Hunter (Campus Kings): A Football Secret Baby Novel Read Online Free PDF

crotch into
me. Something hard is pushing into my waist... my brain goes fuzzy for a minute
as I try to process what it could be.
    I step back with a gasp. "You have to leave."
    He frowns. "What? Seriously?"
    "Yes. That was a very bad idea. Very bad."
    "Felt pretty good to me. And I think it did to you,
too," he says, a little smirk reaching his lips.
    I shake my head, even though I couldn't agree with him more.
"No. Sorry."
    "Liar. When can I see you again, then?"
    "You're not listening. This, we, or whatever, it's a
non-starter," I stride decisively toward my door and open it. "Thank
you for helping me with my roommate."
    He stares at me, opens his mouth as though he's about to
argue with me, then shuts it again. With a frown, he stalks toward the door,
then disappears as he turns down the hallway. I quickly shut the door, and lock
it.
    In a daze, I walk toward my bed, kicking off my sneakers as
I go. I hear Danielle snoring softly a few feet away as I slide under my sheets
and pull them up to my neck.
    Hunter Phillips just kissed me. Holy crap.
    The guy that my father most specifically warned me against.
Well, it doesn't matter now, anyway. I kicked him out of my room, and we won't
see each other again. Whatever craziness happened tonight, whatever strange
impulse inspired him to kiss me...it's over. In the past.
    I shut my eyes, but his face is burned on the inside of my
eyelids. Not just his face, that body, too. I mean, I've seen plenty of
pictures, and I watch my dad's games to support him, but Hunter Phillips is
something else in person. It's not just how handsome he is, and how massive and
sculpted his body is. There's something else…
    He's magnetic.
    I can't help it. My hand drifts southward, under my shorts
and panties. I'm so turned on, my underwear is practically soaking. I begin to
touch myself, imagining what might have happened had Hunter Phillips stayed in
my room. His shirt coming off, being able to feel my skin naked against his,
and that bulge that I felt on my stomach sliding down and then thrusting inside
me over and over again…
     

 
    Chapter 8
    Hunter
     
    My hands clench and unclench in the locker room. We're at
the stadium for our home game opener, and it's against our rivals in the SEC,
the University of Tennessee. I can hear the crowd from here, cheering for their
Tigers to take the field.
    I'm always pumped up before a game, but right now I feel
like a fucking rocket that's being held at the launch pad. I fucked four other
girls this week, just trying to forget about Britt, but it didn't help.
Everyone involved got off, but here I am, still thinking about her. Those
breasts, that tiny waist that shook when I put my hands on her, the taste of
peppermint in her mouth…
    Fuck! I'm about to go on the field in front of thousands of
screaming fans and face off against a bunch of monsters who want nothing more
than to grind me into the dirt, and I'm thinking about some girl.
    I am Hunter fucking Phillips.
    I'm probably just thinking about her because she turned me
down, and I can't remember the last time that happened. All I need to do to get
her out of my head is sleep with a few more groupies.
    Oh, and first I have to win this game.
    We line up in the tunnel. Adam and I square off, pounding
our fists on each other's shoulder pads. Fireworks blast off at the tunnel
entrance, and we get the signal to go. I lead the charge, running out as the
smoke clears between two rows of cheerleaders. 
    Eighty thousand people leap to their feet. The sound
reverberates in the bowl-shaped arena, but I'm used to it, and my ears quickly
adjust to the volume. We win the coin toss, the kickoff returner gets the ball
to Tennessee's thirty-five-yard line, and I set up behind the safety.
    I feel a moment of nerves and take a deep breath. This is my
final season of college football, and I know the pro scouts are in the stands
or watching on ESPN. I eye the defense and call out an audible. My nerves are
gone. I'm exactly