Hooped #3 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series, Book #3) Read Online Free

I had to leave; I realized that I had to get to class within
a few minutes—I’d spent most of the morning watching the guy I liked play or thinking about Kelly.
    “Hey Jenny,” Devon called up to me as I made my way
down. I rolled my eyes.
    “It’s still not working,” I told him with a pretend
scowl. “I still hate to be called that.” Devon laughed, taking my hand and
helping me down the last step onto the court.
    “I’ll just have to make it really, really good next
time I say it then, won’t I?” He grinned at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Devon leaned in and kissed me lightly on
the lips, giving me a quick hug.
    “You’re going to have to work really hard to make me
like that nickname,” I warned him, blushing as he gave me a flirty, knowing
look.
    “I will,” he promised. “But first; have you got a
minute? I want to introduce you to the guys.” I looked at the clock on the
wall—I only had a few minutes before I had to be in class.
    “I wish I could,” I said, smiling sadly. It gave me a thrill to know that Devon wanted to introduce
me to his friends; it made what he had said the night before about being
serious about me, about really wanting to be with me, that much more real.
“I’ve got to get to class in like ten minutes, though. Not even for you am I going to be late.” Devon laughed.
    “It’s all good babe,” he said, giving me another quick
kiss. “Let me dry off some of this sweat and I’ll walk you there, how about
that?” I grinned, unable to help myself.
    “I’d love that,” I said, standing up on the balls of
my feet to give him another fast kiss. Devon grabbed a towel off of the bench
and dried himself off quickly.
    “I’ll grab a shower once I get back to the house,” he
told me, tossing the towel into his duffel and slinging it over his shoulder.
He took me by the hand and led me out of the practice court, and I felt the
envious glances of all of the girls who’d come to cheer on the team in
practice.
    We chatted while we walked across campus together,
hand-in-hand, and I couldn’t help but feel absolutely thrilled. Not only was
Devon willing to introduce me to his friends; he was making it clear to
everybody that he liked me, more than just a one-night stand, more than just a
fling. He teased me about being a bookworm and study freak and jokingly asked for my critiques of his practice; I
pretended to break down his gameplay, making ridiculous observations about his
flashiness and crowd appeal.
    We took the stairs up to my class—I reasoned that I might
end up being a minute or two late, but it was worth it for the extra minute or
two I could spend with Devon. “I have an idea,” Devon said, pulling me close to
give me one final kiss as we came to the door for my class.
    “Oh?” I asked, wishing I didn’t have to leave him,
wishing that I could just blow the class off and spend the rest of the
afternoon with him.
    “Come by tonight when you’re done with classes; I’ll
introduce you to the guys then.” I thought about it. For sure it would be good
to have an excuse not to be in my dorm, especially with how jumbled up my
thoughts were about Kelly still. I definitely wanted to meet Devon’s friends
and frat brothers.
    “Sure,” I said, giving him a quick hug as he finished
kissing me goodbye. “I’ll come by tonight. That sounds great.” Devon grinned at me and I turned to go into class, barely
able to make myself pull my hand free of his. Even if I didn’t want to be part
of Devon’s life, spending the evening with him and his frat brothers would be a
welcome distraction. The fact that he really wanted to introduce me around, that he wanted to make sure people knew that he was
dating me, meant a lot to me. I couldn’t help but feel like it had to mean that
Devon was sincere.
    I knew that Kelly would probably hate it if she heard
about where I was spending my evening; but even though I couldn’t quite bring
myself to totally disregard