Knock Love Out (A Sensual New Adult Crossover Romance) (29 page)

“Stop, Jay. I have to answer it.”

“Please,” he grunted.

“I’ll be quick.”

Ridiculous.

If he’d been on top of me, all would’ve been forgotten—ringing phone, homework, the day’s worries, any impending emergency, fire in the room, a tornado spinning and twisting toward us. Everything would’ve swooped down into the dark corners of my mind and been ignored as nothing but Jay occupied my senses.

“You said you would stop answering the damn phone during sex.” Jay pulled out and rolled over, out of my gaze. So quick, I could barely get another glimpse of his cock. Inch by inch, I covered the blanket over my head to hide that I was awake. Chocolate satin sheet within a green hue served as my only view. I sank deeper into my pillow and closed my eyes.

Damn it.

“Just give me a minute.” Movement sounded from their end. “I swear this time it’s an emergency.”

“Who is it?” Jay asked.

“My dad. I’m taking it outside.” Footsteps came next. Our door creaked opened and then slammed shut. The music lowered. Shuffling sounded from the bed as Jay murmured curses. I decided to go back to sleep, knowing he would pass out soon. Cynthia never took a minute on the phone. She gabbed for hours. Her dad never called this late either. In fact, he never really called her at all.

I’d heard her crying to her mother about it one night. “It’s like he divorced us both. I’ve left so many messages. Are you sure that’s dad’s new number?”

Why won’t she ever come when they have sex? Who does she talk to?

No one ever visited the room for her. Only my friends came by. Additionally, she never left the room unless it was to go to class or hang with Jay.
Maybe the person who is calling is back in her hometown.
Whoever was on the phone would keep her outside in our dorm’s hallway for a while. She would sit on one of the blue flowery couches in the lobby, turn on the television, and chat away as if a naked sculpted quarterback wasn’t lying in her bed with an aching erection.

Well, I might as well go to sleep. Party’s over.

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