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Tobie

I’m getting ready to go to bed when a knock sounds on my door.

Today was exhausting. After we cheered the kids to victory, I climbed into the Wolverines’ bus, and we stopped at a BBQ restaurant for a late lunch. It was jampacked with it being a weekend, but the restaurant had a back room that the Wolverines’ coach talked the owner into letting us rent.

It was loud and messy. There were long tables of laughing, chatting, arguing, hockey players stopping long enough to devour the delicious brisket, ribs, chicken, and steak with macaroni and cheese and cornbread sides.

Not everyone drank, but there were plenty of pitchers of beer to go around for those who wanted it and sodas for those who didn’t.

I sat with Reid, Caleb, and Javier, and at no point did I feel like I didn’t belong.

When I returned to my dorm, Max had left my car keys on my desk, and she was nowhere to be found, so I couldn’t ask her why she pulled a disappearing act back at the rec.

I swing open my door, and Reid’s gaze sweeps over me.

He smiles. “Ah, good. I timed it right.”

I frown. “Timed what right?”

He pulls his cell phone from his pocket and taps a few buttons. I study him, bemused, until he turns the screen to show me a timer.

Set for one hour.

The last time he said something about one hour was…

No.

My mouth goes dry. And that’s before I see the heat in his eyes.

“Pussy—”

I clap my hand over his mouth and peer down the empty hallway, whispering, “Quit saying that so loud. Someone might hear you.”

If the girls on my floor knew what he came to do, they’d shove me out of the nearest window and take my place.

His eyes sparkle with amusement as he wraps one arm around my waist, carries me into my room, and closes the door. He peels my hand from his mouth and kisses me. “You look beautiful.”

I flush with pleasure. “No, I don’t.”

“You do,” he says, smiling slightly. “All soft and sweet. Getting ready to go to bed?”

I nod.

Reid dips his head, still smiling. “And instead, I come along to—” He laughs and catches my hand before I can cover his mouth again. He kisses the inside of my wrist, which makes my breath catch.

His next kiss is longer, deeper, and sweeter.

I’m not the only one breathing hard when we break apart.

“I’ve wanted to do that all day. Tripped over my own feet thinking about it. Coach benched me.”

“No, he didn’t because you didn’t have practice. You want me to feel sorry for you, so I’ll kiss you again.”

He leans in. “And do you? ’Cause I have a feeling another kiss from you will solve all my problems.”

I laugh. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I lied. It’s not the kiss. It’s your laugh.”

“You’re just saying that,” I mutter, still blushing.

He puts his phone down and tickles me until I’m nearly crying with laughter.

“You were saying?” He lifts an eyebrow.

“Okay, so maybe you weren’t just saying it,” I admit.

Still smiling, he winks at me, “Now. Where were we?”

I thought this pussy-worship talk was all a joke. Just something he said to distract me from working on his paper.

I gulp when he grips the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it aside.

As always, his muscled chest briefly kills my ability to think.

I eye him curiously when he picks up his phone from my desk, where he placed it moments before. “What are you doing?”

He has his head down, busy tapping away. “Resetting the timer ’cause we’ve been talking. I promised an hour. I intend to deliver.”

Finished with his task, he sets his phone down and refocuses on me.

“An hour of…”

He goes to his knees in front of me and peers up at me. “Worship.”

Shit. He’s really serious about this.

Someone knocks on my door as he’s pushing the hem of my nightshirt up.

Max shouts, “Tobie? Do you want?—”

“ I’m busy !” I yell too loud and desperately because Reid grins at me as I stun Max into a two-second silence.

“Oh, okay. See you tomorrow.” Her footsteps move away from my door.

I barely hear her. Reid is kissing a path up my inner right leg as he continues to push my nightdress up to my thighs. “You ready, beautiful?”

He whispers the words against my panties, hot breath making my pussy tingle with anticipation.

I’m not sure I am.

He’s bunched my nightdress beside my hip while his other hand delivers a firm massage to my ass.

“Beautiful?” Flint-gray eyes hook mine. “Anything that happens, I need to know you want it.”

My belly is tight, and it’s hard to focus when I have one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen on his knees in front of me.

I nod.

His hand strokes up, fingers cupping my breast and stroking my nipple.

My breast swells from his attention. I grip his wrist, holding on as he moves from my left breast to my right. All the while, he’s blowing warm air over me, nibbling my inner thigh, and delivering tiny pleasure-inducing licks of his tongue through the thin lace of my panties.

I’m slowly going mad with anticipation.

There’s no point to my panties by the time he’s hooking the edge and sliding them down my legs. They’re soaked. Utterly. My knees are shaking, and I’m holding on to Reid to keep myself on my feet.

I stare down at him, trying to control my breathing as he pushes my thighs apart.

“Your dress.” His lips hover over my clit.

I struggle to maintain my reason. “What about it?”

“Off.”

His eyes flick up to me. “I need to see every inch of your beautiful body.”

I grip the edge of my cotton nightdress and pull upward. I’d have hesitated before. It’s hard not to feel beautiful with the way Reid stares at me.

His breath is in his throat as he watches me ease the material up over my hips and over my rounded belly. He doesn’t seem to notice or even care that it’s not flat. His eyes burn.

I’m positive he’s not breathing as I expose my breasts to him. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, hungry eyes on my nipples.

And when I toss the dress to the floor, I have one perfect second of him running his eyes over me, like every single dream of his has just come to life. “Beautiful.”

His fingers grasp my hips. He draws me close, and his mouth touches me.

I suck in a breath, holding it.

His tongue circles my clit, lightly grazing, making me lean toward him. One light suck and I nearly topple over.

He catches me. “Careful.”

And then he’s back again, tongue on my clit, warm breath stirring me to life as he makes hungry noises in the back of his throat. “Fuck. Do you know how good you taste?”

He groans, lapping faster as if he can’t get enough.

Just when I’m about to go crazy, he slides his tongue through my folds, and I feel the thick tip of his thumb start up a pattern, almost but not quite penetrating. I push down impatiently.

He finally slides his thumb into me, and I hiss and moan, gripping his shoulders, nails digging into hot, muscled skin. I strangle a moan as he spreads my swollen lips, and his tongue sweeps in. “Oh God, Reid. Oh my God.”

Tongue or thumb. Which is going to make me come?

I’m struggling to hold my release back, panting as he thrusts his thumb into me, then he suddenly rises a little, pulls his thumb from inside me, and slips his finger in instead.

I’m moaning as he pumps. Two fingers stretch me. When I can’t take it anymore, he curls his fingers inside me, and I shatter.

Not a minute passes before he’s kissing me again, his fingers brushing my clit.

When he starts to fuck me with his tongue, I sway and topple.

He grasps my hips, kisses my inner thigh, and breathes against my skin. “Uh-oh. Can’t have you hurting yourself.”

I’m beyond words when he surges to his feet. I’m in his arms a second later, then I’m flat on my back in my bed a second after that.

He settles between my thighs, drapes my legs over his shoulders, and his tongue finds me again.

“ Reid …” I pant, fidgeting, hands in his hair, hips lifting with no conscious thought in time to his tongue sliding into me. “This is insane. You have… I can’t…”

His thumb teases my clit, circles it, and very lightly brushes against it.

I grind my sex in his face. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.

My orgasm slams into me. I writhe and pant as it keeps going, an endless wave of pleasure. Reid holds me, kissing me lightly and stroking my hips. He eases me down so he can bring me back up again.

I don’t know how long he’s been doing this, but I think I’m ready to die.

He’s kissing my hip when I tug at his hair. “Reid?”

“I’ve barely started,” he says with a smile as he presses the lightest, sweetest kiss on my pulsing clit.

My stomach clenches. “I want to touch you.”

“This is about making you feel good.” His next kiss lands next to my pussy, and it flutters in response.

“Five minutes.”

He lifts his head to look at me, hair wild, eyes creased with amusement. “What?”

“Five minutes. I need a break, or my head will explode. I want to touch you.”

His smile fades. “For five minutes?”

I nod.

He reaches over to grab his phone off my desk.

“What are you doing?”

“Setting a timer so you don’t distract me from what I came here for,” he says with a cheeky smile.

“You have to lie back,” I tell him, getting to my knees and crawling toward him.

All signs of amusement are fading as I stroke my hands over his chest and lean in close to kiss his neck. This man tastes as good as he smells, and I never want to take my hands off him.

He groans, and his head tips back as I feel his fingers graze the ends of my hair. “Didn’t say anything about kisses, beautiful.”

“Does that mean you want me to stop?” I brush my fingers over his pants, cupping and smiling when he groans in response.

“Not exactly.”

A smile splits his face when I push him onto his back and tug off his sweatpants, tossing his shoes and pants to the floor.

That smile dies when I angle my kisses downward. “Tobie?”

Stopping an inch from the bulge in his boxers, I flick my gaze up to him. “Do you want me to stop?”

He shudders as I speak. Is he feeling the warm air I’m blowing over him?

His hand is in my hair, holding me there.

Slowly, he draws me toward him.

And just as slowly, I peel his briefs from his body.

He’s beautiful. Thick. Long. I need to know how he tastes.

I lick the tip.

His hand fists in my hair, and he hisses a breath. “Shit.”

I circle the rim, scoot down a little more, and part my lips, forming a tight seal. And I suck.

“ Fuck .”

I’ve stopped caring about the time as I lick and suck. Reid must have, too, as he groans with each suction, both hands gripping my hair.

The vibrating phone scares the shit out of me, and I yank my head up, my heart racing.

Reid is breathing hard as he reaches over to switch off the alarm. “Fuck this.”

“What?” Did I do this wrong?

“On your side, beautiful,” he says.

I blink at him, confused. “I don’t understand.”

“There’s something I want to try. You game?”

There’s another question in his eyes.

“I trust you.”

His eyes fill with warmth before he claims a kiss so hot he distracts me from what he planned.

Until he gently turns me so I’m lying with my legs near his head and his cock is inches from my mouth. We’re both on our sides, and I still don’t know why. Craving the taste of him, I part my lips and he groans as I suck.

He pushes my legs toward my belly and presses my thighs open as he draws my body closer to his. Then he wraps his arms around my waist, and I forget to suck and nearly choke when his tongue laps between my thighs.

“Oh God,” I whimper.

“Good?” He’s smiling as he licks me again.

As he licks, I circle the base of his cock with my hand, take a breath, and swallow.

He curses, his hips jerking.

We drive each other to the edge with his cock in my throat and his tongue in my pussy. We make each other come with lips, tongues, and the edge of our teeth.

Time doesn’t matter.

And when he grunts as he comes with my name on his lips, I want to give him more, to push him over the edge again and again. This feeling is addictive, and I need to please him.

Minutes, hours, or days later, Reid eases me onto my back and claims my lips in a searing kiss. I feel him hardening against my belly, and his eyes are fierce as he peers down at me. “Do you know what you’ve done to me, beautiful?”

I shake my head as his hands, trembling as if he can’t wait a second longer, fight with the condom he grabs from his wallet on my bedside table. “You’ve ruined me.”

His lips crash onto mine, his arms nudging my thighs open, and his cock…

A moan pours from my throat as he pushes the thick tip of his cock inside me. In an inch, then out. Deeper the next time.

“Just you,” he groans. “No one but you.”

The next thrust seats him deep, to the hilt.

He holds my gaze as he stops moving.

His next kiss is gentle. Sweet. “Just you.”

My fingers stroke his jaw. His stubbled chin. His lower lip. This time, I claim his lips. I taste myself on him as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth.

We surge together.

His hands are everywhere, cupping my breasts, grasping my hips, and then tilting me as he picks up the pace.

“Your legs,” he pants. “Around me.”

I circle his hips with my legs, and this new angle means every thrust fills me so utterly I can’t imagine what my life would be like without him in it.

I’m close. My hips rise to meet each of his thrusts while the headboard bumps against the wall. The sounds of our moans fill the room.

Pleasure bursts within me—sharp, intense, almost painful.

Reid thrusts twice more, slides deeper than I thought he could, then shakes, groaning my name as he holds himself there, tight against me.

Long minutes later, he turns us on our sides, holding me close with his lips against my forehead as he softens within me.

He’s gentle when he pulls away to deal with the condom and cleans between my thighs before gathering me close again.

My eyelids are heavy, and I know we have to pick up the sheets hanging off the bed. Later. I’ll move later. Reid kisses my shoulder and drags the sheets up and around us when I move to get up.

He yawns. “Tobie?”

“Reid?”

“We haven’t talked about tonight.”

I look at his face, strangely hesitant. “What about tonight?”

“This is your room. Your space. Do you want me to?—”

I kiss him. “Stay.”

“You sure?”

I crawl onto his chest, rest my head on his shoulder, and close my eyes.

His body vibrates as he chuckles.

He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my hair. “I got the message loud and clear, beautiful. I’m not going anywhere.”

I want to ask if it’s for always, but I don’t want to know the answer. Hoping this fake relationship will last feels like yet another dream I’m too afraid to reach for.