like everything my class went over this last period, and the paper was formatted like the last test.
“Where did you get this from?”
“An old file. It’s been passed around for years.”
“So she doesn’t change them?”
He shook his head. “No one’s managed to get the others. Bacote is so old, she has no desire to change shit. She’ll be retiring in January.”
This was too much. A test and an outline were just what the doctor ordered. I’d just begun to feel overwhelmed by school and boxing before flying out to the fight a couple of days ago. And once again, Ashton was here, holding me down like he wanted me to win.
“Look, Ashton,” I turned to face him. “I don’t know how to say—”
He grabbed me at the sides of my face and brought his face to mine until his lips were on me and my braless tits were against his chest. His tongue pushed into my mouth and, once again, it took a few seconds for my brain to kick in. He tasted like chocolate frosting. When I did think to kiss him, he backed me to my bed. That was a good thing. My knees went weak again and I needed the help.
His hand pushed to the back of my head, pulling the scrunchie from my ponytail. Right away, my scalp felt a sense of relief I didn’t know I needed. He lifted until his fingers gripped my scalp in a massage as his tongue took dives in my mouth. My arms felt heavy and fell to my sides after slipping from his hard biceps. In spite of the pain from those areas, it felt like he was fucking my mouth…in a good way. In a way that made me wonder what it would be like to have him do it other places.
When he pulled back, Ashton caught my bottom lip and nibbled on it. His eyes were heavy and studying me as we tried catching our breaths.
“I’ve missed you,” rumbled deeply from his gut.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“For what?”
Yeah. For what?
“I mean…” I licked my lips, not able to back away from his heated, hard body. And as always, Ashton smelled like the devil serving up the juiciest apple. “We were both training.” My eyes fell to his chest. “You had your game and I had a fight.”
“And you didn’t want to chill in between.”
Seemed like he was accusing me of something.
My forehead stretched. “Did you want to chill with me?”
“Terribly.” He thrust into me, making me feel more than I bargained for. My stomach contracted and we were separated by inches. Ashton jumped back. “Fuck, Tori!” he whispered, nose widening, eyes closing. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I forgot…”
“Forgot what?” Then it hit me. I covered my face, frustrated. “I’m not glass, Ashton. If it wasn’t okay I’d’ve beat your ass by now.”
His head popped back and a welcomed smile lifted on his face. “Beat my ass? Whoa!”
I sniffled. “Don’t trip. I’ve fucked up a couple of niggas in my neck of the woods.”
“Well, I ain’t Millville, Nabby-girl. I’m Brick City.” His shoulders bounced with swag.
“Yeah. By way of South Orange.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.
Ashton’s palms lifted in the air. “Best of both worlds. Momma raised me, though.” I couldn’t help but smile as I shook my head. “Let’s start working on this paper. It’s due in what? Three days.”
My eyes closed in defeat. “I always seem to wait till the last minute.”
“You’re an athlete,” he explained, powering on my laptop on my desk. “We work our asses off all day for the sport, and have to find time for the one thing that has us at this fine university.” He winked.
I sighed, dragging myself to my desk. “Yeah, I guess. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m cut out for all of this.”
“Trust me: you are. And I’m here to teach you the ropes.”
I stilled at the desk chair, my eyes rolled up to him. “And what about when you leave? What about next semester when you’re not gonna be around anymore?”
Ashton shrugged, looking confused. “My agent will work on what my life will be like next semester. I’ll let his competent team handle all that. But,” He gave a bow at the neck. “I’m here now. Let’s get it.”
I slumped down in the hard ass wooden chair. In the corner of my eye, I saw Ashton pull his hoodie over his head. Then he kicked off his