Page 34 of Running Play (Gods of Campus #1)

Shelby

On the short walk home with Christian, I let Letti know my plans and told her I would see her tomorrow. Christian never once let go of my hand as we walked down the darkened streets, and between him and his large friends, I felt incredibly safe and protected.

I follow the boys up the front stairs of the house and watch as they lay Tyler down on the lounge.

Walsh emerges from another room with a bucket, placing it beside Tyler.

Within seconds, he’s asleep, and Christian drapes a blanket over him with a shake of his head.

“Thanks, boys,” he grumbles to his friends.

“No need to thank us, he is our brother too,” Randy says, slapping Christian on the shoulder. “Well, I’m going back to the party, you guys joining me?” He turns to look at the boys in question.

“Yeah, I’m coming with you,” Walsh says.

“Seth?” Randy asks.

“Yeah, I’m coming, I have to go get Georgina. She’s staying here tonight. She was going to walk by herself, but I told her to stay at the party. No way in hell is she walking alone.”

“All right.” Randy grins. “Well, I will see you two later.” He gestures, then heads for the door with the boys.

Once they leave, I look around the house, really seeing it for the first time.

“Well, welcome to my home.”

“It’s nice,” I say. “Much bigger and better than my tiny home.”

“Yeah, I remember those days, but count your blessings you get to share a room with Letti, I had to share with Randy. Sometimes I complain about the thin walls in this house, but at least now I have a wall!”

“That bad, hey?”

“Oh yeah, he’s that bad.”

“Yeah, that would suck.” I think back to the times I have to sit on the front steps and thankfully have never personally witnessed Letti’s and Travis’s more intimate moments.

“You hungry?” he asks as he leads me into the kitchen.

I shake my head. “No, thanks.”

“Water?”

“Sure,” I nod as Christian reaches in the fridge grabbing out two bottles of water and passing me one.

“Well,” he says looking back into the living room to his brother, “I think he’s gone for the night. Want to watch a movie in my room?”

“Sounds good,” I say .

He reaches for my hand and leads me up the staircase and to the first room on the left. He opens his door and lets me pass through first. His room is neat, other than a small pile of clothes thrown on the corner of the floor, but the bed is made, and the desk is clear, other than a few books.

“Are you feeling better?”

I look to him, “Yeah I definitely feel much safer here with you.”

He gives me a warm smile as he walks toward me and reaches for me, his hands resting on either side of my head as his lips fall to mine.

Kissing me ever so gently, taking his time, making my heart race, then letting me go.

I hate that he pulled away. But at the same time, I respect it.

He promised no expectations, and now the choice is mine.

Only a few seconds pass before I push up onto my tiptoes, reaching for him, pulling him back to me.

Our mouths meet again, and this time, neither of us hesitates.

His arms instantly wrap around me as our kiss picks up intensity.

My arms snake around his neck, my chest pushing hard against his.

My fingers slip into his hair, something I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw him without a hat.

I break the kiss, our breathing heavy. “I need a shower,” I mumble, “will you take me for a shower?”

“You want me to join you?” he confirms.

“Yes,” I nod, my eyes watching his as the lines around his eyes crease in delight.

“I think that’s the best idea I have ever heard.”

I laugh as he pulls away, heading to his dresser to grab some clothes and towels as we both kick off our shoes.

Then, taking my hand, he leads me down the hallway and into the bathroom.

Closing the door, he turns and stalks toward me, reaching again for my face and kissing me.

I lift my arms toward the ceiling, granting him silent permission as I surrender to his touch.

He slides my black dress over my head, the fabric grazing my skin before tumbling to the floor.

My wig falls free, slipping loose from its pins, and my blonde hair spills over my shoulders and back, leaving me in nothing but black lace.

His fingers tangle with my thong, his hands squeezing my ass as his lips fall down to my neck.

My head falls backward, enjoying every sensation he is bringing to my body.

He slowly moves us backward, one hand reaching and turning on the shower but never letting go of me.

I reach for his shirt and lift it over his head.

He reaches for my bra unclipping it. Then he frees himself from his shorts, leaving us both completely naked.

He’s rock hard, large and like everything else about him, perfect .

His stomach is slightly bruised, but that only adds to his manliness as I shuffle backward with Christian’s help, stepping into the shower and under the warm spray of the water.

Steam curls around us as he slides the curtain shut, sealing us in.

Neither of us letting go—our hands roaming, discovering, lingering, savoring the heat, the closeness, the thrill of skin against skin.

He breaks the kiss. “If you are okay with things progressing, then I need to get a condom,” he mumbles .

I nod my head in approval.

“One sec,” he says as I nod and watch him disappear behind the curtain.

My head drops back to my shoulders as I enjoy the water passing over my skin, heightened by the pleasure my body is already feeling.

Within moments he’s back, but before he reaches for me, his eyes roam over my body.

“God, you are gorgeous,” he groans, his eyes full of desire.

I do the same…him standing in front of me, his toned body, muscles sculpted, and fully erect.

It’s wickedly hot, and the urge to have him help me orgasm is now a desperate need.

In one swift motion, he’s back in front of me, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks and lifting me up effortlessly as I wrap my legs around his waist. His erection is large and hard against my stomach, and I lift higher, guiding him inside me with the help of Christian’s hand.

He slides inside, causing a moan to tumble from my lips.

He fills me completely, beautifully, perfectly, then slides back and does it again, over and over, my back falling against the wall to help him gain leverage.

“You feel amazing,” he groans, one large hand gripping my ass cheek, the other gripping the side of my face.

The steam rising around us, the water sliding down our bodies only adds to the intensity as we move together.

The pace quickens, our breathing heavy as our desire and need to come grows.

This is quite possibly the hottest sex of my life.

The way he is positioned has my body pressed hard against the wall and his chest. The topside of his length grazing back and forth over my clit, and that’s it.

I’m done. He’s too hot to handle, too experienced.

“I’m about to come,” I whisper, eyes shut, head gently banging into the wall behind me. His mouth falls to my nipple, and with a large suck I come undone.

“Holy shit,” I mumble, my head falling back harder against the wall, leaving every part of me exposed and free for the taking. I feel his body jar in delight, and his release as he comes undone just after me.

My legs slip free of his waist, shaky as they find the shower floor. “Don’t let go,” I murmur, breath ragged. “I might fall.”

He grips me tight around the waist, holding me close and peppering me with kisses, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall,” he says as he slides the condom off his softening length, and it falls to the shower floor.

He reaches for my jaw, claiming me in one more sensual kiss before allowing our bodies to break away, still not completely letting go. The water tumbles down around us as he shuts it off and reaches for our towels. I sneak a look at his tight, very muscular ass.

“What are you looking at?”

Busted .

“Nothing,” I reply sheepishly, but the look he gives me says he doesn’t believe me. “Your brother and sister may have mentioned something…”

He clues to it immediately, “I’m going to fucking kill them,” he mutters, jaw tight as he wraps me protectively in a towel.

“Well, your butt is gorgeous and free from any scars,” I say, giving his cute ass another look.

That earns me a cute grin. “Thank you. But it’s no way as hot as yours, even when it was literally on fire,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips and a smack to my ass.

We dry and dress, then he leads me back to his room. Falling into bed and turning on a movie, I spend the rest of the night as he promised—safe, protected, and wrapped in his arms.