Campus Player

Oh, fuck.

Well, this isn’t good. Even though I’m relieved to see Demi, the last thing I want is for her to jump to the wrong conclusion. She plasters a smile on her face before turning to the busty brunette who has thankfully released the bottom of her shirt.

The other girl frowns before flicking a long sheath of hair over her shoulder. “Who are you?”

Demi’s lips slide into a smile as she threads her arm through mine. “I’m Rowan’s girlfriend.”

The brunette’s eyes widen. She blinks a few times as if she must have heard incorrectly before throwing a frown in my direction. “You have a girlfriend?”

“Yup.” I grin, thrilled that Demi has admitted the truth. “I sure do.” I smack a kiss on her cheek for good measure.

“You didn’t mention it,” she says with a pout.

“I’m sure he was,” Demi’s gaze drops to the other girl’s breasts, “distracted.”

The brunette smiles as if given a compliment. “Thank you!” She reaches up and brushes her fingers over her breasts until her nips are once again standing at attention. “They’re amazing, aren’t they?”

Demi’s brow furrows as she openly stares at the other girl’s boobs as if seriously considering the question. I’m going to be totally honest here...I’m not sure what’s going on.

I’m a little uncomfortable.

And turned on.

This is so wrong.

“Yeah, they are,” she finally admits.

The other girl drops her voice as she sidles closer to her. “Any chance you’re interested in a threesome?”

“Sorry,” Demi shakes her head, “I’m not into sharing.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, her gaze lingering on me as if undressing me with her eyes. “I can understand why you would feel that way. My name is Cassie.” She winks. “If you change your mind, come find me. I’ll totally make it worth your while.” With that proposal thrown out there, she saunters off toward the living room.

It takes a moment to realize my eyebrows are somewhere in the vicinity of my hairline as I meet Demi’s widened gaze.

“I don’t even know what to say to that,” she murmurs with a slight frown.

Her reaction makes my lips twitch. It takes a lot to knock Demi off-balance. “Sorry.”

Genuine confusion laces her voice as she waves a hand toward the living room. “How did you ever hang on to your virginity?”

I shrug. “Guess the right girl never came along and propositioned me.”

“Oh, really?” Now it’s her turn to hike a brow. “I think we both know that’s not true.”

A chuckle escapes from my lips. Well, she’s got me there. The girl has been coming at me hard for three weeks, and I’ve been fending off her advances at every turn. Kind of like a superhero. Apparently, remaining a virgin is my superpower. Just kidding. I’ve wanted her for years, and now that she’s finally mine, it’s important to take it slow.

When I don’t respond, she points to my hand. “What’s that?”

I glance at the crumpled paper and blink back to awareness as the past crashes down on me like a twenty-story building.

“Nothing. Just garbage.” I clear my throat, wanting to steer the conversation in a different direction. “You ready to study?”

“Yup.” We have a stats test tomorrow, and I need to go over the material one more time. I need to get that grade up, or the possibility of my ass getting benched is a very real one. I can’t afford to let that happen. Not with the upcoming draft. Every time I step onto the field, all eyes are on me.

I grab her hand and tow her past the living room. Before we reach the first tread, a couple of guys call out greetings to her. Asher and Brayden grin like Cheshire cats with bird feathers sticking out from between their teeth.

Honestly...they’re like a bunch of fucking children.

When I glare, the smiles fall from their faces, and they look away. Once we reach the second floor, I shutter us in my room. The music and boisterous voices fade. Instead of mentioning the orgy that’s about to go down, Demi glances around the undecorated space. There’s a queen-sized bed that dominates the room, a tall dresser and a matching desk that I picked up at the Salvation Army last year when I moved off-campus. Both have seen better days, but they’ll get me through the rest of this year, and that’s what matters.

She glances at the mattress. “Well, I suppose this is one way to get you into bed.”

“Maybe it would be better if we worked at the library. I’m not sure if you’re going to be able to keep your hands to yourself.”

A slow smile spreads across her face, and it hits me like a punch to the gut. “I guess that’s a chance you’re gonna have to take.”

I suppose it is. I’ve been holding Demi off, but I don’t have the strength to keep it up for much longer. It’s not only her that I’m battling, but myself as well.