Page 30 of Free Fall

“Now,” he says, his voice hardening.

“Fine,” I say. I pull the jersey over my head right there in the hallway and then throw it at him. “Happy? Jesus.”

His eyes zero in on my chest. Typical male. He whips his shirt off and throws it at me. “Put this on.”

His nostrils flare. I go to tug it over my head, and I’m suddenly doused with the smells of Reid Parker, a sweet, musky scent that makes me breathe in deep.

As soon as his shirt is pulled over me and draping toward my mid-thigh, I look up at him. I ogle his pecs up close, tugging on my bottom lip with my teeth.Typical female.

Reid is a specimen of athleticism. He’s gorgeous, has the perfect body, with the attitude to match.

“Anything else you need me to do?” I ask, my voice clocked in annoyance even though I’m anything but right now.

“Yeah, you wear a player’s jersey like that, you suck his cock. That’s the rule.” He slinks forward until my back hits the hallway wall. “You got that.”

My heart starts pounding like mad in my chest. He places one hand by my head and towers over me. I’m surrounded by his scent now. He’s in front of me and on me. There’s a feral nature to his eyes that send a yearning through my core. I don’t know what Reid is thinking about behind those green eyes, but I like it. I like it a whole lot. “I-I didn’t know.”

His free hand moves between us. “I can tell. Should I make you? Now that you know, I mean?” He’s not really asking me. He’s asking himself, so I don’t bother answering. His body starts to shift, and it’s only then that I realize he’s stroking himself right there in the hallway in front of me.

My pussy clenches. My eyes drift down, and I get a glimpse of him that makes my heart stutter.

“Eyes up here, Briar,” he snaps.

I do as he says, squeezing my back against the wall some more and planting my palms on the wall as I stare into his eyes.

His breathing ratchets up, and his movements become more pronounced. He groans. “Oh, fuck.”

I suck my lips between my teeth and groan with him. Every nerve ending I have in my body is fired up. Heat patches blaze all over my skin.

“The only way this would be better is if you were on your knees, your lips—”

“Around you?” I ask. “Taking your length inside my hot mouth.”

All I see are his pupils. His eyes are like big, black circles. His body shutters a couple times with his climax, then his other palm grips the wall as he leans forward over me. “Next time you pay the price, Briar.”

He leaves with that. I look down to see his cum spilled between my feet on the floor. I drop my head back against the wall. I think next time I’d enjoy paying the price. My entire body flushes red as I stare up at the ceiling.

Lex comes around the corner then. “You okay?”

I nod and swallow at the same time. “I’m good.”

“Come on, I’ll take you home.”

“Briar’s not going home,” Reid calls from somewhere in the house. Then, he comes into view, drying his hands on a hand towel. “I believe someone has homework to catch up on and since I told her mother last night that we all stayed up late to help Briar do her work and then it got too late to take her home, I’m sure she doesn’t want to make a liar out of me.”

I’ve been wondering why my mother hadn’t called freaking out. When I ran away before, I got calls from her almost every thirty minutes.

I look from him to the spilled cum. If my mother only knew about the boy trying to help her.

“Get your bag and get to work, Briar. No fucking excuses.”

“Bag’s already out on the kitchen island,” Cade calls out.

I look both Lex and Reid in the eyes. Neither one of them is going to budge. I’m not getting out of here without their say. Walking forward, I step over Reid’s release like it didn’t even happen and push past him to sit in front of my bookbag. I can’t believe the three jocks are telling me to do my homework. Not that these three are the typical jocks you see on TV. They’ve always kept decent grades. The teachers don’t have to mess with their grade books just to give them passing averages so they can play. No, they take their position on the team seriously. They make sure they have the right to play both academically and physically. They study, they do their homework, and they attend practices with workouts on top of that. I remember my brother coming over to Reid’s house during the early summer for a makeshift football camp. They ran drills, upped their skill level. They pushed themselves to be this good by themselves.

With that thought, I crack open my first book and get to reading. A folder is slipped next to me. Lex nods. “I took the liberty of making sure you had every assignment you need to turn in.”

For being only the third week of school, it’s surprising how much there is to do. It’s because I’m still on the accelerated track. I’m taking college level courses where the work is no joke.

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