Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“If he would listen to anyone, it’s you,” Drake shoots back.
“He just needs to blow off some steam.”
“He looked like shit at practice. All the drinking is fucking with his game. I thought he would fall flat on his face during the shooting drills.”
I nod in agreement. “Yeah, his game could use some work.”
As we approach the Kisses for Cancer booth, I stop dead when I spot Jemma. She’s standing inside the kissing booth I helped build. Four other girls stand next to her, all wearing short dresses. The girls look terrified of kissing strangers for money.
Jemma fidgets nervously with the seam of her dress. The garment does little to cover her delicious body, and I wish she would tug a little harder and rip the damn thing off. Her huge, perky tits pop out of the top, her nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric.
I lick my lips and remove my wallet from my back pocket. “You want in on this?” I ask Drake.
He dangles a twenty-dollar bill in front of me. “Hell, yeah.”
Drake fixes his gaze on the sexy-as-fuck raven-haired girl next to Jemma. She has the face of a model, her complexion flawless, her body toned. I’m not the type to pay for sex, but I’ll hand over my wallet to kiss Jemma again.
I run a hand through my hair and push it off my forehead. Jemma locks eyes with me, studying my face. She watches my every move with curiosity. Abby Gale, the president of Kappa Delta, asks us to form five single-file lines, splitting the guys up based on who we want to kiss. Drake is next to me, dead set on kissing the dark-haired chick with nice tits and legs that seem to go on for days.
“No tongue,” Abby tells us. “And don’t be pervs.” The arrogance in her voice and the condescension in it grates on my nerves.
I’m the first in line, the first to kiss Jemma. Or at least that’s what I hope. For all I know, she’s kissed a hundred guys by now. So, I better make this one memorable.
As I approach the booth, Jemma’s face illuminates, her smile so wide it draws more attention to her green eyes. She presses her palms to the wooden ledge before her and leans forward, her tits almost falling out of her top. I stare down at her body, my mind wandering to dirty places. My cock perks up at the thought of bending her over.
Jemma waits for me, and I meet her halfway until our mouths are inches apart. Her breath on my lips sends a chill down my arms. I hope I can follow the rules and give her a quick peck on the lips for her sake.
The corners of her mouth turn up into a wicked grin. “Did you come to claim your kiss?”
“You bet your sweet ass I did.” I tilt my head to the side, admiring every inch of her sexy body. “And what a sweet ass it is.”
She giggles, and then I brush my lips against hers. Our connection is electric. A simple touch creates so much need I don’t care about the rules. I grab the back of her head, pulling her closer to me, consuming her as I slip my tongue into her mouth. At first, she hesitates, but then she goes with it. Her tongue works in harmony with mine. The passion between us is so intense everyone in the Quad can feel it, too.
But our kiss is short-lived, broken up by Abby clearing her throat loudly next to us.
Jemma stares at Abby in horror. “I didn’t mean to…” Her voice trembles and then dies off in her throat.
“It’s not your fault,” Abby says to Jemma before turning her angry gaze on me. “I told you no tongue, and you didn’t listen.” She folds her arms across her chest, a permanent scowl on her face. For a beautiful girl, she doesn’t smile much. “You need to go.”
There’s no point in arguing with her.
I look at Jemma one last time, committing her to memory, and then wink. She blushes, the heat going straight to her cheeks. Long after I walk away, I’m still thinking about that kiss, planning my next move.
Chapter Ten
Jemma
Several air hockey tables comprise the left side of the game room in the Student Activity Center, where the jocks on campus are split into two-man teams. Sports have never been my thing, and my lack of athletic abilities shines through.
I’m paired with Oliver Fox, the football team’s star quarterback. He’s a wall of a man, well over six feet tall, with big, strong shoulders and a thick, toned body. It’s hard not to stare when he moves with such grace. A guy like Oliver steals the show and has done so since we started the game.