Fair Catch (Leighton U, #3)

by C.E. Ricci

“Were you just checking me out?” I ask while I cross my arms in front of me, making sure to flex my biceps that my henley already clings to like glue. “God, Kase, you’re about to go on a date. The last thing you should be doing is eyeing up your roommate like he’s some kind of sex kitten.”

“You really are a nervous little virgin, aren’t you? Can’t even look at a half-naked guy without blushing like a schoolgirl.”

I do my best to rationalize my decision to accompany Kason when I’d never do it for Quinton in the past. But then again, Q is larger than life and he fit in perfectly fine at parties while he was in college. Whereas Kason is just so awkward—bless the bumbling fool.

He’d be surprised to know that his slightly neurotic, himbo ass has started to grow on me. A miniscule amount, but it’s growth regardless, and that’s a lot coming from me.

“Because, despite our rocky start, you’re kinda growing on me.” Frowning, he adds, “Like a fungus or something.”

But a slow smirk pulls at his lips as he raises the beer the rest of the way to his mouth and finishes it off. Then he proceeds to floor me further by opening his mouth and saying the filthiest, most seductive thing I’ve ever heard. “And who says you’d be the one doing the fucking, there, Kase?”

“Like how I casually slipped that in there for your dirty little fantasies?” he asks with a wry smirk. “Demi has no influence over the gender you’re attracted to, only how attraction forms. You can be bi, gay, trans, hetero, pan, whatever it may be, and still be demi.”

“I know what I want. I want you to delete that app and never see any of those fuckers again,” he utters, the words coming out like a harsh command. “Not a single one of them is good enough for you, Kase.” I smile, fingers gripping his waist. “And you think you are?” “I wanna try to be.” His forehead collides with mine. “For you, I wanna try. And that alone is…” “Insane?” He nods, nose brushing mine when he does. “Yeah. Absolutely insane.”

“Well, baby? You got what you wanted. Now, are you planning to stare or play with it?”

“That I have no idea what I’m doing, so why don’t you stop asking me questions and just fucking teach me?”

“Don’t be shy. Let it out,” Hayes murmurs, his head dipping to pepper kisses over my neck and jaw. “I wanna know how good I’m making you feel.”