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Kassie

The Fucking Backseat

I had a full conversation with the graphic design department with a complete PowerPoint of the animation work I've been dedicated to of the football team and homemade cupcakes. Literally, the elbow grease was unbelievable. And I didn't ask for much—all I wanted was an opportunity to prove myself and work on the same programs they did.

With a complete absence of dignity, I raced to Ryan's car, sneakers pounding against the concrete, and yanked open the car door, sliding in like I was getting chased.

"What'd they say?" Ryan demanded before I could even put my seatbelt on.

"They fucking loved it," I blurted out, rocking back against the chair, grinning so hard my face hurt. "Look—I got a list of passwords—they gave me a list of passwords —"

"I knew you could do it." He grinned and turned back to the steering wheel but I wasn't done with him.

I placed my hand on the side of his neck and inched up to his jaw, the jaw that I could draw in my sleep, and his eyes flickered over, surprised. God, he was so motherwatering. And the last time I saw him was at practice and they'd yanked him away from me before I could say two words from him.

Leaning up, anticipation hummed below my skin before I pressed my lips against his, melting into the kiss. Ryan moved against me, kissing me deeper and his hand slipped to my waist, drawing up my side, bringing a shiver out of me.

His tongue pushed in, tasting me, and he groaned, pulling me closer.

A blowjob in the car was the perfect way to celebrate finally getting what I wanted. I pushed him back and dipped down to his lap, cupping his cock.

"We are in the fucking backseat," Adam barked.

I yanked up and whipped around, looking at the back seat, at two of Ryan's best friends and my best friend, sandwiched between them, all three of them, shocked. Both Adam and Zariah gaped at me, head-on, but King had his eyes planted firmly at the window.

For a long moment I stared at them, blushing bright red. There was literally nothing I could've said. No excuses. My eyes shot to Ryan.

He adjusted his pants, shifting uncomfortably. "I forgot they were there."

"In the parking lot?" Zariah sucked in a breath. "Girl."

"I—" I wet my lips. "Hey. What's up…friends?"

"Oh, now we're getting hellos?" Adam demanded.

The blush flared hotter. "You were fucking a grad student in the towel room last Thursday."

"Yeah. And none of my friends were twiddling their thumbs in the chairs."

"Well, I—" I put up my hand to argue and lowered it. I pivoted to Ryan. "You're not going to say anything?"

He tugged on his pants again. "Give me five seconds."

"Ryan said he owes you a bet and we're going to the art building," Zariah told me, still shocked. "Girl. The parking lot? Like, where you work? I understand late at night in a random parking lot—but here? "

I pushed past her very valid point and focused on Ryan.

Was she talking about the bet from the Headbanded game?

Aww.

A smile tugged up on my face, looking at my boyfriend who was trying to hide his dick in front of our friends. I'd completely forgotten about that. Which I shouldn't have—I showed up everybody and shocked the shit out of him—but the fact that he not only remembered it but put together this whole thing…

"Don't look at me like that," Ryan grunted at me. "I'm trying to get it down."

Zariah sighed from the backseat. "Flex your thighs. It gets all the blood out."

From her side, Adam raised his eyebrows. "Does it work?"

"I don't know. Elijah's teammates told me it's a hockey player secret."

Twenty seconds passed and Ryan grinned, pulling the car away from the curb. "It works great."

"Oh my god." I breathed out, trying not to laugh. I stole a look back at the others. "And, not like I don't appreciate it, but you guys are here because…?"

"Ryan promised pizza," Adam breezed out.

"No, I didn't."

King nodded. "I could go for some pizza."

"I didn't promise pizza."

"Pizza's fantastic payment but we could also get cinnamon sticks and breadsticks," Zariah pointed out and the guys in the back agreed instantly.

Ryan sighed and made a right, driving deeper into Marrs campus. I threw a grin at him.

"Thanks, ball dribbler."

"I owe you one, art girl. I figured it's time to deliver."