Page 45 of Off Limits

“I’m definitely not a saint.”

She hums thoughtfully. “I suppose your performance last night would indicate otherwise.” Autumn gave us the room again. She’s been doing that a lot this last week, actually, and I feel kinda bad. But I’m not sure what else to do. According to Ellie, Autumn doesn’t mind. So as long as this arrangement is working for everyone, I’m not going to change it. Especially when it means Ellie coming on my tongue and my cock on a regular basis. “Saints are supposed to be celibate, aren’t they?” she asks coyly.

“I have no idea. I’m not Catholic.” Even discussing celibacy can’t wipe the smile from my face. Ever since we got together, I’ve been walking around wearing a stupid grin on my face all the damn time. I keep trying to fight it back so everyone doesn’t think I’ve gone off the deep end, but it’s tough.

Except for last weekend. That was the first time I really resented having to be out of town for an away game. I wanted to spend the weekend with Ellie, not in a bus full of farting football players with no privacy. We texted, but kept it PG because I didn’t want to risk anyone getting ahold of my phone and finding sexts with Ellie. And I just have her as E in my phone so that it’s not so obvious who I’m talking to if Cal ever happens to see her texting me. I hate that the subterfuge is necessary, but I don’t for one second regret spending time with Ellie.

“Me either,” she says with the air of thoughtful distraction I’ve already gotten used to. Her brain goes on lots of tangents that often end in entertaining places. But I’m still not quite satisfied with the answer to whether or not she’ll be coming to my game this weekend.

“Will you?” I ask again.

“Will I what? Become celibate in hopes of one day becoming a saint? Nah. I don’t really see the benefit of sainthood. You don’t even get to become a saint until after you die anyway, so what’s the point, really?”

I splutter out a laugh, not quite sure if she genuinely thought that’s what I was asking or if she’s deliberately avoiding the question. “No. I’m really glad you’re not planning on becoming celibate in a bid for posthumous sainthood. I’m asking about my game. Will you really go with Autumn on Saturday?”

She hums. “You know, I really like how you toss out big words like posthumous at the drop of a hat. It’s a big turn on.”

“I’m glad.” I pitch my voice in the low register that I know makes her shiver, especially when I hold her close and talk softly right in her ear. The way that raises goosebumps on her neck and shoulders is delightful, especially when I do it while she’s riding my cock. Aaand now I’m hard in the student center, and I still don’t know if my girlfriend will come to my game or not. I turn away from the main room and face the corner.

She sighs. “Yes,” she says at last. “I’ll come to your game. I’d just like it on record that football games really aren’t my thing. And the forecast is calling for rain on Saturday afternoon.”

“You really don’t like football?” I ask. “Or did you just decide you don’t like it because your brother plays?” Of course with the way he treats her, who can blame her?

“No,” she says. “I don’t find it that interesting. Or at least I never have before. Maybe it is partly because of Cal, but standing in the cold and watching random dudes fight over a weird leather ball is less appealing than staying inside where it’s dry and warm and watching a movie. No offense.”

A wide smile takes over my face. “None taken.”

“But it’s obviously important to you that I come,” she continues, a smile warming her voice, “so I will. And if Cal sees me and gives me shit, I’ll just say that Autumn dragged me along. And I’m not going to wear your number, because that would be too obvious. I don’t know what you’ve been telling him, but it’s clearly not raising his suspicions, and I want to keep it that way for both our sakes. He might be a clueless dummy sometimes, but he’s not a complete idiot.”

I chuckle at her assessment of her brother. “Good point.”

“What are you doing right now?” she asks, her voice turning sultry.

Biting back a groan, I stuff my hand in my pocket to adjust myself. “I was planning on working on homework for an hour or so before my next class, but now I have a ratherhardproblem distracting me.”

“Oh? What’s that?”

I let out a strangled laugh. She sounds so innocent that I’m not sure if she actually missed my meaning or if she’s playing. But then she starts giggling, and I know she’s well aware of my issue.

“I might have a solution for you.”

I hum thoughtfully, imagining a variety of ways for her to solve this problem. “I’m sure you do. Unfortunately, your roommate is sitting in the other room listening in on your half of the conversation, so I’m not sure that would work.”

“Welllll …” It’s gotten quiet enough around me that I can hear the rustle of fabric, and I’m imagining her lying in her bed. Naked. And that’s not helping my dick calm down at all. “For one thing, if Autumn wants to listen, why should that stop us? Maybe she gets off on being an auditory voyeur.”

“Does she?” My voice is practically a croak. I clear my throat, and repeat my question in a firmer, lower voice. “Does she?”

Ellie’s sexy chuckle fills my head and sends even more blood rushing south. I didn’t think that was possible. “I don’t know. Why? Does that turn you on?”

All I can do is grunt in response. Does it? For some reason, the answer is hell yes. But does that mean I want to act on it? That I’m not so sure about.

Ellie hums. “She actually just left, so it’s kind of a moot point for now.”

“I’ll be there in five.”

Another warm laugh. “Where even are you?”

“Student center.” But not for long. I’m already heading for the door on the side that leads to Ellie’s dorm, my long strides eating up the ground separating me from her.

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