Long: A Secret Baby Sports Romance(65)

He smirked and kept lightening his weights. I tried to concentrate on the data streaming into my laptop from the heart rate monitor, but I kept glancing up at his muscles. He was clearly enjoying himself and was playing it up for me, lifting slowly and making faces.

I couldn’t help but smile. I wasn’t used to this side of Gibson. Normally he was so serious, but he suddenly seemed like he was letting down some kind of guard. He was actually really funny and lighthearted when you got past all that other crap.

And I was realizing more and more that everything else didn’t matter. I was pregnant with Gibson’s baby, and Gibson wanted me. As far as I was concerned, everything else was just a circus. All of the pressure he was under, the money and the fame, it was irrelevant to me. The only thing I cared about was him, the man in front of me lifting weights and making jokes.

That was the man I wanted. That was the only man I wanted, the one who made my heart skip beats in my chest.

He finished his initial routine and went through another one. I watched and took notes, taking down my data. An hour passed that way, and by the end Gibson was sweating and tired.

“Okay,” I said finally. “I think we’re done here.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I was just getting started.”

“I’m sure. I wouldn’t want to mess up your machine.”

“Good point. My coach would be very annoyed with you.”

“I’d get chased off campus with pitchforks and torches.”

He laughed. “Probably. They’d burn you as a witch.”

“This is Mater Dei after all.”

He was sitting on the bench press as I took the electrodes off his skin. My fingers pressed against his chest, and he reached up, taking my wrist.

“Did I hurt you?” I asked.

“No,” he said, looking at me with an intense expression I recognized. “You didn’t hurt me at all.”

“Gibson,” I said, but it was too late. He pulled me against him and kissed me hard.

I knew this was coming, and I could have been prepared, but as soon as he touched me, I was completely lost, taken by him. He had a way about him, and I couldn’t resist it.

He kissed me hard and began to unbutton my jeans.

“Someone could come in,” I said, shaking my head.

He pulled my jeans down over my hips, ignoring me. He kissed my stomach and slowly pulled my panties down.

“Gibson, remember the janitor?”

“How could I forget?” he murmured, kissing along my stomach and down toward my hipbones.

“He could come in,” I reminded him.

“He won’t,” Gibson said.

“How do you know?”

He looked up at me and grinned. “Because I gave him a twenty earlier and told him to ignore this room for as long as those doors were shut.”

I stared at him, shocked. “Gibson!”

He just grinned at me and pulled my panties down. I gasped and put my hands on his shoulders as his mouth found my pussy.

“Shit,” I said.

“Wet already,” he mumbled. “Just how I like you.”

“Oh god.” I bit my lip as he began to lick my clit, sucking at me. He wasn’t messing around as he ate me, starving and intense.

I couldn’t believe he had bribed the janitor. I shouldn’t have been surprised, since that was the sort of thing Gibson would do, but still. He had bribed a man because there was a chance Gibson would get my clothes off.

Or let’s be honest. There was more than a chance. As soon as Gibson took his shirt off and began lifting those weights, I was dripping wet and he knew it. There was no question that I’d be like putty in his hands, or his mouth.

Which was exactly what happened. He sucked and licked my clit, working me, his tongue rolling around my skin, and I just held on to his shoulders.

He tugged my jeans down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. He stripped my panties off and spread my legs wide. He grabbed my ass and pulled me against his mouth, kissing and sucking me.

I wouldn’t fight him even if I could. It just felt too damn good to try to stop it. His mouth knew exactly what I wanted and what felt right as he licked and worked me.

He suddenly pulled me down into his lap, my legs straddling him. He kissed my neck and my lips as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“You know what? All I do is think about how you taste,” he said softly in my ear. “All day long I think about it. I think about this pussy against my lips, the way you moan and squirm as I work you. I think about you slowly riding my cock.”

I reached down between his legs and found his cock, hard as hell in his gym shorts. I began to stroke him. “Oh yeah?”

“That’s right,” he said. “I think about every fucking inch of you.”