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“They’re your favourites, and you have six on game days? Yeah, I already know that. I know you.”

“I worry that I won’t live up to my dad’s legacy, and I’ll end up letting my family down.”

Lincoln stilled, and I gasped. I hadn’t even realised that I felt that way, but…yeah, I did. Apparently. Shit. I couldn’t even begin to unpack that, so instead, I moved, grabbing his chin and angling his head so I could suck my own mark into his skin. Everyone needed to know he was mine.

When he groaned low in his throat, I moved, straddling his thighs and slanting my mouth over his.

I was going to be pulling an all-nighter to finish my assignment, but he was totally worth it.

34

DAN

Glancing towards the front of the lecture theatre to make sure our lecturer’s attention was focused elsewhere, I leaned forwards to the row in front of me, bracing my arm on the back of Liana’s chair. “Is this website legit?”

Jerking her head around to meet my gaze, she shot me a warning look. “Keep it down.”

“Li.”

With a sigh, she grabbed my phone and swung back around, her shimmering red ponytail almost whipping me across the face. I jumped back just in time. To my left, Kane growled low under his breath.

“Don’t start, Worthy. I’ve got a big issue with someone, and Li’s helping me out,” I muttered, and although I wasn’t looking at him, I just knew he was rolling his eyes.

“We know.”

“Who’s ‘we’?”

He ignored my question. “Where did you go last night after the game? You were supposed to get a lift home with me, and all I got was an excuse that you needed to do something you couldn’t talk about. I noticed you didn’t get back to the house until four in the morning, and you’ve been yawning all day today. Did someone keep you up most of the night?” When I turned my head to glare at him, his eyes dropped to my latest collection of Lincoln-related marks on my throat, and he smirked. “The same person who keeps giving you all those?”

My heart rate kicked up, but I forced out a laugh. “Wow, I didn’t know you had a side hustle as my personal stalker. What were you doing awake then anyway? Any funny business you wanna make me aware of?”

A deep voice cut through our conversation. “Mr. Hoyton. Do you have something to contribute? Any scintillating morsels of wisdom you’d like to add to my lecture?”

Shit. I waved my hand in the air, shooting our lecturer a bright smile. “Me? Nope. You’re doing a great job. So great. I couldn’t possibly add anything that would improve it.”

“Then shut your mouth, before I shut it for you.”

Oh, I just loved lecturers at Cranham Uni. It was so much fun to be seated in a draughty, uncomfortable former prison hall with an ex-prison warden-slash-former wrestler giving you talks on managerial economics, interspersed with idle threats to your life.

From my other side, Jay pointedly elbowed me, and I flopped back in my seat with a sigh. A couple of minutes later, Liana coughed discreetly, handing my phone back. I reached out, glancing at my screen to find my notes app open with a message all in caps:

WTF DANIEL? WHY ARE YOU SHOWING ME SEX TOYS IN THE MIDDLE OF A LECTURE? IN FACT, WHY ARE YOU SHOWING ME SEX TOYS FULL STOP?

I groaned, balancing my phone on my thigh beneath my small fold-down table, out of sight of the lecturer. Opening up my conversation with Liana, I tapped out a quick message.

Me:

i just need to know if the site is legit. remember the big D thing? got to be prepared

I stared at the back of her head as the lecturer droned on about economic principles, hoping my psychic waves would transfer into her brain. Millions of years passed, but finally, she dipped her hand into her bag, drawing out her phone, and a minute later, I got a reply.

Liana:

Yes it’s legit. Please don’t show me pictures of sex toys in the middle of a lecture. There’s a time and a place

Me:

sorry my queen. won’t happen again