Schooling the Jock (Nerds Vs Jocks #1) - - Eli Easton Page 0,50

know he noticed. And if he noticed that, what else did he…

He shot another question at me, and I hit the buzzer without comment from him.

Two questions went by that I didn’t know, so he slid the cards over and let me read them, so I could memorize them in case we got something similar at a meet. I read each one, but he leaned over so his head was close to mine and his hand still held the card. His nearness made more tingling spring up in vulnerable places. I read the cards as fast as I could and sat back in the chair.

Those dark eyes gazed at me for a long minute. I couldn’t catch my breath. Then he shot a tough question at me I stumbled over but managed to answer on the second clue.

It might have been my imagination, but he seemed to move even closer. “This Greek goddess invented a double-reeded flute, but upon trying to play it, she saw her cheeks bulging out and threw it away in disgust.” He glanced at the card. “Second clue. This Greek goddess of wisdom sprung fully grown from Zeus’s forehead.”

My eyes glued to the movement of his lips, I said, “Athena.”

“So right. Next question. Many people believe that those who claim to be bisexual are simply people who haven’t realized they’re gay or straight.”

My eyes were a cobra, and his full lips were a flute. I couldn’t look away. I murmured, “Is there a question in there?”

“Um hm, is that statement true or false?”

My heart hammered so hard in my ears I couldn’t hear. “I—I—” I didn’t want to say it. I didn’t, but his eyes were so intense. I couldn’t hide from those eyes. “True. Some people think that.”

“Correct. And what do you believe?”

My mouth was on autopilot. “I think bisexual is bisexual and gay is gay.”

“Oh?” His face was so close to mine I could feel the whisper of breath with each word. “And which are you, Jesse Knox? Because you’re getting hard right now, just like you did in the steam room. Aren’t you?” His warm hand settled high up on my thigh—so high his pinky finger could almost touch…

The breath caught in my throat and my face burned as heat rushed through me. I couldn’t have moved if the library had been on fire. I was helpless as Dobbs clasped my cheek, held my face still, and planted those lips I’d been dreaming about for a week right on mine.

I froze, and just as fast, I melted. Lips as soft, no softer than I’d dreamed. Check. Tongue sliding between my lips and heating up my mouth like an oven. Double check. My cock screaming in my jeans for blessed relief. Hell yes. Some small part of my brain knew I should push him away and insist I wasn’t gay. But that would be like standing in front of an avalanche and talking to it sternly. No way could I stop.

Dobbs stumbled to his feet, grabbed my arm, and pulled me around the last stack of books in the reference section. My exploded brain had just enough time to wonder if he was going to look up how to fuck a running back who’s six inches taller when he shoved me up against the stacks and must have stood on tiptoe because he managed to kiss me passionately and insinuate his hard cock beside mine. Or more likely it was because I was fully cooperating by bending my knees and was rutting against him so hard it was a miracle the shelf was still standing.

Holy crap, if I’d wondered what it would be like to make out with Dobbs, this was at least ten times hotter than I’d ever imagined. I couldn’t stop myself from pressing my hips hard against him or from sucking on his tongue like he was the antidote to poison. Maybe he was. The antidote to years of denial. I wrapped my arms around him and angled my mouth and my dick for more and better contact. Images of dropping to my knees and sucking him off filled my head. I wanted that. I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath.

A slam not far from us stopped my mouth and my heart.

Dobbs lifted his head to look around and whispered, “It’s okay. Someone just dropped a book.”

Someone? Holy shit, that could be a someone who was about to walk around the corner of the shelves and report to