I let the water run down my chest, sighing to myself. My mind wandered back to earlier when I’d had Avery alone in the study room. I loved the way she had looked around with that annoyed expression on her face, and the way she had bitten her lip when I’d talked dirty to her.
I knew she loved hearing it. And truthfully, I wanted to feel her body again. I’d been thinking about it since the second we parted ways, but I had just been too busy with school and football to really pursue it.
Now that she was back in my life, though, maybe now was the time to try to taste her again.
I let the sweat run off my body as my cock got hard just thinking about her. I turned the water off finally when I was finished washing, trying to get her out of my head.
I couldn’t worry about fucking her right now. I had to worry about money.
In that moment, I had an idea. Well, not exactly my idea, but an idea anyway. It was a stupid idea, a desperate idea, but it was all that I had.
Maybe a loan wasn’t such a terrible idea after all. I was going to make a lot of money soon enough, if the scouts could all be trusted. Even if I wasn’t picked high in the draft, I could still make a good living as a backup or even as a third string somewhere.
A damn good living. Definitely good enough to pay back some loans. I was living for free and I had no debt yet.
Maybe this was the time to really grow up. First step in that was taking out a little loan just to get my life started.
Fortunately, I knew just who to call.
6
Avery
I couldn’t stop thinking about Gibson as I went to class later that day. The way he had looked at me in that study room, his mouth parted slightly in a knee-shaking grin, the way his body had leaned toward me, it all drove me absolutely wild. I didn’t want to give him what he wanted, though, even if I wanted the same thing.
He was just so cocky, so privileged. Everything was handed to Gibson Evans, famous college football player. Maybe I was going to have his baby, but he wasn’t going to have me too.
Class dragged by. I could barely listen to the professor as he went over our final projects. We were supposed to think of an experiment we could perform, something to do with the human body, and write a paper on it by the end of the semester. It was way too early to be thinking about that, though. I had more pressing things.
Like Gibson, pressing me up against the base of the statue, his mouth on my neck, his hands down my panties. I’d moan into his kiss as he pressed his fingers deep inside me, sending shivers of pleasure along my spine.
I found myself blushing as I left class. Gibson working my body was on my mind no matter what I did.
Back home, I quickly got into the shower. I had to meet Gibson in an hour, and I hadn’t picked out what I wanted to wear yet.
I felt like I was in and out of my closet maybe fifty times before I finally settled on something simple: a pair of tight black jeans and a tight gray T-shirt. I didn’t know what Gibson thought this was, but I didn’t want him to think I was trying too hard. Still, I wanted to look good.
I finally emerged from my bedroom with fifteen minutes to spare. Harper looked up from the couch.
“I thought you’d never leave,” she said.
“How do I look?”
“Pregnant.” She grinned. “And hot as fuck.”
“Thanks.” I sighed. “It’s weird, but I’m nervous.”
“What’s there to be nervous about? You’re already having his baby.”
I gave her a look while she laughed at her own joke.
“See you later,” I said, and left the apartment.
She had a good point though. I had no reason to be nervous. Whether or not this went well, I was still having Gibson’s baby, and nothing was going to change that. If he was serious about stepping up and being a part of the baby’s life, then he was going to do that no matter what.
I felt a little better as I made my way back to campus, riding my bike. I parked and locked it with just enough time to make it to the statue.
Gibson was leaning up against the stone, his arms crossed, when I approached. He smiled and stood up straight as I walked up to him.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey yourself.” He smirked at me. “You look fucking nice.”
“You look okay yourself.”
He was wearing a pair of jeans and a tight athletic T-shirt that sort of clung to his muscles and made his chest look amazing.
“I always look nice,” he said. “Come on. Let’s go.”
He started walking and I had to hurry to catch up. “Where are we going?”
“Dominick’s,” he said. “Ever been?”
“No,” I said honestly. Dom’s was a bar on campus that was pretty strict about carding. By the time it was legal for me to go, I just had no interest in it anymore. The place was usually absolutely mobbed, and there was almost always a line outside waiting to get in.