Zeb raised a brow, silently asking if I was joining.
I nodded.
Then he grinned, stepped forward and took my hand. “We’ll see you later at the party,” he told the girls. “546 East Madison.”
Then he was pulling me down the corridor. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Rose grinning likea mother whose child went off to kindergarten for the first time.
Then I forgot about her, football, studying, my own name and just let Zeb drag me… anywhere.
7
ZEB
I didn’t knowthere was a better feeling than having a ball I threw end up in the hands of my teammate for him to run into the endzone for the winning touchdown.
There was.
Finding my girl in my sweatshirt outside the locker room waiting for me.
She was there for me. Today, her hair was long down her back. It was thick and seemed to be naturally wavy, and I wanted to wrap it around my fist and hold onto it while I kissed her. While I fucked her from behind.
So many things I wanted to do to her. With her, my balls were aching something fierce.
This girl, I’d marked her as mine. Probably any person who saw her wearing the sweatshirt knew that I’d claimed her.
Except Cammie herself.
As we walked to my house–which was only a block from the stadium–I held her hand. We didn’t talk because we were in a sea of fans leaving the stadium. I got high fives, back slaps, and all kinds of congrats as we went, not allowing for any time for Cammie and I to chat.
But as soon as I got to the house and shut the front door, she was mine and mine alone.
After coach’s post-game talk, I’d hustled through my shower to get to her. Nick had been right behind me, but hung back and waited for Sean and Eli, giving me time alone in the house with my girl.
I led her up the stairs and into my room, shutting the door and–finally–getting her all to myself.
“What did you think of the game?” I asked.
She was looking around my space, walking in a slow circle, running her fingers over my things. My dick throbbed, wanting her fingers to run over it, too. My desk, my pile of textbooks, my comforter. The room wasn’t exciting, but definitely better than a dorm.I had privacy and a bigger bed. Freshman year sucked being my size and fitting on such a narrow mattress.
I was neat to begin with, but I’d picked up, hoping for this moment. My laundry was in the hamper, not tossed near it. I’d changed my sheets. Dishes from the kitchen from hastily eaten meals were back downstairs in the dishwasher.
She finally turned back to face me. Pushed her glasses up. “It was insane. The crowd was so into it.”
I gave a little head shake. “I don’t care about the crowd. Were you into it?”
She bit her lip and looked up at me through her lashes. It was a coy look for most girls, but for Cammie, it came across as shyness. “I was into watching you,” she admitted.
Yeah, that went right to my dick.
“I was hoping you were there.” I took a step closer, not able to take another second of being away from her. “In my sweatshirt.”
Her gaze flicked away. “Rose says it means you’re interested in me.”
Reaching out, I took her hand and tugged her into me. She gasped and pressed against me. She was so small there was no doubt she felt my hard dick against her belly.
“I said it the other night in a text, but it seems I need to show you.” Cupping her face and brushing her hair back, I tipped it up so our eyes met. “Can I kiss you?”
Her tongue flicked out as she nodded.
