“You don’t do serious?”
“Not really.” He smothers a laugh with his fingers, rubbing his hand across his mouth. “I can’t believe I’m talking about my sex life with my tutor.”
“Hey, everything that happens in this room stays in this room, remember?”
His gaze turns heated the longer he stares at me. As if he’s having all sorts of dirty thoughts and they all star…me. “How could I forget?”
TWELVE
KNOX
“I thinkI’m hot for my tutor.” I drop onto the couch right next to Cam. He’s playing video games, his gaze laser-focused on the big screen TV in front of him, his fingers flying over the buttons on the controller.
Normally, I’d be playing with him, but I don’t feel like it. I can’t concentrate for shit. All I can think about is the conversation I had with Joanna yesterday. How I started it by rubbing my leg against hers, like we’re in middle school.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Cam hits pause so he can focus on me. “Hot for who?”
“My tutor. Joanna. The girl at the bookstore.” I sound miserable. Ifeelmiserable.
I dreamed about her last night. She got me alone in the meeting room at the library, her lips pursed into a sexy little smirk as she slowly stripped, a private show just for me. She was wearing glasses like only a hot little tutor would wear, her long, dark hair in a high ponytail that she swung around like a fucking professional stripper. Then she got on her knees, yanked my shorts off and gave me the best blow job of my life.
Woke up to a raging hard-on that fucking ached. I jerked off to thoughts of Joanna licking my cock. Getting cum all over her face. Little dots of it across the bridge of her nose, like her freckles.
See? I’ve fucking lost it.
“The girl we saw at lunch last week?” Cam asks, pulling me from my dirty thoughts.
I nod.
“She’s kind of hot.”
“Jesus, you think so?” Jealousy floods my veins. “Don’t even look at her, you hear me?”
Cam barks out a laugh. “What the hell, man? You sound all territorial and shit.”
He resumes playing his game while I sit there fuming. Pissed at his words. Frustrated by my reaction. Weirded out by the entire scenario.
“I should switch tutors.”
“Is she that distracting?”
“We flirted most of yesterday’s session.”
“Nothing wrong with that. Did you get your homework done or whatever?”
“Well…yeah. We worked on my assignment,” I answer. “We also talked about our lacking sex lives.”
He sends me a quick look. “She’s lacking in the sex department?”
“Broke up with her boyfriend, who was cheating on her, at the beginning of summer.”
Cam scowls. “What a bastard.”
“Right? Fuck that guy.” Who’d cheat on Joanna? She’s so…interesting. And smart. Easy to talk to. Pretty.
So fucking pretty.