Rumor Going 'Round (Lyrics and Love #3) - Lind, Samantha Page 0,14

him hitting the back of my head. “What the fuck do you need?” I ask.

“You’ve got company,” he tells me, pointing out the back door and onto the deck. Standing there next to the cooler is a vision. Lindsay is talking with some of the other women in attendance, a beer in her hand, so she’s obviously been here for at least a couple minutes. I can see her in profile, and she’s never looked more beautiful. Her hair is down in loose waves, jeans encase her slender legs, and the Bulldogs shirt she’s got on proudly displays her alma mater, that she’s rooting for tonight. My kinda girl!

“Well, fuck me,” I muse under my breath, but loud enough, apparently, that Lee hears me.

“You’d better make a move on that if you don’t want someone else swooping in and locking it down,” he tells me, smacking a hand against my shoulder, this time leaving it resting against me as he squeezes it and points out to a few guys who appear to be circling the group of women outside.

“Fuck,” I curse as I head that way. No way in hell am I going to stand by while one of these fuckers tries to swoop in and steal the one woman I might actually want to pursue for more than a quick lay.

“Ladies,” I greet the group of women talking. “Can I get anyone anything or show you where anything is?” I offer the group.

“We’re good,” they all chime in at the same time. I look around the circle, my eyes lingering on Lindsay for a few moments longer than they do on anyone else.

“Glad that you could make it; I’ve saved a seat for you inside if you wanted to come watch the game,” I offer. I hadn’t really, but she can take my seat. I’ll fucking stand, or better yet, she can sit on my lap while we watch the game.

“Thanks,” she says, leaning in slightly as I pull her into my side for a makeshift side hug. What the fuck am I doing? A fucking side hug. Facepalm.

I lead her into the house that is now filled with at least thirty people all milling around chatting as they watch the game. My hand finds the small of Lindsay’s back as I lead her over to where I’d been sitting, and, thankfully, the spot is still empty. She looks around and realizes that it’s the only open spot front and center. “I can’t take your spot, Tuck,” she says, shortening my name, and all I can think of is her saying that while I fuck her. My dick springs to life in my jeans.

“Sit down, fucker! Didn’t your mama ever tell you that you’re a better door than a window?” Lee calls out from where he’s standing behind the furniture.

I just flip him the bird as I plop down on the chair, pulling Lindsay with me and into my lap. “If you don’t want to take my seat, then you can just sit with me,” I whisper into her ear as I push her hair off her shoulder and out of the way. My lips ghost along the skin of her neck, and I watch as it puckers from the sensation. Her entire body shivers in my arms, and I know that my breath on her skin has affected her, hopefully in a good way. “Cold?” I ask, just as the majority of everyone bursts out in a loud cheer. I look at the TV to see a replay of the quarterback throwing the perfect spiral pass to one of the receivers, who runs the ball in for a touchdown, putting the Bulldogs up six to nothing to open the first quarter of scoring.

“No,” she says, squirming slightly in my arms, and it's at that moment that I realize the problem with her sitting on my lap like this. Her perfect little ass is going to be rubbing against my dick all night long, giving me the largest set of blue balls known to man. I adjust her slightly; hopefully, my dick isn’t pressing too much into her backside and giving me away right now. I find it hard to concentrate on the game with Lindsay in my lap, but the game eventually pulls me in for a little bit.

Halftime rolls around, and the Bulldogs are leading twenty-one to fourteen. “I should go fire up the grill. You want anything other than a burger or hot dog?” I ask