Selena Kitt - Baumgartner Generations - Henry

Henry shuddered as her ass contracted, too, milking his cock with every spasm. He grunted and spilled his cum into the hot clench of her asshole. Beneath him, Toni quivered, whimpering, and collapsed onto the mattress.

When Henry curled himself around her, still panting, she pulled the sheet up. They were both sweaty, their bodies slick.

“Thank you,” he whispered, kissing her temple.

She chuckled. “You’re welcome.”

He didn’t want her to misunderstand. “For that, but…for…everything.”

She reached back and stroked his cheek. “You’re welcome.”

There wasn’t anything else left to say. They slept as the snow fell outside and blanketed everything in white silence.

“I just gotta make it to this weekend’s game.” Dean kept his voice low, reaching over and taking one of Henry’s fries. “Then I can pay you back. With frickin’ interest if you want.”

“Come on, man.” Henry snatched his fries off his tray before Dean could sneak another one. “You’re into me for five hundred already. How much more do you want?”

“I just need another five to hold them off. In cash. Nothing I have is liquid. It’s all been…committed elsewhere.”

Henry sat back, chewing thoughtfully. He just didn’t have it. His parents were already angry about his disappearing savings account and they’d told him they weren’t putting any more money into it until he paid them back. He had no idea how he was going to do that-unless Dean managed to actually win big. So far, that hadn’t happened.

“I don’t have it.” Henry gulped. “I’m sorry.”

Dean closed his eyes, gritting his teeth. When he opened them, they burned into Henry’s. “It’s a sure thing. I’m telling you. I promise you will get your money back.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Dean glanced around. They were alone at the table, but there were people all around them. He dropped his voice, leaning in. “Because we’re going to lose the game.”

“We?” Henry munched another fry.

“Shh!” Dean grimaced. “Saturday’s game.”

Henry contemplated it. Dean had a football game on Saturday-U of M against EMU. Then it dawned on him.

Henry’s jaw dropped. “You’re throwing the game against Eastern?”

“Shhh!” Dean nudged him with his knee under the table.

Henry immediately dropped his voice. “How?”

“You know my study group?” Dean’s smile was small and tight, waiting for Henry to connect the dots. He’d supposedly been going to a calculus study group for a few weeks, but Henry knew it had to be a cover for something, because Dean didn’t study. He’d said it was mostly guys from the fraternity, all football players…

All football players. Henry gaped at him.

“Eastern has had only had one winning season in twenty years. They’ve gone through eight coaches.” Dean’s grin widened. “Do you know how big this payoff is going to be?”

It wasn’t impossible. Dean had a lot of influence- a lot. He could see him seducing players into jeopardizing the rest of their lives, their careers, for a big payoff.

“I just need five-hundred more,” Dean insisted. “And I can hold the bastards off until after the game.”

“And then you’re done with gambling forever, right?” Henry asked sarcastically.

Dean held up two fingers and saluted. “Scout’s honor.”

“I’m tapped out.” Henry shrugged helplessly. “I can’t borrow any more from my parents.”

“Then borrow it from your girlfriend.”

“Who?” Henry blinked at him, sure he was making a crack about Libby, who still hadn’t called him, even though he’d called her and left a message twice since they’d gotten back. So much for getting together after break.

“Professor Franklin.” Dean’s words turned Henry’s blood to ice. He doesn’t know, Henry thought, panicked. He can’t know! “I’m sure she’d be willing to help you out.”

Henry could barely speak the words. “What? I can’t do that.”

“Sure you can.” Dean leaned back in his chair, stretching, casual-seeming, but every move he made was calculated. “You know, I don’t think she’d be too happy if the university found out what she’s doing with you.”

“You mean…” Henry gulped. How? How could he know? “Tutoring me?”

“No.” Dean’s eyes flashed. “I mean fucking you.”

Henry stared. He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know how Dean knew, but he did.

“Listen, it’s just five-hundred.” Dean’s voice turned friendly again-just a conversation between amigos. Never mind that Henry had that sick feeling in his gut like someone had just racked his nuts. “Just ask her. Okay?”

What else was he supposed to say? “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thanks.” Dean leaned forward and clapped Henry on the shoulder. “Really, thanks.”

Henry stood, leaving the rest of his lunch. “I gotta go.”

Toni’s apartment was small, but she said she liked it better than the big empty house she’d lived in with her ex, and he believed her.

“You’ll meet your soulmate some day,” she whispered to him in the dark. The bed was full and high-and it squeaked like they were squishing a thousand mice when they fucked. It made them both laugh so hard they often had to move to the floor to finish. “I promise, you will.”

Henry knew it had been a bad idea to tell her that Dean was asking him for money for gambling debts, and that he just might know what was going on between them-but he’d had a feeling this was coming anyway. Nothing could burn this hot, this fast, and last very long. Of course, he hadn’t told her about the game. That one was like an anvil on his chest, a paralyzing weight.

“What if I don’t want it to be over?” He spoke the words, but he didn’t know if he meant them. It had been wrong from the beginning, in all the right sorts of ways, and this felt the same. Wrong and right-a horribly apt paradox.

“It’s too dangerous, for both of us.” Toni’s cheek pressed against his back and she kissed his shoulder blade. “But I’m not abandoning you. We can still work together.”

“I don’t know.” Just being in her class for the rest of the year was going to be hard enough. He couldn’t imagine being in her office four days a week and not being… with her.

“Or…” She sighed. “I can give you a whole list of names. We have great tutors in the program.”

“I wish I could.” Henry turned, pulling her into his arms. “But I couldn’t be around you so much and not want you. I couldn’t resist.”

“I know.” She tucked her dark head under his chin. “It’s probably better this way.”

“I wish it wasn’t.” His voice cracked.

“Me, too.” Her tears fell on his bare chest and they both pretended it wasn’t happening, wasn’t ending, at least for a while.

“Henry?”

“Libby?” He recognized her voice immediately. It was the call he’d been waiting for, hoping for, and now here it was, and he couldn’t believe it. “How was your break?”

“Fine.” But Libby’s voice was wrong, somehow. Something was wrong. Not that everything wasn’t already wrong in his life. Between his roommate problem and ending his affair with Toni, he’d reached the bottom of what could possibly go wrong. Or so he thought. “I really need to talk to you.”

“Sure.” He shrugged. “What’s on your mind?”

“Not on the phone.”

Had Dean called Libby and told her about Toni? Is that what put such urgency into her voice? And still, his heart was pounding at the thought of seeing her in person, no matter what the reason. He glanced at his watch. It was almost dinner time, but he didn’t have anywhere to go.

“Want to meet somewhere?”