All Chapters of IN BED WITH HER : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

DRE’S P.O.V “So Nathaniel’s in juvenile, did you hear about that?” Mrs Hampshire’s chair feels more uncomfortable under me than usual. It’s probably not the chair, just the way she brought up Nate. “I didn’t really follow up with his trial; I didn’t know,” I admit, fingers twisting in my lap. Mrs Hampshire gives a knowing nod. “It’s not a problem at all; he’s facing the consequences of his actions; that’s all there is to it,” she explains. I nod, swallowing the dry lump in my throat. Nate’s in juvenile, with other young offenders. He’s been calling all through last week, which I think is when the trial started, texting from burners because I kept blocking all the old ones. I was staying away from Luke then, and since I couldn’t speak to him, I took his advice. Luke told me to ignore Nate, and that’s what I’ve been doing. “Do you know how long he’s going to be there?” I ask. “Six to twelve months,” Hampshire responds. I nod, well deserved. “Is...is this why you calle

LUKE’S P.O.VI drop to my knees in front of Dre, heart pounding like a drum in my chest. Her skirt is bunched up around her waist, thighs parted just for me on the wooden bench. Her underwear is soaked from what she just did to me, and the sight makes my mouth water. I lean in, breath ghosting over her, ready to taste her, to bury my tongue inside of her.Her hands are in my hair when it hits us both at the same time.Footsteps, dozens of them. The whole fucking basketball team is heading straight for the locker room.“Shit!”Dre’s eyes go wide with panic. I shoot up, grabbing her hands and yanking her off the bench. My pants are still open, cock half-hard and messy from her mouth. I fumble with the zipper, yanking it up while my other hand digs desperately into my pocket for the locker key. The voices are getting louder. I can recognise some of the voices. Diego is cracking some dumb joke right outside the door, and I think I hear Tyler complaining about Coach. They’re just se

LUKE’S P.O.V The rest of the team shuffles out, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor as they head out for the strategy meeting. I stay planted on the bench, trying not to look as nervous as I feel. Coach Adams exchanges a few quiet words with the assistants and the principal before jerking his head toward the small office off the side of the court. “To my office, Ford.” I stand and follow him in, the door clicking shut behind us. Trophies and team photos line the shelves. I look at one in particular, the one from our last game. Coach doesn’t waste time. He drops into his chair and leans back, clipboard in hand. “A lot of recruiters will be at the game this weekend, plus the two after that,” he starts. “I sent them fresh game film of you and the rest of the guys. You’re our star player, Ford. So it shouldn’t surprise you that you’ve caught their attention.” A grin breaks across my face before I can stop it. This is the kind of news I’ve been waiting for my whole d

DRE’S P.O.V Ever since I wrapped my lips around Luke’s cock, I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. Not the way it felt in my hands, or the salty taste of him on my tongue, and definitely not the wrecked, needy sounds he made when he came down my throat and in my hands. I keep replaying it. The weight of him stretching my lips. The way he pulsed on my tongue. The way his hips jerked when he lost control. I’m so dick-starved for him it’s pathetic. I want him in my mouth again. I want him in my hands. I want to hear those broken groans while he fucks my face. I want him buried deep in my pussy, stretching me open, using me until I can’t think straight. The ache got so bad I actually asked him for it. But then he barely responded. I regret asking in the first place. The silence that followed was worse than any rejection. After I’d fisted his cock and given him what he called “the best hand job of his life,” we just… moved on. Like it never happened. Like I hadn’t practic

LUKE’S P.O.VDre’s eyes meet mine, knowing what I mean. “I was scared to answer,” I admit, remembering the slight blush of embarrassment on her cheeks when I couldn’t give her an answer. Of course, I want to have sex with Dre. “Can you please forget I asked?” Her voice is barely a whisper.“You know I can’t do that,” I say. “And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about it. I didn’t know how to answer at that time. I was terrified that admitting it out loud would scare you off.”*Like the last time.*My eyes trace the soft curve of her jaw as she turns fully toward me now, her body shifting under the covers until we’re facing each other properly.“I don’t want to rush you, Dre. And if I did say yes… you’d probably wake up the following morning, regretting everything.”“Luke,” she starts. “I didn’t ask you to fuck me. I just... we’ve been together for a while, and we haven’t had sex... don’t you miss it?” My eyes drop to see her twisting one of the black rings nervously aroun