Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Show Me by Neve Wilder
Extracurricular Activities, Book 3
Two roommates. One camera. A whole lot of action.
I get crushes the way some people get seasonal allergies.
And sharing a house with four hot roommates is like being stuck in permanent spring.
Too bad I keep getting friend-zoned.
But it’s senior year now, and I’m done pining for the impossible.
Time to live it up and go out with a bang.
Or a lot of bangs.
And I’m definitely, definitely not getting attached to anyone.
Especially not my straight, gym-loving, football-player roommate Sam whose impressively large… smile I caught a glimpse of once.
Or several times.
That’s why, when Sam asks me for help with a very special, very NSFW project so he can make a little cash, of course I agree. In the name of friendship.
And if it turns out that Sam’s more than just muscles—that he’s sweet, and smart, and a little bit filthy, and a whole lot less straight than I thought—well, that’s neither here nor there, because this time I’m gonna be smart. This time, I’m friend-zoning myself.
We’ve got a list of deliciously hot scenarios, a camera, and Sam’s huge… smile. What could possibly go wrong?
From the author of Want Me comes the third new adult college romance in the Extracurricular Activities series. Expect low angst, high heat, plenty of laughs, a flustered redhead, a gentle giant of a football player, and enough BDE to power a mid-size city.
I kept pondering Sam’s confession as I undressed and stepped in the shower. I mean, was it even true, and if so, who the hell sucked a dick on a dare? Even I would hesitate at that. For at least a handful of seconds.
I shampooed my hair, scrubbed it vigorously, then soaped up my shoulders.
Objectively speaking, Sam was pretty cute. Sexy, even. But if I was being soul-deep-level honest—the kind of honest that made me feel a little shitty—I’d always pegged him as a bit of an airhead. No one that happy-go-lucky was sparing a brain cell for global warming or the difference between an adverb and adjective.
So I was a little perturbed to find myself with a boner and my sudsy hand gliding over it absently as his name floated around my head.
Go away, I told it silently as I shifted gears and washed between my toes. I was done with crushes in general, but especially on anyone who was my roommate. Or straight. Anyone would agree that was a doomed combo, far worse than Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber. And no way was Sam crush material anyway. He was a straight football player, after all, pretty much the antithesis of me.
My dick was responding purely to stimulus. To the vision of beefy pecs and big round shoulders. Shoulder blades that could crush beer cans. Quads like sequoias that would cinch around me and an ass that would—goddammit. I growled in frustration and sucked in a breath. Okay, if I was going to do this, I’d keep it general. Big guy fantasy. It could be any dude.
I thought of a random meathead I’d spotted in the gym a week ago when I was doing cardio and focused on him as hard as I could while I poured more body wash on my hand and lathered up my cock.
That…wasn’t too shabby. I tugged on my balls, imagining sitting on the edge of a weight bench, nameless Big Boy towering over me with a sexy smile before he dropped to his knees and pulled down my shorts.
Fuck yeah, this would do nicely. I’d always been told I’d had a vivid imagination. My teachers probably hadn’t anticipated what I’d use it for most frequently.
I bit my lower lip, and fantasy dude stared up at me from beneath hooded eyes as he slowly sucked me into his mouth, the bulge in his gym shorts hinting at a sizable cock.
I jerked faster, close to orgasm, big fantasy dude working me like a champ, eager and slurpy, his head bobbing wildly. Sliding my fingers in his hair, I tugged his head back just as I was about to come.
In that inconvenient moment, Sam’s face flickered into view in place of Big Gym Boy, his brown eyes hot and earnest, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and shiny from sucking me.
I growled with a mixture of frustration and pleasure as I shot.
A minute later, I stumbled out of the shower, wobbly and defeated. I was gonna have to work on my willpower. Stealth face exchanges in the midst of a jerk session weren’t cool. Hmm. Maybe I should start going back to yoga to clear my mind, find my center again.
Knotting the towel around my waist, I flung open the door and stepped into a massive wall of firm flesh.
“Oof.” Sam jumped back with a laugh. “Sorry. Maybe we need one of those blind-spot mirrors in the hallway.
“ I stared at him, irrationally annoyed that he’d interrupted my fantasy. He wore an unperturbed grin that my brain had supplied a pretty perfect rendition of mere moments ago in the shower, which made me wonder how often I’d stared at him before without noticing I was doing so. I thought I’d mastered not paying attention to the straight boys at least a year ago.
Okay, that was a total lie. I’d registered Sam and dismissed him in the same breath because I didn’t mess with straight guys or curious types. They weren’t worth the orgasm or potential drama when watching them on Pornhub served just fine.
“Mirrors?” I blinked, and then it gelled. “Oh. Yeah. Or we could both just be more aware of where we’re going. Fancy that.”
I focused very hard on his face and not the front of his boxers, because I was absolutely not going to attempt to verify his earlier claim by scoping out his dick print.
Stepping to one side, I gestured into the bathroom. “All yours.”
“Um.” Sam flicked a finger toward the Dopp kit under my arm. “Looks like you’re about to lose something important.”
I knew without looking what it was—because that was always my luck—and sure enough, I glanced down to see the fleshy head of my favorite shower dildo had popped out. I patted his plump crown and grinned. “Not to worry. The real thing is still firmly attached. This is Mike. He’s a bit of a wanderer, but he always comes back.” I canted my head, observing the delightful and surprisingly flattering shade of pink blooming in Sam’s cheeks. “Wow. You actually blush. Who knew?”
“That answers my curiosity about the rings on the shower wall I’ve noticed before.” Sam tilted his head in perfect mimicry of me as heat flooded my face. “Wow. You blush, too.” He grinned, and the piquant wink he flashed me hit me like a fucking stun gun, mentally knocking me back a few paces. It should’ve come with a warning.
He squinted down at the dildo. “Is his last name…Hawk, by chance?”
I groaned. “C’mon, gimme more credit than that. No last name.” Its last name was totally Hawk.
“Is that the same one from…?”
“Oh god no.” I flapped my hand. “I got rid of that one. It was unused!” I tacked on for his horrified expression, then patted him lightly on the chest and stepped around him.
I floated to my bedroom in a stupor, then pulled on some shorts and a tee and stuffed my laptop and books into my backpack. There were two weeks left of summer, and I’d decided to take a few summer courses just so I could have a lighter course load come fall. All part of my grand plan to make senior year the best one. To go out with a bang. Or many bangs, if I had my way.
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About the Author:
Neve Wilder lives in the southern United States, where the summers are hot and the winters are…sometimes cold.
She reads promiscuously, across multiple genres, but her favorite stories always contain an element of romance. Incidentally, this is also what she likes to write. Slow-burners with delicious tension? Yes. Whiplash-inducing page-turners, also yes. And every flavor in between.
She believes that love conquers all. Except the heat index in July. Nothing can conquer that bastard.
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