Schooling the Jock (Nerds Vs Jocks #1) - - Eli Easton Page 0,65

I got too close to the steam jet with my foot.”

Good thinking, but that moan sure as fuck hadn’t sounded like pain. “I’m cooked.” I got up and walked on shaking legs to the door. Dobbs didn’t follow, which was good, but I hoped he’d finished before I yanked him out of his orgasm. And I hoped he wasn’t pissed at me for my subterfuge. Hell, even if I was out and everyone knew we were lovers, I wouldn’t want some random guy thinking we were jerking each other off in the steam room.

Of course, it had been fantastic, and I planned to get off with Dobbs every chance I got. Just preferably in more private places.

Oh, Knox, how your tune has changed. Give me a little sex and I want a lot. Some people might claim that was because I was twenty. I’d say it was because Jeffrey Dobson was my own personal uber aphrodisiac. Like oysters, chocolate, chili peppers, and maca, my Quiz Bowl stuffed brain supplied.

The man himself walked into the locker bay a few seconds later, and the shit-eating grin on his face suggested he wasn’t mad. I felt a wave of relief. Pathetic but true.

We got dressed in silence and then walked out of the gym together, giving a wave to Gorzo. I started toward the nursing building, and Dobbs fell in beside me. “I’ve been thinking. We could practice Quiz Bowl in my room.”

I glanced at him, stunned. “At your house? You’re kidding? Unless you actually mean practice.” I barked a laugh.

He stopped walking and crossed his arms with a sexy grin. I stopped beside him. He said, “Uh, it just happens that my roommate is Hedgehog. Remember him?”

I shrugged. “He used to be me, right?”

“Correct. But now”—his grin got positively evil— “he happens to be the human sacrifice that got hurled to your jocks for the flag-football team. They’ve paired him up with this human mountain called Bubba.”

I gaped. “You’re fucking kidding me. My Bubba?”

He nodded. “Yep, and apparently Bubba’s got Hedge training night and day to try to whip the guy into shape. This requires a certain level of whipping because the strongest muscle in Hedgehog’s body is his frontal lobe.”

“Ouch. Bubba’s hardcore.” I laughed. “He told me he wants to be a personal trainer one day. I don’t envy Hedgehog being his guinea pig.”

“My point exactly.” Dobbs uncrossed his arms and dropped them to his sides. After a quick glance around, he let his fingertips idly stroke along the back of my hand. “Honestly, Bubba has his job cut out for him. Hedge is practically a wet noodle. For some reason, Hedge is actually going along with it.” He gave me a knowing smile. “But that means he’s gone a lot, for hours and hours. Plus, he often visits his folks on the weekend since they live just outside Madison. He knows how hard Quiz Bowl is, so if I tell him we’re going to cloister ourselves to study, he won’t be surprised.”

“Well, that’s convenient.” I mirrored his smile. “Sure as hell beats the steam room. Even Gorzo might start to catch on if we fuck around at the gym.”

There was a glimmer of something less than warm in Dobbs’s eyes, but he glanced at his watch before I could read anything into it. “Holy shit. Class.” He turned in a circle, apparently saw nobody, raised up on tiptoe, and planted a kiss on my lips, then ran like a rabbit in the opposite direction. “I’ll call you.”

I’d sucked in a breath in shock when he kissed me, and now I let it out slowly. Dobbs was undoubtedly the most exciting guy, no make that person, I’d ever met. He was brilliant, challenging, and daring.

I looked around at the buildings, hoping no one had been watching from a window. Worry overrode the warm feeling from the kiss.

I just hope he’s not too daring for me.

Chapter Eighteen

Dobbs

The end of February was cold. Arctic cold. Back-of-the-deep-freezer cold. I met Jesse in the mornings for a Quiz Bowl run and workout a few days a week. I hated getting up that fucking early, but I was serious about getting in as much practice as possible—and I liked having that quiet early-morning time with him. So wake up, I did.

Once, when we had the steam room to ourselves, I slipped down to kneel between his legs and gave him a blow job. It was crazy trying to get him off during the few minutes of