Long: A Secret Baby Sports Romance(59)

I didn’t linger. I took my measurements and got out of that apartment before I did something stupid. I went right to the library, wanting to get an early start.

I tried to concentrate on starting my biology project, but every time I looked at the data, I just kept thinking about Gibson. I kept seeing Gibson without his shirt on, his tattoos and his muscles, and that cocky way he looked at me.

Gibson could read my body. Even though I tried to push him away, he knew that I really wanted to pull him close. Flashes of his skin against mine, his cock deep between my legs, the dirty things he said to me kept coming to me as I tried to study.

By noon, I was frustrated. I couldn’t get anything done. It was like Gibson was standing over my shoulder, whispering things in my ear.

Which was why I couldn’t help myself. I took out my phone and sent Gibson a text.

“What are you doing?” I asked him.

He got back to me a few minutes later. “Not much. Hynes is still hungover.”

“I’m at the library right now.”

“Looking for a study break?”

“Maybe. I keep thinking about last night.”

“About how you left me hard as fucking hell?”

“You’re the one who left.”

“True, but you got what you wanted. I wasn’t going to stick around.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“I know. I’m just teasing you. We both know I could have had more of that pussy if I wanted.”

“I can’t believe Harper almost caught us.”

“Sure you can. We both know that makes you wet. You fucking like almost getting caught.”

“No! No way.”

“Okay. Pretend if you want. Where in the library?”

“Remember where you saw me last time?”

“Sure. Be there soon.”

“Wait, hold on. I need to study more.”

I bit my lip, looking at the screen, but he didn’t respond.

I leaned back in my chair and sighed. I knew I shouldn’t have texted him. I knew as soon as I told him where I was that he’d be on his way, and I knew what he wanted. I didn’t have time for this. I needed to get some work done.

But I couldn’t help myself. I knew what I was doing, because no matter how much I pretended, I really did want it. I wanted him to come to the library and carry me off to some dark corner where he could fuck me brainless.

That was really all I wanted, Gibson’s body pressed against mine, working me until I could barely breath. I wanted his taste, his body, everything about him.

I crossed my legs, dripping wet just thinking about him. I couldn’t help but chew on my pen as I tried to distract myself with some work. My heart was beating fast and I felt nervous as hell as I waited for him to come find me.

Fifteen minutes passed in agonizing anticipation. As I sat there, I kept picturing his body, lightly covered in sweat, his shirt stripped off. I loved how he let me do what I wanted to him whenever I collected his vitals. He always looked at me with that cocky, knowing smile as I touched his skin. It was as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. It was as if he knew that I wanted to get down on my knees and suck his cock like an obedient, dirty little girl.

There was something about having him as my specimen that completely drove me wild. Yet it wasn’t my control over him that I liked, but his total control over me. Even when I was the one taking measurements, he was the dominant force between us. His cocky smile, his dirty comments, everything worked to let me know that he was the one in control.

And that drove me wild. I loved how he was willing to show up at the library, knowing full well that I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted him to cover my mouth again, tell me to be quiet as he pushed his thick, long cock deep inside my tight little pussy.

I was practically buzzing with electricity when I spotted him walking through the stacks toward me. He stopped in front of me, a wicked little smile on his face.

I opened my mouth to say something, but he held up one finger to his lips. “Shh,” he said. “It’s a library.”

He reached down and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. He walked down between the stacks, heading toward the back corner of the library. I held his strong, broad hand and followed him, practically panting for him.

He came up to the athletic study room and opened the door. He flipped the lights on and then shut the door behind me. He pulled the shade down over the window and locked the door.

“Gibson,” I said, but he pushed me up against the door and put one hand over my mouth.

“I know why I’m here,” he whispered in my ear. “I know what you want from me.”

His lips were soft and delicious against my neck. He kept one hand over my mouth as the other unbuttoned my jeans and slowly slipped down beneath my panties.