Page 2 of Until Him

He just shrugs and leans against the doorjamb. “That’s my price. One sexual favor for each lesson. Take it or leave it.”

I eye his casual stance and wonder if he’s actually serious. He could just be fucking with me. But what if he’s not? Could I actually agree to this? I’ve never been with a guy before. I mean, yeah, there were some mutual jack-off sessions in high school with a couple of teammates, but we never touched each other’s dicks. I may have discretely looked at them while beating my meat, but I’ve never actuallydoneanything with a dude.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not completely repulsed by the idea. My dick is awesome, so I assume all dicks are awesome.I just don’t know how I feel about pimping myself out to some random dude for good grades.

I really do need his help though. Fuck, I am in a bit of a pickle. I shift on my feet, gnawing on my lip, as I try to figure out this guy’s angle.

“Are you for real? That’s your price? You sure you don’t want money or, I dunno, fame? We could be friends, hang out publicly. I mean, I amtheLogan Lewis.”

I stick my thumb against my chest and tilt my head back a little, but Theo just rolls his eyes.

He rolls his fucking eyes at me!

“I have no idea who the hell you are, and even if I did, I could give two shits about you. But I am in need of a good fucking, and I’ve been too busy this semester to put in the effort of going out and finding someone.”

Well, he’s entirely too honest.

I glance around the dim, empty hall warily. “You swear this isn’t a joke? You’re not just teasing me?”

He pulls the pencil out from behind his ear and flicks it between his fingers. “Bye.”

The door starts to close in my face, but I quickly press my hand to it, holding it open. “Wait! Not so fast. I didn’t say no.”

I swallow, and Theo taps his bare foot on the floor impatiently. He’s twirling the pencil around his fingers as he watches me.

Shit. If I don’t take this deal, I could fail my class, and there goes my time in the water. I’ll be kicked off the team, and I’ll lose my scholarship and have to leave school.

Hell.

What would my parents think if they knew I was even considering this? My brother? My friends? It wouldn’t be good, that’s for sure. I could just say forget it and walk away now. But my heart rate triples and my stomach hurts from just the thought of losing my spot on the team. The fucked-up truth is I need him, desperately.

I can do this. I have to do this. And if I really think about it, whoring myself for tutoring isn’t even the most embarrassing thing I’ve done. Probably doesn’t even make the top five, if I’m really honest.

“Fine. Fine. I’ll do whatever. Just help me out, man. I’m begging.”

The pencil freezes in his hand and he cocks his head, eyes slightly widened. I’ve surprised him by agreeing, I know it, but that little reaction disappears the next second, and his mask of indifference snaps back into place.

“Fine. Come back tomorrow. Six o’clock. Bring your study shit with you. And a copy of negative test results.”

I blink at him, speechless.

“I assume you have those.”

“Yeah, but—”

The door slams in my face before I can finish my sentence, and I just blink at it. Well, that was interesting.

I look up and down the hallway, half-expecting to see video cameras hidden somewhere. Maybe my teammates are playing a practical joke on me, but when no one makes an appearance, I just move toward the rickety stairs that lead down to the parking lot. They groan and creak under my weight, but I barely notice.

Because, seriously, what the fuck did I just get myself into?

* * *

“I’m sorry, you did what?” my best friend, Finn, asks as I sink into the couch in the small living room we share. It’s a small one-bedroom apartment off campus that’s sparsely furnished. Not that we really spend much time here. I’m usually in class or in the water, and Finn spends every free second with his other best friend—my brother, Landon.

I groan and rub a hand down my face. Finn is never going to let me live this down. Hell, I don’t even know if I will let myself live this down. I am selling my body for tutoring services. Is this a new low? Because it kind of feels like it. Although, I’m not as upset about it as I probably should be.

“You heard me the first time. Don’t pretend like you didn’t.”

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