Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 109505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 438(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Both our heads snap that way, watching as Neo backs out, a chick latched on to his body.
His foot bumps the diaper bag and he jerks to a stop, both their gazes slicing our way.
“Well, good morning.” Neo chuckles and the chick’s face, who I now realize is the reporter from yesterday’s game, turns pink. The girl slowly lowers her feet to the floor, glancing between the three of us, and Neo smirks, tossing something into the air.
My hand flies up on instinct, catching it in my palm.
It’s the spare key card to my hotel room, the one our team coordinator handed me when he passed them out to the team after yesterday’s game. His way of covering his own ass should someone see him skip over me and wonder why.
I glare and Neo’s smirk deepens.
“Hey, you passed out at the grill. It took three of us to get your ass into the car and out into Coach’s room last night. I loaned you a shoulder and you happily loaned me your room so I didn’t have to keep X up all night in mine.”
I fucking knew it.
My pulse quickens, my eyes snapping back to Meyer, but hers are frozen on my room door.
Neo grabs the girl by her hand and rushes down the hall, throwing a salute as he rounds the corner. “Hi, Meyer!”
But Meyer doesn’t say a word, she’s stuck, unmoving with the same open mouth expression she had on moments ago, her words lodged in her throat.
Slowly, she blinks, her shoulders falling as her muscles begin to give, and the base of Bailey’s car seat gently meets the floor.
Her eyes come back to mine, a sorrow building within them.
She shakes her head, at a loss for what to say. “Tobias, I—”
I jerk forward, take her neck in my palm, and smash my lips into hers.
Meyer’s muscles lock up, but only for a moment, and then every bit of her melts against me. She kisses me back.
It’s deep and distressed, as is the long, choppy inhale that follows, but when I push my tongue inside, she opens up for me, loosens up for me.
It’s like I can finally fucking breathe, her air providing whatever it is mine’s been missing.
She pushes up on her toes to get more of me, her arms wrapping around my neck in an attempt to get closer, so I help my baby out. I glide my palms from her ribs to her back, and when I tug her flush to me, she gasps.
I fumble with the diaper bag at her feet, not taking my mouth off hers as I toss it through her open door, and I bring my right hand to her back again, using caution as I grab Bailey’s car seat with my left. I lead us into Meyer’s room.
Nudging the chair out of the way, I set Bailey down, making sure the sleeping princess is facing away, and then drive my fingers into Meyer’s hair. I bend, lifting her legs up and set her on top of the small desk, and yank her to the edge so her hips are aligned with mine. My dick’s so hard it throbs, and I attempt to ease the pain by pressing it against what I know is a sweet, soft center.
A whimper tears from her throat and I’m ready to shred her shirt from her body, to reveal the skin I’ve fantasized about more times than I care to count.
“Fuck,” I pant, and her husky chuckle draws me right back.
I take her mouth again, biting at her lower lip, demanding my tongue’s entrance once more, and goddamn I could come just by fucking kissing her.
She’s silky and smooth and tastes like mine.
She is mine.
“Let me taste your skin, Tutor Girl.” I lean in and one of her palms slaps onto the wood beneath her, her head falling back with compliance, and when my heated breath fans along the underside of her jaw, a sharp gasp pushes past her lips.
A gasp that turns into a moan when my mouth falls to her neck, but I don’t kiss her right away.
I push the tip of my tongue out, flicking it against her. “You gonna shake for me, baby?”
Her thighs twitch and I know I’ve found my first sweet spot, a spot I’ll torture her with when she’s shaking and desperate and needy. For me. For more. For fucking all.
I kiss her there again and her back arches, pushing her chest into mine.
My dick throbs in my jeans. I’m a fucking rod, so solid I’m in literal fucking pain. I wince, seeking out the arc of her pussy, and she knows what I need. She shifts her hips, pushing as close as she can and rubbing along my hard cock.
Her legs come up then, wrapping around me in search of more.