have an early workout in the morning, and all my shit is at the dorm.”

“Okay.”

A lump forms in my throat, and my eyes sting like I might cry. Stupid, I know. Of course he can’t just stay over. Tonight was just… everything. And I don’t want it to end.

We get dressed in silence, and then Jordan goes down the ladder first. I toss him the blanket, pillow, and flashlight, then start climbing.

Halfway, he grips me by the waist and lifts me in the air, spinning me around and loosening the knot forming in my chest. He sets me on the ground in front of him.

“My ankles are cold.” He pulls his socks from the pocket of his jacket.

“Sorry about that.” I laugh at his bare ankles.

“I’m not.” He raises a hand to my face, stroking his thumb over my bottom lip before bringing his mouth down on mine.

I could keep kissing him all night, but he pulls away and backs toward the side yard that leads to the front of the house. “Later, sweet Daisy.”





The hockey team has an away game during the week, leaving me by myself in physics lab. Professor Green moves me, yet again, to a new group for the day. It isn’t the same without him. Jordan, that is. I don’t know how it happened, but it stopped being Liam I was excited to see in class and who occupied my daydreams.

He texts every day, usually multiple times, but I still worry that whatever is happening between us means a lot more to me than it does to him.

Wednesday night, Violet gathers us all in the living room. She’s in full ball prep mode. Winter break is in two weeks, and the ball is the week we return.

“Table decorations are set,” Violet says. She looks to Jane. “You’re bringing everything back with you?”

“I’ll have it shipped, but it will be here. I promise.”

Violet nods. “Flowers are still good, Daisy?”

“Yes.”

She keeps staring at me.

“I will go by tomorrow and quadruple check.”

My cousin grins. “Thank you.”

Once Violet is satisfied that everything is going to plan, the conversation falls to dates.

“Eric’s coming with me,” Jane says. “Unless I find a boyfriend before then. Do you think I could pay that cute boy who—”

“No,” we all shout at once.

She just shrugs.

“I don’t want the stress of asking someone to be my date.” Dahlia shakes her head. “But I’m hoping to dance with lots of cute boys at the party.”

“I’m going solo too,” Violet says, then looks to me. “Are you going to ask Liam?”

“Oh.” I swallow. All eyes are on me. “No. He probably has a game or practice or something.”

“But he’s bringing the flowers, right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, he obviously doesn’t have an away game that weekend. He can come after if they have a game.”

“You should ask him,” Dahlia encourages, and Jane nods.

“I’ll think about it.”

I don’t like keeping things from my friends, but I’m not sure where Jordan and I stand. Plus, I know what Violet will say. He’s a player, he’ll hurt me, yadda yadda. And I don’t want to think about how she might be right.





Jordan texts Thursday evening, and I go out to the tree house to wait for him.

I’m bundled up in a blanket, sketching, when I hear him on the ladder. I toss my notebook and turn the flashlight in his direction.