Page 23 of Full Court Press

“Khalil . . .” Her voice trailed off as she shifted uncomfortably. When she bit the corner of her lip, I had to look away for a minute. That act alone had me debating if I should take that drive back to campus. “I understand time got away from us, but me spending the night at your house is crazy. Your family and baby are here.”

I frowned. “Your point?”

“My point is, I don’t know you or your family like that. I just don’t belong here. I know you had to get to your baby, but we could’ve checked on her then went back to campus.”

A smirk lifted on my face. “We?”

“Don’t be cute, negro. You know what I meant.”

I stood and stepped closer to her. I looked down at her pretty face, my eyes circling every detail of it as the look of nervousness arose.

“What you scared of, Pipe?”

“I-I’m not scared of anything.”

“Then what’s wrong with you chilling here until morning? Do I make you nervous?” I asked what I already knew the answer to. I could feel the heat rising from her skin. The way her chest rose and fell and her pheromones tickled my senses let me know she was indeed nervous of what could happen if she stayed here.

I wasn’t going to touch her, though.

I couldn’t.

The way she looked and smelled, I just knew if I tasted her, I would want to keep tasting her, and that wouldn’t be good for either of us.

“You could never make me nervous,” she sassed, trying to regain her strength after damn near melting into the floor.

I smiled. “Yeah, okay. Just chill. I’ll grab you something to put on so you can shower, and I’ll show you where you can sleep. Kiy usually gets up around five. She’s my alarm clock. I’ll have us back at the school before your first class. Cool?”

She looked away from me then nodded her head. “Fine.”

“Come on.” I grabbed our bags and nodded for her to lead the way up. I couldn’t help but want to see that ass. The way her ass stuck out like a sore thumb, I just knew in a pair of leggings, that motherfucka bounced and created waves.

“Mm,” slipped from the back of my throat, and she spun around. Her glare pinned me in place while I tried to stop myself from sinking my teeth into that round-ass peach.

“What the hell was that sound you just made?”

A playful smirk lifted on my lips. “I was just clearing my throat, shorty. Relax.”

“Yeah, . . . okay.”

Chill, nigga. I scolded my dick to behave.

We continued up the steps, and surprisingly, the house was quiet. I assumed everyone was in their rooms as I led Piper up to my bedroom. She stood in the doorway, looking around as if she was afraid to enter. I chuckled and yanked her ass inside by her shirt and closed the door.

We didn’t speak as I maneuvered around the room, gathering the shit she needed for her shower. Once I had everything, I handed it over and pointed to my adjoining bathroom.

“Everything you need is inside. I’ll take the shower down the hall.” She nodded, then hurried inside the bathroom and shut the door. I grabbed my shit and went down the hall to handle my nightly routine. The only reason I let her take the shower in my room was because I knew she was uncomfortable being in my house while my family was here—for a reason I’d never understand, but I wasn’t tripping.

I was just ready to shower and knock out.

It only took me twenty minutes to bust a nut and shower. Yeah, I needed to get one off so I wouldn’t fuck Piper all over this bitch. It confused me how I went from not paying attention to her ass the whole three years of us being in the same damn school, to now being intrigued by her and wanting to know what she tasted like.

Earlier, I told myself this wasn’t that, but in just the few hours that we’d vibed and I actually got to know her, I found myself liking her more than I should.

This shit was crazy.

I hurriedly dressed because I didn’t want to keep her waiting, then I went to check on my people and baby girl. I knocked on the two doors I knew my nana and sister were in, but neither of them answered. I poked my head inside to find them knocked out. I would have gone downstairs to see if my moms and pops were up, but I didn’t want to take the trip.

I dropped by Kiy’s nursery and walked inside. Her music was going, and her little fist was in her mouth as she slept soundly. I smiled down at her, just admiring how precious she was. She was such a good baby and rarely ever cried, which made my life a bit easier.