me, and I turn to see the brand new, gleaming black and chrome Escalade parked behind me with the blue and white Hawks mascot painted on the back fender.
He’s grinning and jangling a set of keys as I turn back to him.
“Tell me the University didn’t actually buy you a freaking car.”
“Aww now don’t make me a liar, Hails. Besides, the University could never.”
I shake my head and he grins. “Alumni boosters, baby.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“No, that’s a sports program that brings in forty million a year in revenue for this fine academic institution, darlin.” He flashes me that grin again. “I’m just the headlining act.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Are you kidding me? How is that even okay?”
Dalton throws his hands up. “Hey, I’m just a dumb jock, what do I know?”
I give him a look.
“Hop in, red.”
“I’d rather walk, blondie. ”
“I’ve been known to be pretty good for a ride, you know.”
I roll my eyes. “I’d rather crawl. ”
Dalton flashes a grin at me. “That would put you on your hands and knees.” He winks at me. “I could get behind that.”
My face burns red, and I hate that he gets to me like that. I hate that I allow him to have this effect on me.
I’m saved - in a way - as another group of giggling, ridiculous girls comes running up to fawn all over Dalton.
“Try not to be late for dinner, Hails,” he calls after me over their heads, grinning as I turn and start walking away.
“Try not to catch anything on the way home, Dalton,” I shoot back over my shoulder as I storm away from him and his giggling, gushing mob of girls.
14
Dalton
“ C an I help you ?”
Hailey looks up with a slight frown as I knock on the open door of her bedroom at Mom’s house. This house came with the Dean position she took last year, and it’s amazing how little of it I’ve actually explored outside of the kitchen and my own guest house spot above the garage. Hailey’s room is on the far side of the house, barely decorated, and filled with stacks of moving boxes.
“Uh , yes? ”
I snap my attention back to Hailey, sitting cross-legged on the edge of her bed, her hair piled up on top of her head with tendrils hanging down around her face. Her black glasses are perched on the freckled bridge of her nose, her soft lips wrapped around the pen in her hand she’s been chewing on.
Shit .
I’ve spent the entire afternoon after my shower trying to shake my head clear of her. Even after bumping into her back at school, I’ve been a damned monk in trying to clear my head of all the dirty, filthy things I’d like to do with her - how much I’d like to claim her.
How much I’d like to watch her come for me.
And I’ve actually been doing pretty okay in those efforts - that is, until the sight of her sitting cross-legged in those cutoff jeans - no makeup, messy hair, and wearing a t-shirt with fucking Darth Vader on it.
I mean, seriously.
My eyes drop to those long, lean legs of hers curled up beneath her, and then up to those wet, soft lips wrapped around the end of the ballpoint pen in her mouth.
And fuck if I’m not right back to being hard as damn stone.
I want to run my hands all the way up those legs and spread them wide. I want to peel those shorts off her tight little ass, bend her over, and drag my tongue across that sweet pussy. I glance back to the pen, and I want to pull it from her mouth and see if those lips look as hot wrapped around my shaft while her tongue swirls around my head.
“ Dalton , can I help you?”
I blink and force the thoughts of sinking my cock between Hailey’s thighs from my head, and I grin. “Yeah, darlin, I thought we’d go over your wardrobe.”
She frowns. “My wardr- oh .” She trails off with a heavy sigh and a roll of her eyes as it clicks. “I’m pretty sure we’ve been over the fact that my wardrobe is none of your concern, Dalton,” she says hastily, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“Oh but
He’s grinning and jangling a set of keys as I turn back to him.
“Tell me the University didn’t actually buy you a freaking car.”
“Aww now don’t make me a liar, Hails. Besides, the University could never.”
I shake my head and he grins. “Alumni boosters, baby.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“No, that’s a sports program that brings in forty million a year in revenue for this fine academic institution, darlin.” He flashes me that grin again. “I’m just the headlining act.”
I wrinkle my nose. “Are you kidding me? How is that even okay?”
Dalton throws his hands up. “Hey, I’m just a dumb jock, what do I know?”
I give him a look.
“Hop in, red.”
“I’d rather walk, blondie. ”
“I’ve been known to be pretty good for a ride, you know.”
I roll my eyes. “I’d rather crawl. ”
Dalton flashes a grin at me. “That would put you on your hands and knees.” He winks at me. “I could get behind that.”
My face burns red, and I hate that he gets to me like that. I hate that I allow him to have this effect on me.
I’m saved - in a way - as another group of giggling, ridiculous girls comes running up to fawn all over Dalton.
“Try not to be late for dinner, Hails,” he calls after me over their heads, grinning as I turn and start walking away.
“Try not to catch anything on the way home, Dalton,” I shoot back over my shoulder as I storm away from him and his giggling, gushing mob of girls.
14
Dalton
“ C an I help you ?”
Hailey looks up with a slight frown as I knock on the open door of her bedroom at Mom’s house. This house came with the Dean position she took last year, and it’s amazing how little of it I’ve actually explored outside of the kitchen and my own guest house spot above the garage. Hailey’s room is on the far side of the house, barely decorated, and filled with stacks of moving boxes.
“Uh , yes? ”
I snap my attention back to Hailey, sitting cross-legged on the edge of her bed, her hair piled up on top of her head with tendrils hanging down around her face. Her black glasses are perched on the freckled bridge of her nose, her soft lips wrapped around the pen in her hand she’s been chewing on.
Shit .
I’ve spent the entire afternoon after my shower trying to shake my head clear of her. Even after bumping into her back at school, I’ve been a damned monk in trying to clear my head of all the dirty, filthy things I’d like to do with her - how much I’d like to claim her.
How much I’d like to watch her come for me.
And I’ve actually been doing pretty okay in those efforts - that is, until the sight of her sitting cross-legged in those cutoff jeans - no makeup, messy hair, and wearing a t-shirt with fucking Darth Vader on it.
I mean, seriously.
My eyes drop to those long, lean legs of hers curled up beneath her, and then up to those wet, soft lips wrapped around the end of the ballpoint pen in her mouth.
And fuck if I’m not right back to being hard as damn stone.
I want to run my hands all the way up those legs and spread them wide. I want to peel those shorts off her tight little ass, bend her over, and drag my tongue across that sweet pussy. I glance back to the pen, and I want to pull it from her mouth and see if those lips look as hot wrapped around my shaft while her tongue swirls around my head.
“ Dalton , can I help you?”
I blink and force the thoughts of sinking my cock between Hailey’s thighs from my head, and I grin. “Yeah, darlin, I thought we’d go over your wardrobe.”
She frowns. “My wardr- oh .” She trails off with a heavy sigh and a roll of her eyes as it clicks. “I’m pretty sure we’ve been over the fact that my wardrobe is none of your concern, Dalton,” she says hastily, pushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
“Oh but
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