Hooped #3 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series, Book #3) Read online

  HOOPED #3

  The Hooped Series Book #3

  BAD BOY FRAT

  By Claire Adams

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2015 Claire Adams

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  Chapter One

  “Jenn? Babe—you okay?” I shook myself out of the shock and forced myself to smile. I took a deep breath and decided that I would think about Kelly later. For now, I was just going to enjoy my time with Devon.

  “Yeah, Dev,” I said, turning over in the bed to face him. “I’m fine. Just thinking a little bit.” Devon wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close under the blankets, trailing his hands all over my body.

  “I’m glad you decided to listen to me, to hang out with me,” Devon said, kissing me on the lips lightly. I giggled, barely breaking away from his lips while my hands wandered all over his body.

  “Well you didn’t really give me much choice,” I pointed out. “I feel like you would have kept on dropping in on me until I agreed.” Devon grinned.

  “I probably would have left you alone eventually,” he said sheepishly. “I didn’t want to make you feel like I was stalking you or anything. But I was going to do whatever I could to get a chance to make things right with you.” Devon nuzzled into my neck, dragging his lips along the column of my throat. “It was driving me crazy, thinking that I’d screwed up my chances with such an awesome girl.”

  “Especially when you hadn’t really done anything wrong,” I said, smiling. “Other than, you know, having a past.” Devon laughed.

  “I wish I could go back in time and tell past me what he was risking,” Devon said, kissing me on the lips again.

  “Well,” I said, pressing my body against his; I was already hungry for more, already starting to heat up with desire. “It’s the past, right? I can’t hold that against you.” Devon grinned, cupping one of my breasts in his hands and giving it a light squeeze.

  “The past is the past,” Devon said, bringing his lips back up to mine to kiss me hungrily. “And right now all I want to think about is the present and the future.” He rocked his hips against mine, and I could feel his cock already starting to get hard. I pushed my hips down against his, my hands wandering over Devon’s body, caressing and touching, exploring him everywhere. “Are you ready for more?” Devon asked me, looking down with a flicker of concern in his eyes.

  “Ready?” I asked, grinning up at him as my body heated up. “If you don’t give me more, I’m going to get up, get dressed, and leave.” Devon chuckled, reaching down between our bodies and rubbing against my already-wet labia. He found my clit by touch and began to stroke me even as he continued to rock his hips, rubbing against me until he was fully hard, sending jolts of sensation through my body that made me hotter and hotter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto Devon’s shoulders, running my fingers through his hair as he kissed me over and over again, rubbing and stroking me until I was on the edge of orgasm.

  Devon shifted down between my hips, bringing his fingers away from my clit to guide his cock up against my inner labia, rubbing against my slick folds for a few teasing moments before he thrust into me slowly. I was still a little sore—even though I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I was definitely still tender from minutes earlier—but as Devon filled me up inch by inch, his heat and hardness pushing past the resistance of my body, I moaned against his neck, clutching him close. He felt so good—so right—inside of me, his body pressed against mine, that I almost couldn’t believe that I had thought seriously about throwing it away. I fell into his rhythm, pushing my hips down as Devon thrust into me, letting my hands wander everywhere, all over his body as we moved together.

  Devon kissed me all over—my lips, my neck, my shoulder, my breasts—as I writhed and twisted underneath him, pleasure building up inside of me more and more every moment. “God, Jenny, you feel so good,” Devon murmured in my ear, moving faster and faster inside of me. I could feel his cock twitching, the tip of it rubbing along my inner walls, barely brushing up against my g-spot as we both came closer and closer to orgasm. He slid one hand between our bodies and I cried out as he began to stroke and rubbed my clit in counterpoint to his thrusts, sending tingling jolts of pleasure through my body that were too good to ignore. My thighs flexed, my legs tightening around him as he brought me to the edge of orgasm; I tried to hold back to savor the feeling, but in a matter of moments I felt the first wave of pleasure as I came, panting and moaning, my nails digging into Devon’s back. He kept thrusting into me harder and faster, rubbing me with his fingers as I came. My climax intensified until I couldn’t think of anything at all; I was barely even aware of Devon tensing against me, I barely heard his long, low moan of pleasure. I felt the hot sticky-slick gush of his climax as my own spasms began to abate.

  As I started to come back to myself, barely aware of having blacked out from pleasure, I couldn’t help thinking about Kelly. In spite of the fact that I had changed the subject, and Devon’s suggestion that we only think about the present and the future, my brain turned foggily onto the subject of my roommate—the girl I’d thought of as my best friend.

  Why hadn’t she told me anything at all about having dated Devon? It didn’t make any sense. She could have told me—which would have given her argument that I shouldn’t have anything to do with Devon even more weight. She could have even told me just because she wanted to share her life with me.

  “Back in the land of the living, Jenny?” Devon asked me, nuzzling against my neck.

  “Mmhmm. A little bit, anyway.” I grinned at Devon, opening my eyes and looking up at him. Devon chuckled, kissing me lightly on the lips. He caressed me all over, teasing and touching, exploring my curves.

  We started talking as we cuddled and caressed each other; Devon turned on the stereo in his room, and we started chatting about everything and nothing, joking about the members of his frat, the different players on his team. “I actually met Miles the other night,” I told him, shifting to be closer in the bed to him.

  “Oh? Did he try to steal you from me?” Devon asked, pretend-scowling at me.

  “Nah, he invited me to tag along to a party, but he wasn’t really interested in me. Nice guy—you two work well together.”

  “You’ve really been analyzing our play, huh?” I shrugged.

  “Hey, I told you the first night we met that I was into basketball. Not my fault if you didn’t believe me.” Devon laughed.

  “I believed you—I just didn’t think you were going to start coaching me.” I rolled my eyes.

  “I’m not coaching. Just noticing. I don’t even play, so it’s not like I can tell you anything you don’t already know.”

  We talked about our favorite teams, about Devon’s possibilities for eventually going pro, and whether or not he wanted to. Even though I pretended that I was okay, that I was focused squarely on the future and the present�
�on being with him—in the back of my mind I was still thinking about Kelly. If she were really my friend, why wouldn’t she have given me the real reason that she didn’t want me to see Devon?

  Our conversation got slower and slower, and I nudged Devon as he trailed off mid-sentence, pointing out that after a game and two bouts of sex, it was perfectly fine for him to be sleepy. “Okay,” he said. “I’ll admit it. I was just afraid you’d pull your disappearing act again, and I’d have to chase you down tomorrow.” I rolled my eyes.

  “Go to sleep,” I said. “I’m tired too. You wore me out!” Devon grinned sleepily. “And I promise I will still be here when you wake up, as long as you don’t sleep until noon.” Devon fell asleep, his arms wrapped around me, his body warm against mine. I wished that I could fall asleep too; I wished that I could just drop into the dark depths and forget about everything other than being with the guy I really wanted.

  Instead, my mind was still spinning about the fact that the girl who’d been kissing Devon was Kelly. She had never seemed to be the jealous type before; I’d seen her brush off so many guys that I would never have suspected that she even caught feelings for anyone, much less held onto them after they left her life. But then, I’d never been after a guy she liked. It’s her word against his, I thought to myself. I like Devon a lot—and what he said makes sense. But what if the reason that things didn’t work out between them was because he was still a player? I looked at Devon’s sleeping face. He had seemed so sincere to me when we had been talking; and I had to admit that tracking me down the way he had was a sure sign that he was serious about getting to know me better, about dating me.

  Kelly being jealous also made her half-joking suggestions about getting revenge on Devon make sense to me. Of course she wanted revenge; she had had her feelings for him rejected. After all these years, she still wanted to get back at him for hurting her. But then the sight of her kissing Devon—now that I knew that it was her—made no sense. Why would she do that to get revenge on him? She had no reason to think that Devon really wanted me, and she had no way to know that I would be there at that particular moment. I hadn’t even known that she was going to the game.

  I couldn’t make sense of any of it, other than to think that Kelly was probably hurting a lot; she had been so kind to me when she had found out that I was heartbroken over Devon. That made sense, at least—she wanted someone else to join her in wanting to get back at him, someone to commiserate with. But why hadn’t she just told me that she knew Devon’s ways because she’d dated him and he’d dropped her for a new girl? It would have made so much more sense than to just feed me rumors about him. Maybe she’s just still hurting so much she doesn’t want to tell anyone about it at all, not even me. I thought about the fact that in the aftermath of seeing Devon in some other girl’s arms, I hadn’t even wanted anyone to know I’d been with him. That was the only answer that made any sense at all.

  I started to drift off, thinking about whether or not it would be a good idea to talk to Kelly about what I’d heard. On the one hand, it wasn’t like her relationship with Devon was a secret to me anymore; although I hadn’t told Devon that Kelly was my best friend. On the other hand, she had lied to me outright. She had tried to do something more than just give me advice, and I had to assume that it was purely to keep Devon away from me—or to keep me away from Devon. I had no idea what to do or think, how to feel about Kelly’s interference and the way she’d been so nice—but so dishonest. I fell asleep without even finishing my inner debate, too exhausted to keep thinking about it.

  Chapter Two

  When I woke up the next morning, Devon was still asleep next to me; I remembered that I had told him I wouldn’t pull my disappearing act a second time, but I knew I had to actually talk to Kelly about what I had learned. I slipped free of his arms and out from under the covers as carefully as possible, feeling guilty for leaving him the way I was—he would assume that there was still something wrong, I knew. But I also knew that I couldn’t just wake him up and tell him that the reason I was leaving was to confront the girl who’d grabbed and kissed him after the game. I hadn’t mentioned that Kelly was my friend; I didn’t want to even tell Devon about the fact that the girl who’d grabbed him was the same person who’d given me the advice to stay away from him.

  I rummaged through his book bag as quietly as I could until I found a pen and a piece of paper; at least, I thought, I could leave him a note so that he wouldn’t assume the worst about the situation. Hey Dev, I wrote. I know I promised I’d be there when you woke up, but something came up with one of my friends—crisis situation, have to handle it. I’m not mad at you, and I can’t wait to see you again. Text me babe!

  I folded up the piece of paper and put it where he’d be sure to find it, right where I had been in bed next to him. I hated having to do that to him again, and I hated even more that I wouldn’t even have a chance to enjoy being with him before I got breakfast and went to class. But I had to talk to Kelly—I had to do it before I lost my nerve and decided that I was going to just let it go.

  I got dressed as quietly as I could, shaking and starting every time Devon shifted in the bed; if he woke up I would have to give him the same excuse I had written down—but I knew he’d want to know more. I slipped out of his room and down the hall, holding my shoes and my purse in my hand as I made my way down the stairs as quickly and silently as possible. No one else in the frat was awake, thankfully; I also didn’t want anyone taunting Devon over the fact that his date for the night had sneaked out first thing in the morning. I still wasn’t entirely sure I wanted the fact that Devon and I were seeing each other to be common knowledge.

  I hurried across campus; Kelly had class soon—and I wanted to get to her before she left for class. My stomach was rumbling; I wished that I could stop for breakfast. But I had to get to her and confront her about what she had said and done before I lost my nerve. There has to be another side to this, I thought as I almost ran along the walkways, dodging the few people who were out and about, headed to classes. I hoped that no one had seen me at the game, or that if they had, they didn’t notice that I was wearing the same clothes that I had been the night before.

  I took the stairs up to my dorm room, not even bothering to wait for the elevator, and managed to get the door unlocked. Kelly was sitting in the common area, watching one of the morning news shows, eating the breakfast she’d gotten from the dining hall. “Hey,” I said, my heart racing in my chest. Now that the time had come to actually confront her about the situation, I had no idea what to say, how to open the conversation. Kelly looked me up and down, frowning in confusion.

  “Where’d you come from? I assumed you’d come in late last night.” I shrugged and threw myself down into the chair, my mind spinning.

  “I know about you and Devon,” I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth without any preamble.

  “What?” Kelly’s face went briefly white before she frowned, narrowing her eyes as she stared at me with something that seemed like shock. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “I know you were with Devon years ago, and it didn’t work out,” I said. “I also know that it was you who I saw kissing him the other night.” Kelly shook her head.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she told me, picking her to-go box up and taking another bite quickly. “I’ve never had anything to do with Devon Sealy. He’s way too much of a player for me, and I’ve seen him hurt way too many people.”

  “Kelly, he told me.” I held her gaze for a long moment as she stared back at me, silent.

  “When would he have told you something like that? That’s crazy. He’s just trying to get into your head, telling you your friend is poisoning you against him.” I shook my head.

  “He has no idea you’re my friend,” I said quietly. “I confronted him about seeing him with the girl and asked who it was. He told me your name. And that he had dated you a while back, and it hadn’t worked out.” Kelly rolle
d her eyes.

  “You have got to be the most naïve freshman in the entire school,” Kelly said, shaking her head. “Even if I had ever dated Devon—which, by the way, I haven’t—I would have just told you from my own experience what a jerk he is, and I definitely wouldn’t be going after him still.”

  “So where were you the night of the game then?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “I told you, I had a date.” Kelly put her food aside. “Look, I get that you’re all worked up about him because you lost your v-card to the guy…”

  “That’s not it at all!” I said, my blood rushing into my face. “I talked to him about the whole situation, and I got his side of the story. That’s all.”

  “You talked to him? Jenn, what the hell were you thinking? He’s already shown you what he thinks of you—nothing. He was kissing some girl less than a full day after he hooked up with you because that’s what he does. You might as well just get over him already.”

  “How long have we been friends, Kelly? Look, if you just don’t want to admit it because you’re still hurting, I get that. Just come clean and we can work this out.”

  “There’s nothing to work out,” Kelly said. “I can’t believe that you’d talk to Devon after the way he treated you, with the reputation he has. I can’t believe you’d take his word over mine or even want to believe it.” She shook her head, giving me a disappointed look. “You’re not a stupid person, Jenn. You should know when someone’s just running a game on you.”

  “If Devon’s just interested in running game, why would he take the trouble to track me down, to beg me to talk to him? And anyway—it’s not like he had to tell me it was you or I wouldn’t have believed him. He doesn’t even know that you’re my friend. He could have picked any girl on campus if he just wanted to give me an excuse.”