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“God,” I said. “You always that desperate for it, Peachel? If that’s how you suck dick, I can’t imagine how you do other things.”

He lookedruined.

And strong.

But pretty, though, too.

How is he a ball of contradictions, all crossing over each other and combining into someone that can get my dick that hard?

He took a deep breath, turning his head to one side, a hint of his cocky attitude on display again.

“Don’t know, Gray,” he said. “Fuck me and you’ll find out.”

CHAPTER 5

ANDREW

“Beautiful, Peachel,” Coach Ennick said as I took another pass to the endzone. “Where was that during the last game?”

“Guess I save my best work for practice,” I said under my breath.

“What’s that?” Coach called over.

“Nothing,” I told him, making myself louder. “I’m bringing that energy to the next game. End of story.”

“Damn right,” Coach said.

Ever since I transferred into TNU, I liked that Coach had singled me out as a star player. He recognized the potential in me and brought it to life in a way that never happened at my last school.

I felt valued.

But I didn’t feel like I was providinganythingif I was losing games.

I could use the pressure as a fuel, getting me to perform. Pushing me to my limits. If I wasn’t giving everyone the results they wanted, though, I felt like shit until the next win.

The pressure was insideme, too.

Can’t go pro if you play like that.

And if you don’t go pro, you lose out on everything you’ve worked toward for your entire life.

Luckily, practice was smooth today. But I knew the reason I was catching like a breeze today was because of one blue-eyed, fucked-up reason.

Gray wasn’t here.

The spot at the edge of the field was empty other than my teammates running high-knees.

I had been under the impression that he’d be attending almost every game and practice from now on, but I’d showed up to find the field blissfully Gilman-free. I didn’t give a fuck why he couldn’t make it, but it felt like a gift from above.

It had been two days since I took his cock.

Shamelessly.

Drunk, maybe, but not nearly drunk enough to blame it on my blood alcohol content.

Yesterday, I chilled at home and shoved every memory of him out of my mind… other than the slight ache at the back of my throat from when I’d taken him deep. It was easy to pretend he’d just been any other random hookup when I was home alone yesterday, binging Netflix shows with the guys in the frat.

But I’d showed up to practice this morning like a cat with its back spiked up.