Dirty Saint: A Secret Baby Sports Romance Read Free Page A

fuck me heels.
    I grin to myself. She is wearing a pair of fuck me heels.
    This should keep me occupied for quite a while. I push through the crowd and stop in front of her. She’s been pushed into a corner by an increasingly drunken mob doing some ridiculous dance and filming themselves for social media.
    I clear my throat. “Hey,” I say to her.
    She looks up at me with hazel, round eyes. “Uh…hi,” she says.
    God, her lips are perfection. Full and round and I can already picture them wrapped around my cock. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. You a freshman? Or just a lost woodland creature?” She really does resemble a scared little animal right now. It’s almost like she hasn’t experienced human contact before.
    “What?”
    “I’m Saint,” I say, reaching out my hand.
    She takes hold of it with uncertainty. “Nice to meet you,” she replies.
    “What’s your name?” I ask, wondering why she’s playing hard to get like this.
    “I gotta go,” she replies, pushing past me. I lose her in the sea of people and curse.
    “Fuck!” She was the only thing keeping me here. Now it looks like she’s leading me on a chase. I like a challenge.
    “Saint!” Rick grabs my arm, his drunk girlfriend hanging on his shoulder. “You leaving?”
    I shake my head. “No. You?”
    Rick laughs. “We’re headed upstairs. Don’t leave without me. You’re the only one who knows the nighttime key code to the dorm, alright?”
    “Rick, how many times have we done this? I know the drill. Just be sure to wrap it up before you fuck your woman.”
    His girlfriend laughs. I can’t ever remember her name. Rory? Something like that.
    “Like I’d let him fuck me otherwise,” she says with a chuckle.
    They disappear upstairs and now I’ve thoroughly lost the trail of my mystery woman. I push through the crowd, beating feminine hands off of me. One of them grabs my ass and it’s all I can do to tear myself away from her.
    I could fuck any woman I want to here tonight. But there’s only one girl I actually want to fuck. Now I have to find her.

CHAPTER FIVE
    ESTHER
    I run away from Saint like he’s on fire. I don’t even know why he walked over to me. But he’s bad, bad news. I can’t get involved with someone like him; I shouldn’t even be seen with someone like him. I shouldn’t even be here.
    Tears prick at my eyes and sweaty bodies push against me as I try to make my way to the other side of the house. I open several doors and accidentally walk in on at least half a dozen people having sex.
    I’m blushing so hard my ears feel like they’re on fire. I find the last room and realize with a shock that I’ve found wonderland.
    It’s a library.
    “Oh, thank you, Heavenly Father,” I whisper.
    There’s a plush, leather armchair next to a round mahogany side table. I pull the chain on a Tiffany lamp and enjoy the orange glow. I pace around the room, trailing my fingertips across well-worn paperback spines.
    I land on a copy of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn and pull it off the shelf. This book is like running into an old friend. I snuggle up with a cashmere throw and drape my legs over the arms of the chair, cracking open the book and getting lost in a more familiar world than the one I’m sitting in currently.
    I’m so intensely involved with the story I don’t even hear the door open. I don’t hear the footsteps growing closer and closer. I don’t even realize I’m not alone until a masculine voice whispers a foot away from my ear.
    “Good book?”
    I yelp and drop the book on the floor, pulling the throw up around me absurdly, as if I’m actually naked and someone walked in on me in my bedroom.
    Then I realize who it is.
    It’s Saint.
    “You scared me!” I say unnecessarily, trying to calm my racing heart. But looking at his blue eyes is making it hard for my heart to stop running at a million miles an hour.
    He laughs, giving me the cock-eyed grin that lights up TV screens