Spin the Bottle (Campus Games, #2)

by Stephanie Alves

This is for all my big girls who think they don’t deserve love. Yes, we fucking do.

Slay dedication

As much as I love a man on his knees, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.

I find it funny how this girl seems unaffected by me. It’s strange. I like it. I lick my bottom lip to hide the grin I’m sporting. She acts like she doesn’t know who I am, but I know better. I know it’s bullshit. Everyone around here knows who I am.

“I’ve got to say, even though you seem to despise me for some reason,” he glances up at me, “I always seem to have a good time whenever you’re near.” A full glass of beer gets placed in front of me. “You’re a masochist, huh?” I ask, taking a sip. “You like when people torture you?” He laughs. “If torture is anything like you, then hell yes.”

“I’ve got to be honest. All I heard was that you think I’m hot, talented, and charming.”

“Here’s one thing you don’t know about me, Leila,” he says. “I don’t give up. Ever.”

“Just get your head in the game.” He snorts. “Okay, Troy Bolton.”

“I love my body,” I recite to my reflection. “I love my curves. Every dip, every roll, every stretch mark.” One day, I’ll believe it. I hope.

“Consent is important to me. I love teasing you, but I’m not going to kiss you unless you tell me you want it.”

“You mean eat your pussy until you come all over my tongue? Fuck yes.”

“We don’t want our best friends to know how nice you are when your pussy is filled with my cock, do we?”

“It’s her house too now.” He says, a smile sprouting on his face. “I like having her here. So if she needs to spend time with her friends without me there, then so be it.”

“We don’t get jealous, and we don’t put pressure on this,” she says. “When one of us is free, we fuck.”

“You do as I say or you don’t get off. What’s it going to be? Do you want to talk back to me again or be a good girl and follow my instructions?”

“I’m not jealous.” “Tell me—” “Because she had her hands all over you,”

“Whether he was talking about me or not. I wanted to kill him for talking to you. You smiled at him. You never smile at me.”

“Leila,” he says, leaning into me. “We’re fucking exclusive. No doubt about it.” He sighs. “The thought of another guy’s hands on you makes me want to rip out their throats. I need to know I’m the only one touching you, kissing you.” His hand reaches up and grabs my face, smoothing his thumb over my cheek. “Fucking you,” he whispers, dipping his head, flattening his tongue against my neck. “I licked you,” he says. “You’re mine.”

“Leila, gorgeous, I say this in the most respectful way possible, but you can’t catch a ball to save your life. Come here before you hurt yourself. I’ll teach you.”

“I swear to god, Leila. If you’ve been malnourishing your body because you want to lose weight, I’m going to fucking lose it.”

“Did you not hear me?” she asks. “I said we can’t fuck.” “And I said that doesn’t matter. I wanted to see you. Doesn’t matter what we do, I just want to be with you.”

“You wanted to see me?” “Yes.” “With clothes on?” “Yes,”

“Do you have any sisters?” “Two brothers,” I tell her. “Don’t know shit about what’s going on with your body,” I admit. “But I’ll do whatever you need to make it better.”

I must be fucking dreaming because I hear the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. My eyes widen when I look back at her and she’s laughing. She’s laughing. With me. Holy shit. My heart is about to leave my chest. This beautiful woman is laughing, and she scrunches her nose when she does. God, she’s adorable. I’d never tell her that because she’d probably cut my balls off, but she’s so fucking adorable I want to kiss her. So. Fucking. Bad.

“Do whatever you want to me,” I mumble, lost in her scent, in her lips. She smells like fresh peaches; it’s intoxicating. I kiss her again. “I don’t care. Kill me. Skin me alive. Just let me kiss you some more.”

I’m a praise whore.”

“I want to take care of you. I want to make you happy other than just giving you orgasms.”

“Defy me and see what happens.”

“You’ve been dying for me, haven’t you, baby?”

“You were sucking on that candy like it was my dick; let’s not tell lies.”

“I’m not worried about any other guys either.” With a smirk, he leans down and whispers, “We both know they were just practice until you met me.”

“We have rules,” is the response she gives me. “No, you have rules.” I take a step closer to her. “I just went along with them.”

“Please.” I’m not above begging. I’ll crawl on the ground and beg for that girl if that’s what it takes.

“I’m going to be so good to you, Leila,” he says, cupping my face with his hands. “You wait and see.”

“You should already know I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I think you like the idea of someone catching you with my fingers stuffed in your cunt,” he says, thrusting another finger along with the first. “You want them to know how much you want my cock right now?” He leans down to kiss my jaw. “How wet your pussy is for me?”

“Aiden. Put me down.” “No fucking way.” I love having her in my arms. “I’m heavy.” I let out a snort. She clearly hasn’t seen what I can do at the gym. “Leila, give me some credit. It’s not my fault you were with weak-ass boys before me.”

We didn’t just fuck. Whatever just happened… we just made love.

“I think we should—” “Do not say see other people,” he warns. “I thought I made it perfectly clear no one fucking touches you but me.”

“Repeat that for me,” he says. “My teammate?” I let out a sigh, and when I don’t answer, he asks, “Who, Leila?” “You told me you didn’t need names.”

“I would give it all up if it meant I could have you.” My god, this man is breaking my heart. “You could never be a mistake.”

“You’re way too pretty for my head not to be between your legs.”