Page 19 of Running Play (Gods of Campus #1)
Christian
I make my way through the last of the partiers and the cemetery of red cups.
The crowd is almost gone, and the boys are stacking chairs and getting ready to leave.
I smile at Jasmine as she walks over to me.
Wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her toward me, appreciating her and our friendship.
Her hair and makeup are still flawless; nothing is ever out of place.
She changed into denim shorts and a loose, off-the-shoulder caramel shirt after the game.
She steps back and looks up at me. “You like this one?”
“Yeah, I think I kinda do,” I reply. Looking down at her as I rub my hand on her bare shoulder. Jasmine and I have never had secrets with each other, we don’t need to.
“Ahh,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Don’t tell me I’m going to lose my best fuck buddy.”
I chuckle at her words, always appreciative of how openly we can talk.
“At least you have others.”
She clicks her tongue and rubs her hand up and down my torso.
“I do, but who can compete with the Christian Stone?” she flirts.
Pulling me closer by my shirt, I let my hard body fall against her.
She drags her hands down my arms, her eyes never leaving mine as her hands drift farther and dance over my cock.
She gently scratches her nails back and forth over me.
“Let’s go back to your house…all my stuff is there so we might as well fuck like it’s our last night together. ”
I swallow, feeling my cock grow from her touch as I look into those familiar blue eyes surrounded by those long black lashes. “You had me at ‘you like this one?’” I reply, pulling her in the direction of home.
“So did you see our new routine?”
“Nope!” I lie.
***
I wake to Jasmine sliding into fresh clothes: a black mini skirt and purple shirt that shows off her stomach. I blink lazily at her, stretching my arms above my head and glancing at the clock that reads 7 AM.
She looks frustrated. “I have to go.”
“What’s up?” I ask, my voice husky from sleep.
Kneeling onto the bed she sighs. “One of my sorority sisters got arrested last night; she spent the night in lockup.”
I laugh at that and catch Jasmine looking at my abs as they flex when I laugh. “Don’t laugh,” she says, swiping at my stomach.
“What did she do? ”
“She got arrested for being a public nuisance, then vomited all over the officer.”
I sit up, amused, and lean back on my elbows.
She frowns, or tries to, but she can’t hide the humor in the situation either.
“Laugh it up, mister! This is the type of crap I have to deal with being sorority president,” she says, pointing her perfectly manicured nail into my chest. “I should have been like you and got a house with a few close friends. You, Mr. Stone, had the right idea,” she says, kicking a leg over and straddling my waist. Her skirt drifts up, and I can see the purple lace material underneath.
Lying my head back on the pillow, I look up and watch her, so sexy, so confident.
“Shame you have to go, Ms. President,” I express, staring at those full, natural red lips. She stares back at me, and for a moment we share the silence, soaking up each other’s company like hundreds of times before. Her fingers gently rubbing my collarbone.
“So…” she starts, her features fading and expression softening as she bites on her lower lip.
I rest my hands behind my head, “So?” I say back, waiting for her to continue.
“Mr. Stone, this has been fun.”
I grab my chest dramatically. “Are you breaking up with me?”
She gently slaps my chest. “Shut up, this is serious.”
“You’re serious. I’m gorgeous. ”
She gives me a playful pout and shoots me some of her sass that she has in abundance and is always happy to dish.
She flicks at my naked chest, and I grimace in mock pain.
“You are definitely something, Mr. Stone…but I was thinking that from here on out I’m going to leave the ball in your court.
I won’t text you for hook-ups anymore.” She shrugs.
“You know me, chicks just bring drama, and I don’t want to be in involved in any lust triangles.
” She holds out her hand for me to shake.
I remove my right hand from behind my head and grasp her delicate hand in mine.
“Friends?”
I smile back up at her. “Always,” I say back.
She pushes off my stomach, causing me to groan and quickly flex to hold her weight as she un-straddles me. Grabbing her shoes and Louis Vuitton bag off the floor, she turns to look at me. “Good luck, Christian…if you want her, then I hope you get her,” she says, walking toward my bedroom door.
“Jasmine,” I say to her as she reaches for the door handle.
“Don’t beg, Christian, it’s not attractive,” she jokes, her black hair flicking over her shoulder to look at me.
I ignore her teasing comment, and sassy pointed look. “Do you know how amazing you are?”
She pops her hip. “Yeah, Christian, of course I know.”
“Jasmine,” I yell again when she takes another step. She waits for me to speak, her perfectly manicured eyebrows raised in question, one hand resting on the doorknob. “We still doing lunch this week?”
She gives me a poised look. “Of course. It’s your turn to pay— remember,” she says, blowing me a kiss and exiting my room.
“Yeah, yeah.”