Page 68 of Game On

He kisses the spot below my ear. The bell rings above us, the halls growing quiet. Neither one of us moves. “Anything.”

“How come we haven’t gone any further than we have?”

He pulls away a little. “I just told you. You’re completely obsessed with basketball right now.”

I smile. That’s true, but that’s not what I was going for. “So,” I start. “If I told you to take your pants off right now, that I was ready for that, would you do it?”

“In school?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, though I can tell there’s definitely interest in his heated gaze.

“Pretend we were on your air hockey table. Would you have done what we started before your mom interrupted?”

He looks away, his throat working.

“Would you have kissed me there until I came?”

He turns back toward me. “What’s this about?”

I stare into his eyes. “Lake implied that you wouldn’t, that there’s a reason why only Alec has—”

Sloan drops his forehead to mine, breathing heavy. “Lake has a big fucking mouth.”

I close my eyes. I expected this. “So, he’s right? You can tell me, Sloan.”

He takes a deep breath. “It’s this pact we all made after…well, after camp one year.” He looks up at me, and I think I know exactly what summer he’s talking about. The summer Ryan said he pretended not to like me. “We all promised that a girl would never come between us, and that if we did anything with a girl, she’s fair game.”

“Fair game? As in once one of you has one, the rest of you can, too?” No wonder why I see the same girls around them all the time.

He nuzzles my neck. “It was never an issue until you showed up. Sex is one thing, but sex with someone you actually like is— Fuck, I don’t know how to explain it, Tessa. I’ve never truly liked the girls I’ve been with. Don’t be mad.”

I cup his cheek, and he pulls away to see my face. I can see his worry etched there, but I’m mostly still caught on the part that he’s never liked the girls he’s had sex with. It just seems crazy to me. “I’m not mad. I just wish someone other than Lake had told me about it.”

“Lake doesn’t get it. He thinks it’s ridiculous Alec and I are down to share. Using the other girls and passing them around was supposed to be a message that we don’t care, but it’s so different with you. The fact that I know Alec’s had his fingers inside you makes me so fucking jealous, but at the same time, I get it. I don’t blame him; I don’t blame you. I just want whatever you want to give me.”

My throat tightens, and I can’t help but smile. My hand curves around the back of his neck as I pull him toward me, sealing my lips to his. He makes a raw sound in the back of his throat as he starts to kiss me back. He grinds against me. His erection’s returned in full force. He keeps going, and my body responds, arching into his, trying to eke out every feeling I can get. “Fuck, Sloan. This is too much for school.”

His body is tight, his fingers curling over the edge of the desk as he works over me. “I know. Damnit.” He doesn’t stop though, he keeps grinding against me. My knees drop to the side, giving him more of me. My body fires off, heating, ricocheting my need for him around me.

“God, I wish I wasn’t wearing pants right now.”

“I wish I was inside you. Fuck.”

His hand hits my thigh, then travels to my center. He presses down on my nub, and I squirm. “Shit.” He starts rubbing, dragging his touch down and around until I’m charging full steam ahead. “Oh, God, Sloan.” I don’t know what’s come over me. I can’t stop. He rubs me just where I need him to. My mouth opens in a silent scream, and then I tremble with my release.

He’s still moving against me, both hands braced on the sides of the desk now. I sneak my hand between us and grab him. He jerks twice, then freezes until a second later I feel his cock pulse in my hand. He drops his head into my shoulder, face straining, as a groan tears through him.

Afterward, we just stay there, our bodies becoming our own again. “I’m so fucking sorry,” he says. His back bows as his breaths still come out hard against my shoulder. “Shit. I couldn’t control myself.”

I wrap both arms around him, and then he moves inside, hugging me, too. “Don’t be sorry.”

We stay there for a while, his fingers pressing into me and wandering over my back. Then, he chuckles. “I’m going to have to go commando for the rest of the day. It’s going to get a little awkward during practice if I don’t have an extra pair of boxers in my locker.”

I rub my hand over his neck. “Are you saying no more secret trysts at school?”

“Hell no. I’m saying I’m going to have to bring an extra pair of boxers with me all the time now. Affection is hard to come by when you’re an Ivy.”

I hold tight to him, breathing in his fresh scent. Orgasming in school with the classroom door open might not be my finest moment, but I’d do it again if it was with him.

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