On the Sideline (BSU Football #3) - J.B. Salsbury Page 0,38
Bex.” She turns and heads back to the shop and I watch her teeny tiny ass swing in her Daisy Dukes.
“She’s…nice.”
He barks out a laugh. “Brit’s a stoner. Don’t take her lack of enthusiasm personally.”
“She’s really pretty.”
“Eh, if you like that sort of thing, I guess.” He pulls me to his front, his hands roam from my hips up my back and down to settle at the top of my ass. “I find you much more attractive.”
I push up on my toes and kiss him. “Good to know.”
He smacks my ass, making me squeak. “You better get these boards back.” He presses me against the bed of the truck, and then he dips his head and kisses me. Long, deep…this is a goodbye kiss. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“Tonight.”
He walks me to the driver’s side and kisses me again before I climb in. Once inside, he asks me to roll my window down and kisses me again. He groans and steps away. “Go. Or I’ll never stop kissing you. Wait!” He kisses me hard and then stops. “Those lips!”
I laugh and he shakes his head. “Okay, really, I need to go.”
“Go then.” He motions for me to exit the lot.
“I am.”
“Good.” He tucks his hands in his armpits as if to keep them from reaching for me.
“You go first.”
He reaches through the open window, pulls my lips to his and breathes “Brat,” before he kisses me a last time and then turns and jogs inside.
I spend the fifteen-minute drive home thinking I’m falling hard for a jock.
Chapter Twelve
Loren
Kaipo and I pull up to the Eta Pi house right at four o’clock. I pass my truck to the valet guy out front and Kaipo hands me one of the two Hawaiian lei’s he picked up from a nearby florist.
“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I say for only him to hear as we head up the front steps. “Riley’s going to think I’m into her if I give her this.”
“It’s a beach themed party and you can’t show up empty handed. And leis can be given for any occasion, between friends, family, they’re much less romantic than bringing her flowers.” He knocks on the door, and we’re let in by the house mom who waves us in and rushes back to the kitchen and staff of bustling caterers.
We remove ourselves from the chaos by going out back to where the tables are set up. To the right there’s a photographer with a beach-themed backdrop that includes a sandy floor and three of the surfboards Bex picked up from me this morning.
And what a morning it was. Having her all to myself, and being able to touch her regardless of who sees was a small taste of heaven. A heaven I have every intention of making our reality as soon as this night is over.
As if on cue, the obstacle between me and Bex comes sauntering toward me in a bubblegum pink mini-dress that looks like it’s sewn custom to fit every curve of her body. Which it probably was. Her skin is darker than I’ve seen it before, either some of that makeup magic women do or that lotion that stains their skin. Her hair is curled in loose waves and her makeup is heavier than usual. She moves in as if she’s about to kiss me so I hurry and hold out the lei between us. “This is for you.”
She rocks back on her high heels and eyes the flowers. “Those are so beautiful.” Her long, pink nails run along the petals and I wonder how long those nails would last mucking stalls on the farm. The thought of Riley shoveling horseshit actually makes me grin. The thought of Bex shoveling horseshit turns me on. “The purple doesn’t really match my outfit though.” She spots the lei in Kaipo’s hand. “Oh, this one’s pink!” She plucks up the other lei and drapes it over her head. “Becky!” She steps away to bark orders at one of her sisters.
“She just broke every traditional lei custom there is,” he mumbles.
I catch movement from the corner of my eye and when I turn I’m almost knocked backward by what I see.
Bex is wearing a dress. Not just any dress, but a red vintage-looking throwback to the 1960’s. The halter-style top showcases her creamy, soft skin and her full breasts are held to perfection with a healthy amount of cleavage. The top is form-fitting to the waist where it flares out and