to do it weekly. They were idiots to risk NCAA drug testing.
She slipped through the door and closed it quietly behind her. Waving the smoke out of her face, she took a deep breath through her mouth and held her breath as she walked down the dark unlit hall to the dim living room.
People were standing, chatting and eating in the kitchen. Jani waved to Carter’s roommate in the kitchen and continued on to the living room to find Carter.
A group of people sat around in a circle passing some kind of pipe bong looking thing. Jani stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move as she watched Carter reach out and take the pot stick from a pretty blonde sitting beside him. He had no shirt on, just his goggles around his neck. The girl ran a perfectly manicured hand over his chest and leaned in to kiss him.
Jani sucked in a sharp breath. She didn’t know what to do. Run away or call his name and catch him in the act. She’d just driven all the way to NYU and back and this was how he repaid her?
Carter’s head turned in her direction. He’d probably heard her gasp.
She gave him a dirty look and shook her head before turning to stomp away. She sighed and muttered, “Ass-hat.” He had been the one smoking pot in the sauna a couple weeks ago. She had just been too blind to figure it out.
“Jani.”
She heard her name but didn’t stop to see if Carter was following her.
“Jani!” A strong set of long fingers touched her shoulder. “Wait. Please.”
She closed her eyes and slowly inhaled and exhaled through her nose. “What?”
“I didn’t know you were here.”
She spun around and imagined her face red with anger. Her hands went instantly to her hips. “So then it’s okay to kiss some random girl if I don’t know about it?” She huffed. He had hurt her and it made her mad. She leaned in to hiss at him, “I freakin’ drove to NYU to watch you race! You’re an ass!”
“I didn’t kiss–I don’t even know who she is! She kissed me!”
“You sure didn’t make any effort to stop her. I was right there!” People were popping their head around the kitchen doorway to see what the commotion was about. “Nice shirt, by the way.” She pointed at his bare chest.
Carter ran his hand through his hair. “The guys took my shirt. It’s a swim thing. Top swimmer has to go shirtless. You wouldn’t get it.”
“No. I don’t.” She hiked her backpack that had fallen back up on her shoulder. “I’m going home.”
He grabbed her hands and pulled her tight against him so her breasts brushed his chest and her hips crushed against his. “Don’t. Please. Stay.”
She hated that her body tingled and grew warm from his touch. She was mad at him. How could her body react like some hoe-bag? She tried to ignore her body but she didn’t pull her hands out of his or try to move away. “I drove up to NYU to watch you race. I’m an idiot.”
“No, you’re not. That was super sweet of you.” He dropped his head to catch her gaze, refusing to let her look away. His lips teased her with a sexy smile. “Come back to the living room with me. You can sit on my lap.”
And look like the dumb, small town girlfriend who let her star swimming boyfriend get away with anything? A slight movement in between his thighs pressed against her low abs. She blinked and hesitated, forgetting what she was going to say when his growing erection distracted her.
He bent his head down and brought his lips hungrily against hers.
She thought she tasted the pot in his mouth but couldn’t be sure if it was from the smell in the air. She didn’t want to enjoy his kiss, she was supposed to be mad at him. He’d lied to her about smoking and he’d let some other girl kiss him. And now his lips were on hers, his tongue in her mouth, and his hands pressed hard against her hips to crush them tight against his.
When he slowly pulled his mouth away from hers, he kept his forehead pressed against hers. “I PB’d today,” he whispered, a
She slipped through the door and closed it quietly behind her. Waving the smoke out of her face, she took a deep breath through her mouth and held her breath as she walked down the dark unlit hall to the dim living room.
People were standing, chatting and eating in the kitchen. Jani waved to Carter’s roommate in the kitchen and continued on to the living room to find Carter.
A group of people sat around in a circle passing some kind of pipe bong looking thing. Jani stood frozen in the doorway, unable to move as she watched Carter reach out and take the pot stick from a pretty blonde sitting beside him. He had no shirt on, just his goggles around his neck. The girl ran a perfectly manicured hand over his chest and leaned in to kiss him.
Jani sucked in a sharp breath. She didn’t know what to do. Run away or call his name and catch him in the act. She’d just driven all the way to NYU and back and this was how he repaid her?
Carter’s head turned in her direction. He’d probably heard her gasp.
She gave him a dirty look and shook her head before turning to stomp away. She sighed and muttered, “Ass-hat.” He had been the one smoking pot in the sauna a couple weeks ago. She had just been too blind to figure it out.
“Jani.”
She heard her name but didn’t stop to see if Carter was following her.
“Jani!” A strong set of long fingers touched her shoulder. “Wait. Please.”
She closed her eyes and slowly inhaled and exhaled through her nose. “What?”
“I didn’t know you were here.”
She spun around and imagined her face red with anger. Her hands went instantly to her hips. “So then it’s okay to kiss some random girl if I don’t know about it?” She huffed. He had hurt her and it made her mad. She leaned in to hiss at him, “I freakin’ drove to NYU to watch you race! You’re an ass!”
“I didn’t kiss–I don’t even know who she is! She kissed me!”
“You sure didn’t make any effort to stop her. I was right there!” People were popping their head around the kitchen doorway to see what the commotion was about. “Nice shirt, by the way.” She pointed at his bare chest.
Carter ran his hand through his hair. “The guys took my shirt. It’s a swim thing. Top swimmer has to go shirtless. You wouldn’t get it.”
“No. I don’t.” She hiked her backpack that had fallen back up on her shoulder. “I’m going home.”
He grabbed her hands and pulled her tight against him so her breasts brushed his chest and her hips crushed against his. “Don’t. Please. Stay.”
She hated that her body tingled and grew warm from his touch. She was mad at him. How could her body react like some hoe-bag? She tried to ignore her body but she didn’t pull her hands out of his or try to move away. “I drove up to NYU to watch you race. I’m an idiot.”
“No, you’re not. That was super sweet of you.” He dropped his head to catch her gaze, refusing to let her look away. His lips teased her with a sexy smile. “Come back to the living room with me. You can sit on my lap.”
And look like the dumb, small town girlfriend who let her star swimming boyfriend get away with anything? A slight movement in between his thighs pressed against her low abs. She blinked and hesitated, forgetting what she was going to say when his growing erection distracted her.
He bent his head down and brought his lips hungrily against hers.
She thought she tasted the pot in his mouth but couldn’t be sure if it was from the smell in the air. She didn’t want to enjoy his kiss, she was supposed to be mad at him. He’d lied to her about smoking and he’d let some other girl kiss him. And now his lips were on hers, his tongue in her mouth, and his hands pressed hard against her hips to crush them tight against his.
When he slowly pulled his mouth away from hers, he kept his forehead pressed against hers. “I PB’d today,” he whispered, a
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