Page 45 of Desert Heat

“Because, baby… next time you call me Daddy, it’ll be so loud, it’ll echo through the woods.”

“You think you’re scoring tonight, huh?”

“I know I am. Especially since I have about a dozen marks on my back still stinging from the way your nails dug in when I went down on your before sliding my bid daddy cock all up in you after class yesterday.

I sucked in my breath, wanting him again.

Right now.

It’s been a few weeks since the night after the hayride. Being with Hunter is better than anything I’d ever fantasized about. The man in hung, jacked, attentive and sexy smart.

Every girl on campus shoots me serious jealous side eye. Especially since Hunter’s always touching me, whether it be brushing a lock of hair off my face as we sit side by side in lecture hall. Or lacing our fingers together as we walk through campus.

The man has hardly ever left my side.

Not that I’m complaining.

Tank and Brandi have privacy at his dorm room with Hunter always at my place.

It’s working out for us all.

So far.

If I don’t screw it up by telling him the truth—that I’m not some smart, elegantly dressed collegiate girl.

I’m the daughter of a drop out who is the Prez of an MC out in he desert. My dad buries bodies for a living. I’m hardly the type of girl you bring home to meet your mother. Not that Hunter ever mentions his own family.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I smile back at Brandi, looking up from my laptop. “I was just going to text you. Hunter wants to meet up at the game later. Mind if we pregame at your place since it’s closer to the stadium?”

“Sure,” she waggles her brows. “Haven’t seen much of you since you and your big guy finally started getting it on.”

“Yeah, he’s pretty awesome.”

“They both are. Tank’s coming home with me for Thanksgiving break.”

My brow rose. “You’re already at the meet the family stage?”

She shrugs. “I’m not letting this one off my line. I finally reeled in the big one. Babies and ballers, eh?”

“Tank is so talented, I totally see him getting drafted…”

“I hate to dim the stars in your eyes, Brandi. But we are hardly a D1 powerhouse football school.”

“I know,” she sighs. “But have you seen him in his tight football pants? I just want to run out on the field and grab his buns.”

My eyes roll. Twice. “I’ll pay you $200 just to watch you do that. He’d be so pissed. The stadium would go crazy, though.”

“I’m so happy. He’s good to me, too. Did I tell you he came over, took all my laundry back to his rental and did it all. He even folded my underwear.”

“Damn, Tank’s totally a keeper.”

“If any of those prissy sorority types even call out his number tonight, I swear I’ll cut a bitch.”

“Well, I have the knife.” I took out the blade I keep in my boot.

Her eyes widened. “You are a tough bitch. Glad you are on my side.”

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