Hooped #2 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #2) (7 page)

“Well—I don’t actually know when you left—but what
actually woke me up that morning was the smoke detector.”

“Oh god! What happened?” Devon laughed.

“One of the pledges. He was hung over and heard that
the best thing to treat it was bacon. Of course, he’s never cooked anything in
his life that didn’t come out of a microwave…” Devon spread his hands in front
of him.

“He didn’t burn the place down, did he?” I shook my
head.

“Nah. I got up and half the
frat
was running around the kitchen putting it out. He’s on dish
duty for the next
month,
though.”

“You should have cooking classes,” I joked. “Part of
pledge week.” Devon snorted.

“We’d lose our insurance for sure—half the
upperclassmen guys can’t cook either!” I laughed, shaking my head again.

“You men are completely helpless, aren’t you?” Devon
pretended to scowl at me.

“Excuse me, Jenny, but
I
for
one am perfectly capable of fending for myself.” I rolled my eyes.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me
Jenny?”

“Until you tell me why you hate it so much.” I sighed.

“Well, the kids at my middle school used to say it
like that movie—
Forrest Gump
—from
forever ago. ‘Jen-nay!’ you know?” Devon chuckled.

“That’s not that bad,” he pointed out.

“They also used to call me Jenny Pennies, because my
family was broke for a while, and I had to pay for lunch with change.” Devon
cringed.

“That will do it. I promise I will never call you
Jenny Pennies.”

“But you’re not going to stop calling me Jenny?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?” I scowled at him, ruining the effect with a
grin.

“Because then I can be the person who makes you love
the
name
Jenny.” Devon grinned.

“Okay, slick,” I said, losing my scowl completely.
“You can try. But I’m going to tell you to stop it every time.”

“If it really bothers you, Jenn, I will.” Devon looked
at me levelly, the smile gone from his face. “I don’t want to ruin my chances
with you.”

“Well, we’ll see,” I said.

“Since you opened up about something, I guess it’s
only fair if I do too, right?” I nodded.

“You’ve got a point there. We’re all about fairness,
aren’t we?” I blushed, remembering the point I’d made the first time we were in
bed together—about how it wasn’t fair for me to be naked and him not to be.

“The kids in school used to call me scarecrow; you
know, tall, skinny, weird hair.”

“Your hair is not weird,” I pointed out.

“It was back in the day!” Devon insisted. “And before
I started filling out a little, I was like a bean pole.”

“So Jenny Pennies and Scarecrow,” I said, smiling a
little bit. “We sound like a couple of Batman villains.”

“Scarecrow was a Batman villain. We should write to DC
and tell them to create a Jenny Pennies villain.”

“She could throw poison pennies at people,” I
suggested.

We finished our ice cream and continued to sit outside,
and I felt myself becoming more and more attracted to Devon again, more and
more interested in him—I thought to myself that even if he
was
deliberately charming, it was a kind of
behavior that I could definitely support and approve of. “So tell me something,
Jenn,” Devon said, taking my hand in his and rubbing his thumb back and forth
against my palm.

“What do you want to know?” I asked.

“Why’d you leave without waking me up the other
morning?” Devon raised an eyebrow. I smiled, glancing at our hands.

“It was mostly because I hadn’t told anyone where I
was, and I had a bunch of texts from my friends.”

“Did you tell them you were off banging some hot guy?”
I laughed, rolling my eyes.

“No, I told them I’d gone to sleep upstairs.” Devon
grinned.

“Not actually a lie, I like it.”

“What about you?” Devon shrugged.

“I thought I might have messed up—hurt you or
something. But I wanted to make sure. You were so cute, so funny.” He grinned
at me slowly. “I didn’t tell anyone. I figured you probably wouldn’t want
everyone knowing who you were with.” I smiled slowly.

“You figured right,” I admitted. “So you didn’t tell
anyone in the
frat
that you’d been with
someone?” Devon shrugged.

“No proof,” Devon pointed out. “You didn’t stick
around.”

“You’d have told them?” I started to snatch my hand
free of his and Devon tightened his grip, grinning at me.

“No, but you leaving my room would have told them,”
Devon said.

“Fair enough.” Devon leaned across the table and
kissed me lightly on the lips; I was less surprised than I thought I would be.

“There’s another secret I need to tell you,” Devon
murmured, barely breaking away from my lips.

“
Hm
?” I was tingling all
over, my body heating up in spite of all the ice cream.

“You are incredibly cute when you blush. And when you
get annoyed.” He kissed me again.

“Am I?” I asked, almost laughing.

“Even cuter than you are
normally
.” Devon sat down.

“So what made you sit down next to me?” Devon smiled
slowly.

“First—there was a place to sit there,” he said. “Then
I saw this really, just—unbearably cute girl.” He grinned at me more broadly.
“And then…once she started talking, I thought I had to keep her talking. I had
to get to know her better.” I
blushed,
my
face burning. “See? Right there—the blushing. So adorable.” I rolled my eyes,
grinning.

“Shut up, that’s worse than calling
me
Jenny.” Devon grabbed my hand and kissed my
palm.

“I’ll stop calling you Jenny if you stop looking
adorably irritated when I do it,” he said. I blushed even deeper.

“Stop!” Devon laughed.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” He kissed my palm again. “
Wanna
blow this place? Let’s head back to the frat.” I
considered it. I knew that I probably shouldn’t; but I knew also that I was
feeling more and more attracted to him, my body heating up every
moment—especially when he kissed me.

“Okay, sure,” I said. “Let’s blow this joint.”

Chapter
Nine

I stood outside of Devon’s room, fidgeting,
uncomfortably aware of the fact that in spite of the quiet in the house, there
were still other people there. We had walked back to the Phi Kappa house, and
Devon had led me in and up the stairs. “Wait right here,” Devon said, giving me
that charming smile again.

“I’ve been in your room before, you know,” I had
pointed out. Devon grinned more broadly.

“I know. But wait right here. Ten minutes—no more.” So
I waited outside, smiling in a little bit of embarrassment, squirming at the
thought that anyone might walk past at any time and know that I was there.

A few minutes later, the door to Devon’s room opened,
and he appeared, smiling. “Sorry,” he said, opening it a little wider. He took
me by the
hand
and pulled me in. My eyes
widened; I had been in the room before—but it was not like this. Devon had lit
candles all around the
room
and had
cleaned everything. The bed was made, and the candles not only cast a warm,
yellowish glow around the
room,
but also
filled the air with the smell of spice and melting
wax
.

“Wow,” I breathed, looking
around
me in disbelief. “You were planning this?” I looked at
Devon.

“Kind of,” he admitted. “I hoped. Trust me, lots of
weird looks when I got everything clean.”

“I’ll bet,” I said, grinning. My heart was beating
fast in my chest, my throat felt dry, but my pussy was already becoming wet with
excitement and desire. Devon led me over to the
bed,
and I sat down, uncertain of what I should do, but tingling all over.

Instead of making his move, as I halfway suspected he
would, Devon climbed up onto the bed next to me and sat back, smiling. “We don’t
have to hurry,” he told me. “We’ve got all night.”

“It’s the week,” I told him.

“Well, I mean, if you’re in a rush…” Devon raised an
eyebrow at me. I laughed.

“
No
, no I’m not
in a rush.” He reached out and took my hand, holding it lightly. We started to
just talk, about nothing and everything, just like before. Devon told me about
his own rush into the
frat
, about his
life as a pledge.

When I was relaxed once more, still turned on but no
longer nervous, Devon leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. I shivered;
I realized that I had been expecting it and not expecting it at the same time,
that I had been hoping for it—ready for it—but not ready for it all at once.
Devon deepened the kiss gradually, his hands moving over my body slowly,
carefully, caressing and touching me. He didn’t try and push me down or hurry
me along; in fact I thought with a flash that he seemed content to just
continue making out for the rest of the night.

We kissed and broke away to talk for a few minutes
before kissing again, and I felt more and more at ease, more and more relaxed,
and more and more turned on with every passing moment. “Devon,” I murmured,
sitting up a little bit, pulling back from his lips.

“Is something wrong?” he asked me. I shook my head.

“No… nothing’s wrong. I just…” I blushed a deep red,
looking down at my hands, at his lap. Devon chuckled lowly.

“You just want to move on?” He asked, leaning in and
kissing me lightly on the lips, his hands moving to my waist.

“God, I feel like an idiot,” I said, blushing. Devon
tilted my head up, kissing me more hungrily, his hands wandering over me
everywhere.

“It’s cute,” Devon murmured against my lips. “It’s
sweet.” He dragged his lips along the line of my jaw, down to my throat,
kissing and nipping lightly.

Devon pressed me back into the bed gently, covering my
body with his own, and brought his lips up to mine, kissing me hungrily. I
could feel his hard cock pressing against me through his jeans and my clothes.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him close; I was shivering, so
turned on I could barely think. Devon rocked his hips against mine, rubbing
against me.

His hands wandered over my body slowly, slipping up
underneath my tee shirt, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my bra. “I’ve
been thinking about you ever since the other night,” Devon murmured, teasing my
nipples into firm little nubs, squeezing my breasts carefully. “How hot you
are, how sweet, how good you felt wrapped around me.” I moaned as he rolled and
twisted my nipples between his fingers, sending little jolts of pleasure
through my body, making my pussy wetter and wetter.

Devon tugged my shirt up slowly, up along my abdomen,
past my breasts. He broke away from my lips long enough to drag it over my head
and cast it aside. “Careful,” I said, giggling. “All the candles…” Devon
chuckled lowly, nipping along the column of my throat.

“I won’t burn the house down, don’t worry,” he said,
kissing me on the lips once more. He nuzzled his cheek against my neck, lifting
me up off of the bed slightly. Devon reached around to my back, unhooking the
clasp of my bra and carefully guiding it away from my body. I shook off the fog
that had crept over my mind and found the hem of his tee shirt, pulling it up
on
his back. I trailed my hands all over his
skin, trying to memorize the planes and lines of his body by touch; even if I
had another chance—and I hoped that I would—I wanted to savor this moment, even
more than I had wanted to the first time.

My clothes fell away piece by piece, and somehow
without knowing how, I stripped off Devon’s shirt, to unbutton and unzip his
jeans. I reached down underneath the waistband of his boxer-briefs; he was just
as thick, just as big as I remembered. “It should at least be easier this time,
right?” Devon chuckled against my neck. He trailed his lips downward, bringing
my breasts up to kiss the tops of them.

“You’re a natural, babe,” he told me, claiming one of
my nipples with his lips. He sucked and licked, flicking his tongue against the
firm little nub and then swirling wet circles around it until I moaned, arching
up towards his mouth. “I can’t imagine it getting any better than it was the
first time, can you?” I shook my head, unable to speak as Devon switched to my
other breast, worshipping my nipple with his mouth as his fingers closed around
the one he had just left. I twisted and writhed underneath him, my grip on his
hard, hot cock tightening as I felt my inner muscles flexing,
my
whole body more than ready for him.

Devon teased me for what seemed like hours, lavishing
attention on every inch of my breasts, moving back up to my lips, and then
slipping downward once more to kiss and suck and nibble playfully at my tender
skin. He tugged my jeans down over my hips and tossed them onto the floor,
leaving me in nothing but my panties; even though I was shivering as if I was
freezing to death, I could feel the sweat forming all over my body, the heat
shooting through me as I became more and more turned on. “You are so mean,” I
murmured, stroking him more quickly, rubbing my thumb against the tip of his
cock.