The Jock by J.L. Beck Page 0,66
game, doesn’t mean I can skip practice. Since I couldn’t take her home, I offered to let her use my truck, but she refused and had her friend, Jude, take her back to my place instead.
Murphy most likely won’t be home tonight, and if he does come back, it won’t be till late, which means, Nerd and I have the entire house to ourselves. Fuck, we could have sex all night. In the kitchen, living room, shower… I could fuck her on every piece of furniture.
Slow down, caveman.
Opening the front door, I’m surprised and stop mid-step when I find Blair sitting at the breakfast bar on a stool in the kitchen. Of course, she has her books scattered around her. I wonder if she’s ever taken a day where she didn’t study or do homework?
“Hey, you!” She beams, and the organ in my chest starts to throb, right along with the other organ between my legs. I swear I’ve been hard for her all day. It’s like I have a permanent boner or something. I should probably get it looked at, but the only thing I want to do is be between her legs and beside her.
“Hey,” I greet with a wolfish grin.
Closing the front door behind me, I walk over to her. Moving her chestnut locks off her shoulder, I press my lips to the sensitive flesh right below her ear. No, we haven’t been intimate long, but I’ve come to understand Blair’s body. I’ve watched her enough, seen her reactions to my touch, and I know exactly what it takes to get her wet.
“I was thinking…” Another open-mouthed kiss. “Maybe we can do…” And another. “Pizza and a movie…” My lips find her throbbing pulse, and I suck on the spot until she lets out a light mewl and shifts, turning around on the stool to face me.
“And…” Her voice is low, sure, and this time, I stop sucking on her flesh and nip at it with my teeth before pulling away.
The softest of whimpers escape her, and the sound has a direct line to my cock, which grows harder with each second.
“Who said there was more?” I wink, loving the light banter that takes place between us.
Everything with Blair is easy, being with her, letting my walls down. It’s natural, like it was always meant to be this way. And to think we started out as enemies.
“Maybe you didn’t, but the growing rod between your legs did.” She gestures to my cock, which is jutting out in my sweatpants like a goddamn skyscraper.
“Fucking traitor. I swear to God, he can never keep his head out of my business,” I joke.
“You mean my business, though, right? Because he goes inside of me.” Blair plays along, and we both let out a laugh.
It’s tempting to push her face down on the couch and own her body, giving us both what we need, but I don’t want her to assume that I only want sex. I want so much more than that, sex is merely a bonus.
“You pick the movie, and I’ll order the pizza. Then we can see where the night goes.” I wiggle my eyebrows, knowing good and well that I’m sinking deep inside her later.
“Why do you get the easy job?” She gives me a fake pout and starts to stack her books into a neat pile.
I’m a little obsessed. I know this, and Evan was right, I’ve never been like this, especially not about a girl, but there’s something about her, something that is unlike anyone I’ve ever met before. She doesn’t get caught up in my football image. She doesn’t care about money or fame or my friends. She’s with me because she wants to be, not because of what I can offer her.
After I finish ordering Blair her favorite, a veggies lover, and a sausage and mushroom pizza for myself, I meet her over at the sectional.
Like a boss, she is scrolling through the Netflix recommendations.
Slinging an arm over her shoulder, I pull her into my side, needing her closer.
Turning, she looks up at me. “I never thought I would be dating the guy I poured a beer on.”
“Same, except I never thought I would be dating the chick who legit hated my guts.”
“I didn’t hate your guts. I was just…” she looks away, and I want to kick myself in the face. “I’m insecure and wrapped up with worry that someday I’ll become my mom. That’s not your fault.”
“Stop, you don’t have to