Hooped #5 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #5) by Claire Adams Read Free Book Online Page B

until the very last spasm of pleasure tapered off, I was so full of
sensation, bubbling up with it, that I started giggling, in spite of how
breathless I was. Panting, Devon lifted himself up onto his elbows, looking
down at me with love in his eyes.
    “Now …don’t you
think…that was worth …a night off?” He
asked me, kissing me lightly on the lips. I laughed even harder, gasping as my
heart fluttered in my chest.
    “Y-y-yes,” I managed to say, grabbing at his
shoulders, struggling to get my giggling under control so that I could catch my
breath. “Yes, it was.”

 
    Chapter
Seven
    If I had been worried about the effect that another night
off would have on Devon’s interest in studying enough to pass his ACT, when I
woke up Sunday morning—the day before the test—Devon was already hard at work,
skimming over passages that I had highlighted in one of the prep books.
“Morning, babe,” Devon said, grinning at me. “I got the coffee brewed, and one
of the other guys is going to make us breakfast—I can’t guarantee it’ll be as
good as mine, but we’ve got to hit the ground running, don’t we?” I laughed,
sitting up in bed.
    “I guess we do,” I said, delighted to see that Devon
was already hard at work. I pulled on some pajamas so that I could actually go
down to the kitchen with him to eat, and right away—even as we devoured the
fried eggs and ham that Devon’s frat brother made—we started in on the last
preparation that he would need to be able to take the test the next day.
    We spent the entire day reviewing the material, going
over everything over and over again, and I was continually amazed at Devon’s
ability to focus. He was even more determined than I was to get the best
possible score, and as I quizzed him, exhausting every last practice test in
all three books over the course of the entire day of studying together, I
started to think that Devon might actually end up with a better score than I
had gotten. The competitive part of my nature was a little shaken by that; but
I had to admit to myself that as long as Devon proved himself to the school,
and as long as he was able to clear his name, it didn’t matter to me in the end
which one of us had the better ACT score. Besides,
if he does better than you, you can at least claim partial credit for his
success from tutoring him, I reminded myself.
    We took breaks, fooling around for ten or fifteen
minutes, eating lunch and dinner and watching a little TV just to break up the
various sections, but Devon was willing to dive back into reviewing material
the moment I was, taking his cues from me. We decided that we weren’t going to
go at it all night; even though Devon was prepared to keep going, I knew from
my own experiences that it was better for him to get a full night’s sleep than
it would be to spend the whole night grinding away at the material.
    As we lie in bed together, touching each other
playfully, I told Devon, “Whatever happens tomorrow, I’m proud of all the work
you did. You might actually get a better score than me!” Devon laughed.
    “I doubt it. But I should be able to at least justify
getting that scholarship, thanks to you.” He kissed me, wrapping his arms
around me tightly and holding me close in the darkness.
    “How soon will you know?” It had taken weeks for me to
get the scores back on my ACT; it didn’t seem logical for the school to take
that long, when he had already missed one basketball game and a week of
classes.
    “They’re going to grade it then and there,” Devon told
me. “Special circumstances. So I’ll know right away.” I cuddled close to him in
the bed.
    “Are you going to even be able to sleep?” I asked him.
I could remember, all too well, the fact that in spite of going to bed early on
the nights before my tests, I seemed to stay up for hours, nervous and anxious
and ready to get it over with. Devon shifted against me in the darkness, and I
could feel his cock pressing