Free Johnny Deeper: A Sports Romance by Tabatha Kiss

“Are you okay?”
    I try to ignore the firm stroke inching in and out of me. “Of course,” I laugh. “I skipped breakfast today. Just a bit hungry, I think.”
    Zach points a stern finger at me. “Take care of yourself. I need you sharp.”
    “Yes, sir.” I chew on my lip, feeling that familiar pleasure growing in me as John plays me like a damn drum.
    Dr. Zach leans back in his chair and I try not to moan. “So, are you doing okay? No classes giving you a headache? We haven’t had a chance to talk about your studies lately.”
    I breathe deep to quell the storm inside. “Oh, my classes are great. No complaints here.”
    “And are you having fun?”
    “Uhh...” I laugh as John lays his thumb against my clit. “Yep.”
    “Good. Letting loose sometimes is just as important for you. Just remember to—”
    “Keep the keg stands to a minimum,” I spit. “Got it!”
    He stands up and pauses next to the door. “I’m really proud of you, Rose. You’re going to go on to do great things.”
    My thighs tremble. “Oh, I hope so.”
    I clench my jaw, keeping it together as he opens the door. 
    Dr. Zach waves. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
    “Bye, Dr. Zach.”
    As soon as the door is closed, I roll back the chair and slap John’s forehead. “Are you crazy?”
    He laughs and manages to keep his finger inside me. “A little, yeah.”
    I finally let myself moan quietly as he continues that firm grind in me. 
    “Do you want me to stop, Ms. Hawthorne?”
    I hesitate for far too long. “No...”
    “Good. Letting loose sometimes is just as important—”
    I slap his head again. “Shut up.”
    He laughs and intensifies the thrust, pushing me even closer to the edge. My muscles pulse around his finger, sending pleasure through my spine and I dig my nails into the arm of the chair. 
    I bite my lip as I come for him. “Johnny...”
    He smiles wider as he feels my body submitting to his will. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
    I cover my red face with my hands as he leans in to kiss my inner thighs. “We can’t keep doing this, Johnny.”
    “I know…” He rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth. “But we will.”

 
    Chapter 13
    John
     
    I need to start drinking more coffee in the evenings… especially if I’m going to keep having so much sex in the middle of the day.
    Not that I’m complaining or anything, but satisfying Rose Hawthorne is a little on the exhausting side — in the best possible way. Luckily, there’s a coffee cart stationed at every corner of this university and I’m going to need to refuel if I want to make it through my last class of the day.
    I wait in line, scanning the crowd around me until I catch sight of that douchebag man bun about three people ahead of me. So greasy, yet fluffy. It’s like Douglas doesn’t even wash it. I swear, if he wasn’t so ripped, he probably wouldn’t get any pussy at all.
    He’s talking to a girl ahead of him. I can just make out the top of her head; petite, blonde—
    Rose.
    I blink, shaking my head, waiting for her features to blend into Stephanie Gomez again but they never quite do. First, Stephanie doesn’t wear glasses. Second, she also wears too much make-up and she’s not nearly as gorgeous as Rose is.
    Nope. It’s definitely Rose. Douglas fucking Floyd is talking to Rose Hawthorne ten feet away from me and she’s—
    Smiling. She’s smiling .
    Oh, hell no.
    I try to inch in closer and hear what he’s saying, but I can just make out the dull thrum of his voice on the air. That soft, cool way of speaking just above a whisper when you want to show a girl that she’s got your complete, undivided attention.
    I know it because I fucking invented it .
    Rose turns away from him to order her coffee and I push down the urge to rip his stupid hair off his head.
    Douglas gazes over his shoulder, somehow linked directly to my presence and he flashes me a quick wave and smile. I return the gesture with a head nod.
    Asshole.
    She