Hooped #5 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #5) Read Free Page B

re-taking the
test was out of the way. “The season doesn’t last forever, you know,” Devon
pointed out to me.
    “Well duh, it wouldn’t be a season then,” I quipped.
Devon grinned.
    “What I mean is, once we’re in the off-season, we can
just relax. I’ll still have to hit the gym—gotta stay at my peak—but I won’t
have practice, I won’t have games. We can go out on dates, see movies, all that stuff.” I rolled my eyes, grinning.
    “We do that now!” I gave him a playful shove. “You’re
just looking forward to a time when you can keep me in your room all weekend
without missing a practice.” Devon laughed.
    “No, I think that’s you,” he told me, pinning me down
on the bed and kissing along the column of my throat. “You’re the most
sex-obsessed woman I’ve ever met, babe. Seriously.”
    “Well, that’s thanks to you,” I told him, reaching up
and threading my fingers through his hair, holding his face close to mine as I
looked up into his eyes. “If you weren’t so great in bed, I probably wouldn’t
be so obsessed with keeping you here.”
    “Well, we need to get back to work in a minute,” Devon
said. He kissed me. “But maybe if you’re good, I’ll learn everything in a blink
of an eye, and we can spend the rest of
the night seeing how many times I can make you come.”   I laughed.
    “Unfortunately, after we finish your study session for
the night I have to do one of my own,” I told him, wriggling free of his arms.
“I’ve got a test tomorrow in Chem , and I am not as
naturally gifted at science as you are.” Devon frowned, looking at me in
concern.
    “We can study together—I mean, I’ve got time before
they give me the ACT again. Let’s go over your stuff for a while, it’s bound to
help me, too.” I grinned.
    “Well lay it on me, player!” We switched out his books for my own and started going over some of the things I was having trouble with in chemistry.
I was surprised—and shocked to be surprised—that Devon was actually really
interested, really helpful. As good as I was in math and English, he had a knack for science, showing me a shortcut to a couple
of the solutions in the chemical equations. “How is it that you can balance a
chemical equation but not work out a quadratic formula?” Devon chuckled.
    “The chemical equations give you a result; that’s why. You know exactly what it
should be before you even start.” We switched back and forth between my studies
and his, trading different tips and tricks, and it felt so good and natural
that I was almost sorry when I started to feel sleepy.   As we began to wind down, our conversation
became more about flirting than it was about studying; we teased each other
about different things we’d noticed each other doing. “You know, whenever
you’re really focused, you get this little wrinkle, right here,” Devon told me,
lightly touching the space between my eyebrows.
    “Yeah, well, I saw you sticking out your tongue while
you were writing out the equation for one of the questions in the book,” I
countered, sticking my tongue out and wiggling it in Devon’s direction.
    “Hey! You were supposed to be reading up on Planck’s constant
while I was doing that. Some great student you are.” Devon pushed me down onto
the bed playfully, tickling me all over until I squealed and squirmed my way
free of his hands.
    We talked about Devon’s friends and teammates, about
the rest of my friends except for Kelly, and it just felt so comfortable to be
with him that I couldn’t imagine ever breaking up with Devon. I can’t even think of why I let Kelly
influence me in any way, I thought, watching him read through a section of
the English portion of the test as the final drill of the night. Devon was just
exactly what I had always wanted in a boyfriend, and I couldn’t imagine any
person making me happier than he did. It was impossible.
    “I’m so glad you decided to stalk me,” I told Devon as
I nestled