Darkroom: A Moo U Hockey Romance, Kate Willoughby [best books to read for young adults .TXT] 📗

That was some sweet fucking torture right there. In a matter of moments, I was hard and ready with shit-all I could do about it and no one to blame but myself.

“Now, shift the card every five seconds to expose one more inch or so of the paper each time,” Randi said. “Like this…one, two, three, four, five, shift. See? One, two, three, four, five, shift. We do this to determine the correct exposure time…”

Indi, that evil woman, timed her ministrations to Randi’s count, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke stroke, but on “shift” she squeezed the head of my cock.

Jesus H Christ. I was going to lose my mind.

Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. Beaten at my own game, I removed my hand from her behind and she let go of my package. I really hoped Randi hadn’t caught onto our darkroom hanky-panky. I’d tried like hell to keep my breathing even. But even if she had noticed, I’m sure it wasn’t the first time.

“Okay, any questions?” Randi asked.

“I think we can handle it,” I said. Frankly, I didn’t care that much if we messed up. We’d taken some photos with our cell phones as back-up, so if we screwed up the prints, no big deal.

“Okay. Good luck,” Randi said and left.

“Alone at last,” I said.

I grinned as I flipped the switch so the room was bathed in that lurid red light. Handily, this also turned on the “No-Entry - Darkroom In Use” sign outside in the hallway. That handy bit of information, I’d paid attention to.

“Hudson, what are you doing?”

“Making sure we aren’t disturbed,” I said before taking her in my arms and sealing my mouth over hers.

Unlike the other night, this kiss was incendiary right off the bat. Hot and wet and eager. I put both hands on her butt now so I could grind up against her. She moaned in my mouth. I wanted to kiss my way to her ear, but remembered that her face was off limits, so I went for her neck instead. Breathing a little faster, she shuddered in my arms, and it was such a turn on that she loved what I was doing. I covered her neck and throat with kisses and she started moaning louder.

Normally, I wouldn’t care who heard us, but if there’s anything a hockey team loves more than hockey, it’s pranks. All it would have taken was a teammate taking note of my name on the sign-up, hearing the moaning, and recording it on his phone for broadcasting later in the locker room. Now, it would be a pretty big coincidence that they happened by the darkroom at just the right time especially since it was pretty early in the morning, and I could easily laugh it off and claim the prankster just recorded sound off a porno and was saying it was me. But better safe than sorry, I figured.

I got my phone, chose some music and maxed out the volume. When I turned my attention back to her, her lips were parted and a little swollen. Her hair was mussed, her eyes a little glazed. I advanced on her and took her mouth again in a hot, wet, deep kiss and she kissed me back, tangling her fingers in my hair and holding on like she wasn’t ever going to let go. I loved it. I’d wondered if the other night had been a fluke, but here was proof positive it hadn’t been. My body felt like it was on fire.

Pulling back, I brushed my thumbs across her nipples, right over her shirt. Gasping, her eyes rolled back into her head and I toyed with her breasts. A tad more than a handful, they were soft and yielding. Her nipples hardened against my palms and my cock pulsed in my pants.

Even as a wave of need rolled through my body, I wondered how far we were going to go. Right now, I was at about seventy-five percent go-for-the-gold and damn the consequences, but something inside me didn’t like the idea of quick and dirty for our first time together.

Because I wanted more than a quick bang with Indi. I’d had enough one-night stands and awkward morning-afters to realize the two of us connected on a deeper level. We looked at a lot of life in the same way. She was low maintenance and she freaking dipped her French fries. How could I not fall for a girl who dipped her French fries? And yet she had a deep side too. There was a lot more to her than met the eye and I’d seen glimpses of parts of her, vulnerable parts, that I wanted to explore and understand.

14

Indi

Hudson Forte was driving me insane. I knew this was a fact because I was ready to blow off the extra credit and drag him back to Carter Hall so he could bang my brains out. My body was flushed and ready, and his was hard and hot. I hadn’t made my bed and there were dishes in the sink, but he wouldn’t care.

The only thing preventing me from suggesting we go to my place was a promise I’d made to myself not to repeat the mistake I’d made with my ex-boyfriend, Austin. Unable to deal with my birthmark on the night we planned to have sex for the first time, Austin had torn apart my self-esteem. I’d learned the hard way, if I couldn’t trust a guy enough to see my real face, I shouldn’t trust him with the most intimate areas of my body, not to mention my heart.

But if there was ever a time I wanted to break that promise, it was now. Hudson was compassionate and interested in my hopes and dreams in a way Austin had never been. And his kisses, his touch, the feel of his hot breath on my skin flooded me with a need I’d never felt