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CARSON

My stomach clenches the second I feel Nylah’s delicate fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweats.

What the fuck is she doing?

I want to jerk out of my seat, but if I do that, she’ll pull my pants right down.

“Nylah,” I whisper between gritted teeth.

But she just lets out a soft giggle and frees my dick. The traitorous bastard is already going hard, and my entire body tenses as Coach Jones spins this way and spots me studying.

I shift in my seat, leaning forward over my laptop, and instantly regret that decision, because I just gave my girl easy access to my tip, and she takes advantage.

Her luscious lips wrap around my cock, and I pull in a sharp breath, staring at my computer screen and begging the universe to show a little mercy.

But that asshole just has yet another belly laugh as Coach heads my way.

He’s got a polite smile on his face, and I don’t know what the fuck my mouth is doing. It’s hard to concentrate when my little kitten is licking my cock like a lollipop.

“Hey, Carson.”

“Hey, Coach,” I croak.

Nylah’s lips curl into a smile—I can feel it forming around my dick—just before she starts to suck.

Shit. I can’t do this. Oh fuck!

Grabbing my pen, I clench it in my hand while curling my foot under the chair Nylah was sitting in. It’s hiding her pretty well, and all I can do is keep Coach’s eyes on my face, because if he gets one fucking whiff of his daughter sucking me off under the table, I am a dead man.

She’s gonna pay for this.

Oh man, she is going to pay good.

“What are you doing in the library, Coach?” I try to keep my voice even but also loud enough to drown out any noise Nylah might make.

“I like to wander in here when I have a few minutes to spare. Check on my players, see if any of them need help or encouragement.” He points to my computer screen. “What are you working on right now?”

“Oh, uh…” I clench my jaw as a spike of pleasure drives straight through my abdomen. She feels so fucking good right now. With a death grip on my pen, I squint at my computer screen and clear my throat. “It’s just an essay on, uh… I mean, like an assignment for one of my engineering classes.”

“Good job. You enjoying it?” Coach goes to squeeze my shoulder, but I flinch away from him.

He raises his hand in apology and gives me another smile.

Fuck. I feel like shit right now. He’s gonna end me when this comes out.

It can’t come out. Just never let him find out about you and Nylah. Play the fucking role, man!

I can’t. I’ve got a pornographic groan rising in me that I don’t think I can clamp down.

You grind your teeth together and take it!

With a thick swallow, I force a smile and nod. “I love engines.”

“Yeah, well, you take pretty good care of that bike of yours, so I can believe it.” He nods and smiles again. “And… great job at the game on Friday. You’re doing really well this season, Carson. I’ve noticed a shift in your attitude, and I’m really proud of you.”

And there goes my world again, shifting out from under me.

Have I entered another fucking dimension?

The best girl I know loves me, and now Coach is proud of me? What the fuck? Shit like this does not happen to me.

Push back your chair. Show him what the hell is going on, and then things can return to normal already.

But I don’t want them to.

The idea of going back to the way things were before suddenly sucks, so I press my elbow into the table, fighting the next wave of pleasure that’s rushing through me.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to it.” Coach points at me and starts walking away.

“Thank you, sir,” I mumble after him, and he nods, raising his hand in farewell.

As soon as his back is turned, I grunt into my fist, Nylah’s mouth working me over until I’m about to fucking squirt all over her tongue.

She doesn’t seem to care. Wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock, she picks up her pace until I can’t contain it anymore.

Jerking in my seat, I grunt, dipping my head and gripping the side of the table while I release into her mouth.

Holy fuck!

Coach is at the end of the aisle now, and he turns back to look at me, his eyebrows dipping in confusion. I manage a shaky wave, and he nods before disappearing behind a stack of books.

Fuck. Shitballs.

As I rest my head on the table to catch my breath, Nylah pulls my sweats back into place, then scrambles out from under the table.

With a wicked grin, she wipes her mouth and purrs against my ear, “I got you back, caveman.” Kissing my cheek, she grabs her bag and saunters away from the table.

I can practically see her cat tail swishing in triumph.

At the end of the aisle, she pauses to blow me a kiss, then winks. “Have a good day.”

All I can do is stare after her, my heart thrumming so loud between my ears that I can’t even think straight.

Fuck, I love that woman.

My insides clench, then release as I let that thought slide through me.

I love her.

Holy shit, I love her.

And she thinks I’m worth fighting for.

We are good together.

And I love her.

Slapping my laptop closed, I shove it into my bag and jerk out of my seat. I can’t just let her walk away with a wink and a smile, can I?

I should chase her down and tell her that I’m not as terrified of the L-word as I think I am.

Stumbling down the stairs, I rush to find my little kitten and am about to bolt out of the library when I hear her voice. Spinning back, I peek around the first book stack to my left and notice her talking to her father.

“I was just in here to search for a book. I thought it was upstairs, but I got the wrong section.” She smiles, but her father’s not buying it.

His eyes are narrowed, his arms crossed.

She gives a nervous swallow, which isn’t helping.

“Nylah Destiny Jones, what are you really doing in here?”

She huffs, her shoulders slumping. Shit, is she about to tell him she came to see me ? Fuck. I brace myself to step out of the shadows and back her up.

But then she shakes her head. “I’m not loving sociology, so I skipped it and figured I’d come here and get some assignment work done.”

My shoulders relax, but there’s this ugly feeling in my gut that I don’t understand. If she loves me, shouldn’t she tell him about me?

But you don’t want that, remember? Secrecy is safety.

I frown at the thoughts floating in my head, wondering why they suddenly don’t sit as easily.

Because you love her, you idiot!

“What are you doing in here?” Nylah asks.

“I’m just checking on some of my players. I like to make sure their studies are going okay.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“I just spotted Carson upstairs. Did you see him?”

“Um…” Her shoulder hitches. “Yeah, I think so? Was he studying at one of the tables?”

“Nylah, I can tell you’re lying.”

She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Fine. Yes. I saw him, and I spoke to him.”

Coach’s lips flatline, his eyebrows dipping into a frown. “We’ve talked about this. He is off-limits. My entire team is.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not like I was giving him a blow job under the table. I just said hi.”

“Nylah!” Coach whisper-barks while my blood runs cold.

I can’t believe she just fucking said that!

“Well, what is your problem? I’m not even allowed to talk to your players?”

“Of course you can be polite and talk with them, like you did at the party on Friday night. I’m just telling you to stay away from Carson McAvoy.”

My stomach drops.

“Why?” she snaps. “Why is he worse than everybody else?”

“Because he’s got problems. He’s a messed-up kid from a messed-up family. It makes him reckless and wild. You can’t trust someone like that.”

Nylah’s expression crumples, her lips parting as she lets her father just keep talking.

“You deserve better. Better than him. I want you with someone who will keep you safe and love you… always put your needs before his own. That’s what you deserve, baby.

” He lightly touches her cheek. “You want someone who’s going to build you up.

McAvoy will only tear you down, lead you astray.

You’ve been through enough trauma in your life. ”

Nylah dips her chin, swallowing again, and I can’t fucking watch this.

She’s buying into everything he’s saying right now.

Look at her face.

I’m worth fighting for, yet she’s not arguing one ounce of her father’s shit?

It’s not shit when it’s fucking true.

My insides coil, and I stalk away from the rest of their conversation. My old friend fury whips up a quick storm in my belly as I bolt out of the library, ready to unleash a little hell.

Fuck them!

Fuck Coach and his bullshit comments about being proud of me.

Fuck Nylah for telling me she loved me in the first place.

Of course she’s gonna side with her dad. He’s her trusted guardian, right? I bet he’s never let her down, pushed her away… killed a guy.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I turn away from my next class and make a beeline for my bike.

Fuck school.

All I need right now is a decent drink!