Gator: Hounds of the Reaper MC by S.J. Rowe

Author:S.J. Rowe [Rowe, S.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-16T18:30:00+00:00

“Well, ain’t this a surprise?”

I smile at his words and hope he’s doing the same. “Got done a bit early.” I skip the part about how I sent my class to lunch early because I couldn’t concentrate for the last fifteen minutes.

“Like that, baby.”

“Like what?”

“Like that you got done and called me.”

My heart flutters at his words. I didn’t even think that calling him would be weird. I usually freak out about these things. The whole “who should call who” first. Either I was so overwhelmed with thoughts of him that freaking out over a phone call was too small to worry about or I feel so comfortable with him already that calling him seems natural.

“What time you getting off today?”

“I’ve got a school board meeting. It’s expected to go late, and then I’ve got grading to catch up on since I missed this weekend.”

He huffs out a breath. “What about tomorrow?”

“Um, I’ve got practice?” I don’t know why I question it. Maybe because I’m sure he already knows I’m lying, since Jules probably gave the club the damn practice schedule.

“Darlin? Stop being a troublemaker. I’m just going to keep asking when you have time for me, and if you keep coming up with excuses, I’m just liable to show up whenever the hell I want. And if tomorrow and the next day are anything like I’m feeling for you right now, I’d be stationed at your desk all the damn day.”

Crap, he went and made my panties melt.

“Stop playing hard to get.” He says it with zero menace in his voice, and I swear I can hear the smirk on his lips.

I react like every person does when told that: I deny it. “I’m not.”

Am I? Crap, I am. Though I’m not sure why. He’s already had me—well, a part of me. And I liked it a lot. Was I worried that he was going to not want to do it again? Of course I was. For half the morning, I was worrying about it being a onetime deal. But he wouldn’t be calling if it was just once. Even though we didn’t have the “official” boinking going on, we had a semi-boink. He didn’t even get off. It was all about me, even when we slept. If it was just sex for him, he would have pushed harder, I think, or put on the charm a bit more. I doubt he didn’t realize what an airhead I can be once he has his hands and mouth on me. I’m basically a willing victim at that point. But he never pushed over the line.

When are you going to see what I see? What he sees? You’re a freaking catch, and you finally found the one who’s willing to take his time to reel you in. Hook. Line. Sinker.

“Yeah, you are, but I’m used to it.”

I laugh at his words because they’ve never been truer. The man has never curbed his flirting when it comes to me. And the more I think about it, the more I realize he only flirted with me, or tried to, when I was around.

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