Gametime: A Moo U Hockey Romance Jami Davenport (best summer reads of all time .txt) 📖

and met my gaze. Relief filled those beautiful eyes of hers. Before I had a chance to react, she leapt to her feet and ran to me, throwing her arms around me.

“You’re late, honey,” she chastised.

Confused, I slid my gaze to him and back to her. Her expression implored me to go along with her.

“Sorry, got held up at practice.” I said the word practice extra loud because hockey players were gods on this campus, and I wasn’t beyond throwing my weight around when necessary. Who I was dawned on the guy. Whether he thought I was Patrick or me was a moot point.

The guy stood, all bravado gone, his hands shaking. “I–I was just leaving.”

I held Naomi to me and glared over her head at the frat boy. I’d seen him around and had a vague idea who he was. I racked my brain for his name. He needed to know I knew his name. Then it came to me.

“Bart,” I called after him before he’d managed to escape from sight. He paused and turned around.

“Yeah?” Because of the distance between us, he’d bolstered the courage to smirk at me.

“You touch her again, and you’re in deep shit. You’ll find out just how jealous of a boyfriend I am.”

The bravado drained from him. “I won’t. I promise. Nothing was going on. We’re just old friends.” Before I had a chance to respond, he scampered away and disappeared between the book stacks. I waited until I heard his feet pounding on the metal stairs.

“Are you okay?” My arms went around her, and she hugged me tight, burying her head in my chest. Her shoulders shook, and I thought she was crying until she lifted her head. She was laughing her ass off.

“The look on his face… I bet he peed his pants.”

I chuckled, distracted by how good she felt in my arms. “I’m glad I showed up.”

“I am, too.” She leaned into me and sighed a contented sigh.

“You do know I’m Paxton?” I joked, though I was half-serious.

“Of course I know. I can tell you two apart, especially when I’m sober.”

“Good to know.”

She looped her arms around my neck. “Thank you. Really. I dated that guy briefly, and he occasionally wants a repeat.”

“He’s a jerk. I’ve heard about him.”

“He is a jerk. But being a nice guy wasn’t a qualification for a date my first couple years here.”

“And now?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Now it is.”

Our gazes locked, and everything I’d done and sworn to do in the last few days flew out the window, totally forgotten. Naomi was my heart and soul, and I didn’t know how to get beyond her.

She stood on tiptoes to reward me with a thank-you kiss, but I had other ideas. All reason escaped me as I buried my fingers in her hair and deepened the kiss. Naomi pressed her sweet body harder against mine, and we did the tongue tango. I’d never made out in a library before, but there was a first for everything.

Never breaking the kiss, I backed her up until she was pinned between me and shelves full of books. After four days of not touching, our hunger for each other swept through us, overwhelming any resistance we might’ve managed to muster. Instead, we abandoned all pretense of being just friends and let our bodies take control.

She cast a spell on me as she had Saturday night, and I had no chance of resisting, not that I wanted to. She felt so good, so right, so mine. Despite her diminutive size, our bodies fit together as if we were made for each other by a higher power.

We were insatiable, controlled only by our fever for each other. Nothing mattered but this woman, and I didn’t care about consequences. I had to have her.

Had. To. Have. Her.

“It’s been too fucking long,” I panted against her cheek.

“Way too fucking long.” She slid her hand down my chest and cupped my balls, squeezing gently. My pelvis jerked in response. I shut my eyes and moaned. She broke off the kiss despite my protests.

Grabbing a handful of my T-shirt, she pulled me along the stacks to the darkest, most private corner of the basement behind an oddly angled bookshelf, almost as if it were placed there for this very reason.

She pushed me against the cold concrete wall, but I didn’t notice or care. My eyes widened as she sank to her knees.

“Oh, please, yes. Oh, fuck,” I pleaded, having absolutely no shame. I wanted those luscious lips and talented mouth on my dick.

She tore at my jeans, yanking down the zipper, opening the fly, and scratching my skin in her desperation to slide them down my legs. My hard cock sprang free, and she purred. I grasped the shelves on either side of me and held on as Naomi lowered her mouth and licked the pre-cum off my dick.

I was a mouthful, but she handled me well. Really well. I arched my back, angling my hips and pushing myself deeper. Naomi took more and more in her mouth until my entire length was inside her hot sweetness. I pumped several times, lost in my private nirvana, and forever craving what she did to my body, my mind, and my soul.

I came in a heated rush, and she took it, licking me clean afterward. I leaned against the bookshelf, panting, trying to gain my bearings, attempting to hold on to the last vestiges of a glorious orgasm as long as possible. But all good things must end, and so did this one. As I floated back to sanity, I gazed down at her, still kneeling, still holding my dick. She smirked with satisfaction, knowing she’d given me the blow job of my life in the Moo U library.

She slid up my body until she was standing.

“Naomi, I—”

Naomi shook her beautiful head and placed a finger across my lips. “No words of regret, Pax. We both knew what we were doing and what we wanted.”

“I’m glad