Page 81 of Campus Muscle

Instead of sympathy, Dakota’s expression dissolved into disgust. “And you go down in history as a chicken shit. Is that the legacy you want? Being Delaney’s lapdog?”

“Fuck you, Dakota. You feel so mighty on that high horse of yours. Thinking you can go around and make people say and do whatever you want. Whatever makes the better headline.”

“Trace, that’s not—”

“Don’t fucking ‘Trace’ me. I’m done. So go ahead and publish your article. Get your accolades and keep being proud of your cold, ruthless heart because that’s all you care about. That’s all you’ll have left when you’re through.”

“How fucking stupid can one person be?” She buried her hands in her hair and slumped onto the edge of my desk. When her arms dropped back down, they took her fight with them, and the room felt quiet again. No longer raging, she just looked done with me. “In case you haven’t noticed, Einstein, that’s the last thing I care about right now. All I’ve been trying to do for the last few weeks is protect your ass, and if you can’t see that, then you’re an even bigger moron than I thought.”

“W—what?”

“Oh, for God’s sake.” Dakota pushed off my desk and lunged across the floor in two determined strides. My face in both her hands, she pulled me down until our mouths met in a hot, messy collision that was filled with the same fury she’d been wielding a few seconds ago.

Except this time I liked it.

My brain stalled for a half-second before the adrenaline took over, and I was kissing her back just as hard. We moved together until the backs of my legs hit the bed. There was no breaking the kiss. Just hungry mouths and desperate hands groping and grasping at each other.

I pulled back and stared at her, dazed. “Do you mean...?”

Dakota rolled her eyes, her chest heaving against mine. “Do I need to break out the crayons, Trace? Or are you going to shut up and kiss me again?”

I didn’t need the crayons. I pushed past the pain and grabbed the front of her shirt. We fell onto my bed with Dakota twisting at the last minute to break my fall, positioning herself beneath me. The jackhammer knifed through my shoulder anyway, and she swallowed the groan that tore from my throat.

This was what I’d wanted since the last time we were together, but I hadn’t been brave enough to say it. She made me feel things. Made me crave her even though I couldn’t stand her. Confusing as all hell. But also hot as fuck.

“Does this mean idiots turn you on?” I bucked my hips hard, grinding myself against the warmth between her legs. The seam of her jeans brushed the bulge in my sweats with just enough pressure to make my body betray me with a shudder.

“Shut up, Prescott.” She had me pushed up against my pillows before I could process what had happened. Straddling me. Rolling her heat over the strain in my pants.

I bit back another groan. “I’ll shut up after you take off your clothes.”

She gave me a calculating look, and after a second of consideration, she slid off the side of my bed. Ice cold loneliness seeped into my bones. Temporary, but enough to make me shiver.

I kept my eyes glued to her as she undressed. First her t-shirt, then she kicked off her jeans. The sight of the dark spot on her purple underwear made my cock twitch in anticipation. It was good to know I wasn’t the only one losing the battle with restraint.

“How’s your shoulder?” she asked, settling above me again. “Are you okay to keep going?”

Fucking tease.

Without breaking eye-contact, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my sweats and worked it down. Dakota’s gaze dropped just as my raging hard-on sprung free.

“What does it look like to you?”

She licked her lips, one eyebrow arched. “Looks good enough to eat.”

Before I could say anything more, she’d positioned herself between my legs. One hand gripping my thigh, the other wrapped around the base of my cock. She stroked a few times, getting me even harder, then slid her thumb over the pre-cum beading on my tip.

“Fuuuck.”

“Took the word right out of my mouth,” she said, and dragged her tongue all the way up my throbbing shaft.

When she reached the top, she flicked it a few times, up and down my slit, lapping up the premature evidence of just how turned on I was. I snaked my fingers into her hair to grip the back of her head, holding her right where I wanted her. Steady. Perfectly angled for that pretty little mouth to do its thing.

Her lips closed around my dick and she sucked me in with relish. My hips jerked to meet her rhythm, searching for more of her wet heat. She relaxed her jaw as if reading my mind, and let me guide her head all the way down my shaft.

“Look at me.”

Dakota did as she was told for once in her life, tears darkening the green of her eyes as she gagged around my dick hitting the back of her throat.