Cocky Striker - Evan Grace Page 0,10

I wanted to, bad, but there was something that kept me from walking out my door. Instead I watched porn and jerked off.

I jog to catch up to her. “Laken!” She stops and turns, watching me as I approach her. “Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good, Chance. How are you?”

I hate this awkwardness. Normally girls just fall all over me, and I have to do no work whatsoever. “I’m good. I wanted to apologize for the other night. We were having a nice conversation and were rudely interrupted.”

Laken looks down at her feet and shrugs. “No need to apologize.” She looks up me. “I have to go grab some lunch before class.” She turns and walks away, but I’m not ready to be done with her yet.

“Laken, wait up.” Again, she stops and turns, waiting for me to catch up. For a shorty she’s sure fast. “Let me buy you lunch?”

“That’s seriously not necessary.”

I nod. “I know it’s not, but I want to … please?” I stick out my lower lip and give her puppy dog eyes.

Laken shakes her head. “Fine.”

I refrain from pumping my fist in the air. I don’t think she’d appreciate that very much. We head over to a taco truck and both order carne asada tacos. I grab us a couple bottles of water and when our food is ready, I grab the tray, and we find a spot at a secluded table.

I squirt some hot sauce on mine. “I wish I had my cock sauce.”

She chokes on a bite of her taco. “Cock sauce?”

I start to laugh. “It’s sriracha, but my dad has always called it cock sauce, and it kind of stuck.”

Conservation is stalled as we both dig in. For a petite woman she can sure pack it away. Of course, I’m no dummy and don’t plan on telling her that. After we finish, I toss our trash and then come back to the table.

“Thank you for lunch. It was delicious.” Her smile is shy and unsure, but it does something to me.

“You’re welcome.” She grabs her water, and I try to avoid looking at her breasts as she tips her head back, taking a drink. I force my eyes up until they’re on her lips wrapped around the opening. “Ahem … so I know I asked you last weekend, but you should come to my game Saturday.”

“It’s a home game, right?”

“Yeah. We’re playing LA. You can see my fancy footwork,” I tell her as she stands. I follow suit and move to stand right in front of her. “Pretty please?” I can’t believe I’m begging, but I don’t care.

Laken’s cheeks turn the most adorable shade of pink. Without thinking, I reach out and brush a lock of hair back behind her ear. Her perfect white teeth bite into her plump lower lip, and then she licks it, making my dick twitch. “Okay, what time does it start?”

“Two o’clock. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you. Thanks again for lunch.” She turns, and I watch her walk away. I’m only human, which means my eyes go immediately to her great ass. Before I can look away, Laken catches me staring at it.

She shakes her head and continues on her way. Once she disappears around the corner, I head in the opposite direction.

***

I take a drink of my water and try to catch my breath. We just finished our game, and we ended up tied two to two. Everyone played hard, but they were tough. We were just evenly matched.

Scanning the crowd, I spot Laken and her roommate. She waves at me. I give her a smile and a chin lift. My parents are sitting on the bottom bleacher. I don’t miss my mom looking behind her and up at Laken. I’m sure they’re going to have questions, and before I look away, my mom whispers something to my dad.

Coach McLaughlin excuses us to head to the locker rooms. I signal for Laken to come to me, and she climbs down the bleachers. “Hey!” She smiles up at me. “You’re really good.”

“Thanks. Can you hang for a bit? I’ll be done in about twenty minutes.”

Laken nods. “Sure.”

I turn and run to catch up with my teammates. Once in the locker room I pull most of my clothes off, slip on my shower shoes, and make my way toward the showers.

Trey grabs the stall next to me. “I’m fucking beat. That was a tough game,” he grumbles.

“You played great, man. They were tough.” I scrub my scraped