goes straights to voicemail.
Maybe something really was off this morning.
I ring again, and just like before I get her voicemail.
What the hell.
I shoot a text to Teddy.
Me: Did you check on Zoey?
Teddy: Yeahhhh
Me: Is she okay?
Teddy: Totally fine.
I narrow my eyes on my phone screen.
Before I can type out another text there’s a knock on my room’s door. I groan, irritated at the interruption, but it could be Coach or one of my teammates.
I get up and cross the room to the door, opening it without bothering to check the peephole.
My mouth drops when I find Zoey standing outside the door.
“Surprise!” She does these little jazz hand moves and then clasps her hands beneath her chin. “I hope this is a good surprise?”
I shake my head free of cobwebs. “Yes, yes. Of course. Amazing surprise.” I grip her hips, pulling her in to me and kissing her. “How’d you get here?”
“Ah, for that I needed Teddy’s help.” She steps away and that’s when I notice my friend loitering in the hall.
“I had to sweet talk my dad for access to the private jet.”
“Are you joking?” Sometimes with Teddy I can’t tell if he’s being serious or not.
“Oh no,” Zoey squeezes my arm, her eyes round like saucers, “it was a real private jet. They asked me if I wanted caviar and everything. It was so cool.”
“I can’t believe you came all this way. Both of you.”
“We were supposed to be here in time for the game, but we hit a little snafu.”
“And what was that?” I curl my finger in her belt loop, tugging her closer.
Teddy removes his baseball cap, rubbing the back of his head. “Daddy Dearest decided to be a dick and change his mind so then I had to spend three hours convincing him to let us go.”
“Why does your dad hate you so much?” I ask him.
He frowns. “Because I won’t act the way he wants me to.” He scratches at his jaw. “But with him holding my inheritance over my head, I have to do some ass kissing.” I don’t tell him I’m sorry, even though I am. I know he doesn’t want pity. “Anyway, Mom and Dad, enjoy your night. I’m going to my room.”
“Night, Teddy! Thank you!” Zoey calls after him. He throws his hand up in a wave. Zoey pushes on my chest, forcing me into the room and the door closes behind us. “I know you won, but I didn’t get to see any of the game.”
“Well, we kicked ass. Pulled the game winning point in the last second.”
“And who made that score?” She drops her coat on the floor, yanking her shirt off right behind it.
“Me, of course.” I grin, watching her undress as her slender fingers go to the button on her jeans.
“I’m not surprised.” Her eyes narrow on me. “Are you not going to get naked?”
“I’m enjoying watching you too much.”
She shoves playfully at my chest and I chuckle, hooking my thumbs into the back of my shirt. I drop the garment onto the growing pile of her clothes. As soon as we’re both naked she plasters herself to me, stroking my hardened cock between us. I whistle through my teeth at the sensation of her hand wrapped around me.
“You’re so thick,” she purrs in my ear.
I have no idea what her idiot ex was thinking cheating on her. But his loss is my gain.
I cradle her face between my hands. “I still can’t believe you’re here.”
Her brown eyes warm. “Believe it.”
She drops to her knees and my head falls back when she takes me in her sweet mouth.
“Fuck,” I curse, gathering her hair back from her face. She swirls her tongue around my tip before taking as much of me as she can. She worships my dick and I’m happy to let her. She’s a fucking pro at this.
Letting go of me, she pushes me toward the bed, and I sit down. She climbs on my lap and I moan when she sinks down on my cock but stops halfway. She’s soaking wet, and it pleases me that sucking me off gave her pleasure too.
She lifts off me and back down, taking a little more of me. She keeps up her ministrations until she’s fully seated on my cock. I grip her ass in my hands tight enough to bruise.
Looking into her eyes, I know I’ve been waiting so long to feel this way about a girl. I’ve fallen hard, and fast for her, but I wouldn’t