Silence falls. The only thing I hear is my own mental counting. Four. Three. Two. One. I get rid of the metal bar. It hits the rack with a clatter, and I exhale while blinking up at the ceiling. I lay motionless, wishing the room's fan was stronger. I stink. "Good job," Jason tells me and d
Michelle My stomach is tied in a tight bundle of nerves. Maddox is walking ahead of me, holding up the door to the fraternity house. A carpet is rolled out on the cobblestones outside. It's yellow—just like the color of Maddox football pants. It somehow adds to my nerves. I feel like I'm visiti
It must be the alcohol... There is plenty on the table, and some of these guys are entirely red in the face. Yeah, they must be drunk. Yet even with that knowledge, I'm freaking out. I'm not used to being around this many men at once. And these are BIG men. Like they have muscles on top of muscles,
Michelle I've had too many drinks and shots. I'm dizzy, but like, not nauseous. It's more like I won't stop smiling. I feel funny. I think I'm giggling; I'm not a hundred percent sure. Maddox is drunk too and leads me into his bedroom. His friends have all passed out inside the frat house. There i
I don't think I've ever been this horny in my entire life... Maddox's pecs are turning me on so much. I run my thumbs over his hardened nipples, loving how his nostrils flare in response. "It's taking every ounce of self-control not to just plow into you, fuck the ever-loving hell out of you." I
Michelle I wake up wrapped in Maddox's strong arms. His snoring fills the room, and his erection is pressing against my naked butt. Heat spreads between my cheeks at the same time my pussy clenches. Oh boy. My body is ready for round two. I'm hot and bothered, and holy shit—I can't believe I had
"No, but thank you for the offer." He smiles at me, and I try to bat away each one of the butterflies swarming my chest. Maddox has a great smile, even if the grumpy guy hardly ever shows it. There are hints of dimples, and his eyes are so blue I could drown in them. So gorgeous... We stare at ea
Maddox Usually, I can always keep my head cool. During a game that I know, we are losing? No problem. After being tackled by a dude my fellow teammates couldn't take down on the field? No problem. But when Jason and the other guys are talking to Michelle? I'm having trouble whisking eggs in peace