“I love this,” she said while tugging just enough so I could feel the pull.

  I loved it too, but I couldn’t pull away from her long enough to tell her that. I wanted more, I needed to have her mouth on mine, her tongue tangled with my own.

  “You’re right,” she mumbled against my lips. “This is so much better than Lost.” I smiled with my lips pressed to hers and slid my hand along her side, my fingertips catching the edge of her shirt and skimming over her skin. Her back arched, her tits pressing even more firmly to my chest.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned.

  I rested my forehead to hers and we took a moment just breathing together. I closed my eyes tight and attempted to rein in my hormones. I didn’t want her to believe this was something I had planned, because it wasn’t. Now if I was asked to be truthful about my feelings of being trapped in a room with a gorgeous girl, I would have to say unquestionably I was not disappointed. In fact, this could most definitely be logged as a prank gone bad. This was a god damn gift.

  “So I know I said I didn’t want to bring it up…” She paused for a moment and I lifted my head, wanting the chance to look her in the eyes.

  “Bring what up?”

  “Last night,” she whispered, “the dancing, the touching, even after.” Her cheeks reddened. “I wasn’t completely drunk, I do remember some things. I just thought I was dreaming them, but come to find out they were all real.”

  “What exactly do you remember?”

  “You kissing my neck.” As she says this I leaned in closer and did just that. “Your hands on my waist, sliding over my body.” Fuck, I could feel myself growing hard as she continued. The raspy way her voice carried made me fully aware that she was as turned on as I was. “I remember asking you to take me home with you.”

  “I wanted to,” I confirmed. “It was one of the hardest things telling you that I thought we should save that for another night.” I had cursed myself for thirty minutes while I stroked myself in the shower wishing it was her instead.

  “It’s another night.”

  “That it is.”

  “And we’re locked in here together.” She lifted her head just enough to press a kiss to my jaw before whispering in my ear. “I can think of so many things we could do with our time alone.”

  That was one of those praying to the gods above moments. I think I thanked everyone I knew and even those I didn’t that I had been blessed with this moment. Fuck, I was performing an award-winning speech in my head.

  “Or are you going to shoot me down again?”

  She didn’t just taunt me and challenge me. She couldn’t have.

  “If you would rather—”

  I didn’t let her finish before I linked my fingers through hers and slid our hands above her head. I looked down at her, our lips hovering only inches apart and grinned.

  “There’s something you need to know.”

  “I already know.” I kept my eyes locked with hers and waited for her to continue. “I heard about the piercing.”

  I chuckled because that wasn’t even close to what I was referring to, but I guess I should have suspected my dick and his jewels would have already been a subject shared among the guys and those they were around.

  “I wasn’t talking about that, baby, but I guess that will eliminate the awkwardness when you see it later.”

  Her cheeks reddened and I pushed my hardness against her, bringing her back to the moment. “What I wanted to tell you is that I never back down from a challenge.” Her mouth parted slightly. “I let the opportunity pass last night only because I didn’t want you waking up thinking I was the type of guy that would take advantage of a drunken girl. I wanted our first time together to be something we both remembered every detail of. But this time there is no way I’m letting it slip away.”

  “Good,” she smiled, “because had you said no, I was fully prepared to take advantage of you.”

  I chuckled and she reached up to fist my shirt, pulling me closer. “So don’t keep me waiting, I’m dying to know what it feels like.”

  I knew she was talking about my jewel, but she’d have to wait just a little longer for that. I had every intention of stretching this out for as long as possible.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Catherine

  Oh my god, I should have felt shameful, only there was no room for shame. No, it was tucked away someplace deep, hidden by all the pleasure and lust I felt.

  Oh my god, wait, I already said that. Holy fucking tongue. There that’s better.

  I was crazed, riding his face like I was a wild beast.

  I blamed him; it was his fault not mine. He should be doing that, oh yes that right there. He shouldn’t be twisting his tongue so skillfully.

  My head was spinning, my legs felt numb, and if I pulled his hair any harder I was afraid he’d be forced to explain bald spots to everyone he knew.

  “You have to…” I started to say, only it turned into a long stretched out moan.

  “Have to what?” he spoke, his lips teasing my already sensitive center.

  “That, this…” I tried to speak as he continued to suck on my clit and taste everything I offered. “I’m going to lose my mind.”

  “That’s my goal.”

  “Working.” I let go of his hair, fearful I’d hurt him and gripped the sheets at my side instead. “It is so working.”

  I swore I heard him chuckle but my mind was so very hazy I was unsure. My back arched, my legs tensed, and suddenly I was thrust into the depths of darkness. The only lights I saw were flickers here and there, as if the intense orgasm inflicting me had me seconds from passing out.

  My body hummed; it felt like it stretched out for so very long.

  “Wow”,” he said as he kissed along my hip bone, across my stomach, continuing to rise higher and higher. “That was incredible.”

  Yes it was. Only I didn’t say that aloud, I couldn’t. I was out of breath, out of my mind, and still lost in the clouds.

  The moment my mind cleared and vision focused I found him watching me. His body was pressed to mine and his erect cock tucked between us, nestled firmly against my already sensitive clit. It felt amazing, and as if he could read my mind, he shifted, only managing to apply more pressure.

  I gasped, he covered my lips with his own and repeated the movements twice more until I could barely take it any longer.

  “I want you.” I was clawing at his back feeling as if I couldn’t get close enough. I’d never craved anything or anyone more than I did at that moment. In such a short time Eli managed to make me feel things I’d never experienced. It wasn’t just physical, it was an emotional connection I didn’t know could exist between two people.

  “Please,” I was begging, and not ashamed to admit it to anyone who asked.

  Eli didn’t say anything, only rose up, sitting back on his legs as he lifted the condom that appeared out of nowhere to his lips. I watched in awe as he tore off the corner and carefully removed the latex. As his hands moved to his cock, I followed his actions. I knew my eyes grew wide with shock when I got a full view of him for the first time.

  It wasn’t just his impressive size that shocked me but the metal rod that penetrated his shaft grabbed my attention too. I had never seen one, only heard of them. My mind raced as he slowly and very carefully covered himself, pinching the end of the condom between his fingertips.

  Once he was covered, he didn’t move, but lifted his eyes to meet mine and for a moment we stared at one another. There I was laid out before him, hiding nothing, and I had never felt more safe.

  “You’re sure about this?”

  I nodded and he slowly began to lower his body back over mine. I swear I held my breath when I felt him press firmly against me. “Breathe, baby,” he whispered while fisting his cock and lining himself up against me. “Just breathe.” And I did as he slowly and very gently began to enter me.

  Gasping, I arched my back when I felt his piercing hit me so deep.

  “You okay?”

  “I am more than okay.” I lifted my hips, urging him to continue. Eli was so gentle, though I could tell he was fighting the need to move, he remained still until I encouraged him to resume with a nod of my head.

  With each shift of his hips I felt like every nerve ending in my body was alive. I wanted him closer, but he couldn’t get closer. I had never experienced the need I felt. It was controlling, consuming.

  Together we moved as if it wasn’t our first time; our bodies knew what the other’s wanted. Everything else faded, nothing else mattered.

  My fingernails bit into the flesh of his shoulders and he growled as he pushed into me harder, making my breath hitch. “Yes,” I spurred him on and he continued to move, harder and faster.

  I could feel myself building and lifted my legs to wrap around his waist, giving him the perfect angle to hit exactly where I needed it most.

  “Good?”

  “So good,” I confirmed just before he kissed me.

  My body ignited, squeezing him firmly. He lifted his body and gripped my hips; it was as if the fire inside him was set free. He began to hammer me over and over. I wasn’t sure if I was screaming or if it was all in my head, but I let go and the moment he came I was mesmerized.

  His head was thrown back, his jaws tensed. His fingers still dug into my hips as he held my body to his own.

  His chest glistened with sweat and his hair was slightly damp. Everything about our time shared was unbelievable and close to perfect.

  When his body collapsed next to mine we both lay silent for a moment, trying to slow our breathing.

  Suddenly Eli began to chuckle and I turned my head just enough to look at him. “Why are you laughing?”

  “I just never pictured you as a screamer.”

  The smile I wore only seconds ago faded and my mouth fell open slightly. He only laughed harder. “I was hoping it was all in my head.”

  “Nope.” He rolled to his side and lay his palm against my stomach. “That was loud, free, and no holding back.”

  I covered my face with my hands and he immediately pulled them away. “I didn’t say it to embarrass you, that was amazing, all of it. Just figured you should be prepared because I know there’s a big chance that someone in this house will bring it up to you.”

  “I’m leaving through the window and never coming back.” I looked away from him and he reached out to cup my face. Turning my head slightly, he pressed his lips to mine.

  “All it proves is that you and I are good together.”

  “I’ve never screamed,” I said without thinking.

  “Don’t want to hear about your past encounters. That is not normally something a guy wants to share with his girl, for a variety of reasons.” He crinkled his brow. “Nope, don’t want to know. But I do like knowing your reaction was one of surprise. Like I said, we are good together.”

  He slipped from the bed, disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the shower kick on.

  A few minutes later he appeared in the doorway, his arms stretched wide, bracing himself on the frame. He looked like a glorious god, wearing nothing but a smile. “Thought you might like to join me in the shower.”

  For a moment I remained still, watching him, almost in a haze. He was gorgeous.

  “Is that a no?”

  Smiling, I crawled from the bed and walked across the room, pausing only a few feet away. Feelings of desire rushed through me when I watched his eyes scan my body. How one look from one man could make me feel so very powerful was something I might never understand.

  “It’s a yes,” I said as I slid past him, rubbing against his side and taunting him. But I felt confident, and he gave me that.

  ***

  “So let me get this straight.” Marcus slid forward, resting his palms on the tabletop. His eyes were wide, a knowing smile on his face. “You were locked in Red’s room, alone, for more than twelve hours.”

  “More like trapped, since Clayton and Corbin barricaded us in by tying two opposite doors together, but yes. That’s it in a nutshell.

  “Oh my girl.” He lifted his hands, squealed, and eagerly rubbed them together. “Tell me more, tell me it all, details, all the details you can provide. I want them!”

  I laughed as I continued to clean the table next to his.

  “What is going on over here?” Morgan paused in the empty space between me and Marcus. She looked between us both before finally pausing on me.

  “Little Miss Innocent was trapped in a room with Dark and Mysterious for twelve hours. I want details because I’ve heard a few rumors about a certain piercing.”

  “From the sounds spilling out of his room, I’d say they had a good time.” Morgan wore a smirk and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “You got to remember next time that Xavier’s room is right next door. We thought of trying to out yell you, but girl, you could break glass.”

  Marcus laughed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes averting to the table. He looked lost in thought and I could only imagine what visions were going on inside his head.

  “I didn’t even realize I was screaming,” I confessed, getting their attention again. “It was uncontrollable.”

  “Oh girl, that is when you know it’s good.” Marcus practically leaped out of his chair and grabbed my forearms, turning me to face him. “Something always told me that man would be a machine handing out the most glorious time. It’s always the quiet, broody one who will rock the hell out of a woman and now we know it’s true.”

  My eyes widened and I looked to see Morgan biting her lip to hide her laughter. Only her body shook from giggling so much it was evident she was completely enjoying my embarrassment.

  Eli told me someone would bring up my screams; I just never imagined it would be Morgan.

  Great, I’ll be known as Screamer.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Elijah

  I’d tried to call Cat three times over the last two hours, yet every time it had gone to voicemail. That was one of the reasons I had avoided relationships—they interfered with my focus.

  I had a game in less than an hour and the only thing I could think of was where she was and what she was doing. Being stuck a few hours away, unable to go to her was frustrating but for now I knew I had to let it go. I had a game to play and teammates counting on me.

  With each play, shit only got worse. I never had a problem leading the offensive line until now. It was pathetic; I was a disgrace to myself, my team, and my university.

  ***

  I was sore, irritable and pissed about my performance. Yanking off my pads, I tossed them to the ground and no one around me said a word. Most of them knew I could be a total dick and it just happened to be one of those times.

  I sat down on the bench with my phone in hand and saw the light flashing on top. Hitting the button to wake it up, I found one missed call and one text from Catherine. Adrenaline rushed through me, even more so than during the game. I clicked on the unread text and felt my heart rate spike.

  My Kitty: You look so vicious out there on the field.

  I stared at the screen wondering what she meant. As far as I knew she’d never been to a game, but maybe I was wrong.

  Forgetting the text, I clicked on the phone icon and called her. When she picked up, I felt the tension in my body fade. How could her voice do that?

  “I’d say good game but…” She didn’t finish the sentence.

  “It wasn’t,” I completed it for her.

  “I’ve heard all types of stories about how aggressive and dominating you are on the field. I came hoping for a show. What happened?”

  “You’re here?” I stood and grabbed my t-shirt, quickly pulling it over my head.

  “Got here right as it was starting. I wanted to surprise you.”

  I was already moving toward the exit, practically jogging down the corridor. “Where are you?”

  Behind the stadium, near the locker room exit.” My heart raced. “Or at least I hope it’s the locker room you’re in.” She paused. “Maybe it’s the opposing team’s.”

  I exited and began looking around when I spotted her about ten feet away. Instead of reassuring her, I moved toward her without speaking a word.

  Stepping up behind her, I lowered the phone. “You’re in the right place.”

  She spun around to face me and immediately I noticed a red mark on her jaw. Reaching out, I placed my finger beneath her chin and tilted upward to get a better look. “What happened?”

  Turning away she brushed it off. “I’m a klutz and apparently can’t walk and talk at the same time.” She touched the space with her hand and didn’t flinch, so I figured it wasn’t much. “I was walking out of Building A after class and didn’t realize the door was closing. Someone had just walked out and stupid me thought whoever it was would be a gentleman and hold it open. I guess I was wrong.”

  “That asshole,” I say, only half joking.

  “I’m okay, I was more embarrassed than hurt.”

  Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to her jaw. “I’m glad you’re here.” Standing tall once more, I held my hand out and linked my fingers through hers. “Why didn’t you answer earlier?”

  “I was driving and my phone was in my bag.”

  Seemed like a lame excuse but obviously she was driving since she was there now. “You threw off my game.”

  “And how did I do that?” She cocked her head to the side, a smirk covering her lips.

  “When you wouldn’t answer it pissed me off.” Her brows arched. “I’m not used to having distractions during a game.”

  “So I’m a distraction.” I could tell she was trying to hold onto her sass but there was a question in her eyes that I immediately regretted placing there.

  I wrapped my arm around her waist and rested our linked hands together on her lower back, pulling her closer. “I’ve managed to make it this far without ever having something take precedence over the game. It just amazes me how you’ve changed that.”