Our gazes met. We weren’t alone any longer.
“Fuck. The party’s starting.” He leaned forward, cupped my face with sticky fingers and kissed me. “The first time we fuck, I don’t want it rushed and Idon’t want it with anyone around. Those sounds you make are just for me.”
I nodded.
“I’m not remotely done with you, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”
We’re just getting started.I liked the sound of that.
9
ZEB
An hour later,the party was in full swing. The keg was out back, someone had turned on the tunes and people were wall to wall in the house. The entire football team was here to celebrate along with a large group of friends and fans.
We had parties often, our place known as the football house. We locked our bedroom doors upstairs–the four of us learned the hard way early on that people got into your shit, or did shit on your bed if they had access–and had the front and back doors open.
Cammie’s roommate and friends from the gameshowed up a little while ago and were… somewhere. I hadn’t seen them since they went to get beers.
We were in the kitchen with three guys from the team. I had Cammie tucked against my side, very content to not let her out of my sight. Hell, out of my hold for the entire night. I could tell this wasn’t her scene. Besides her friends, she didn’t seem to know anyone. I’d brought her a beer, which she’d held but hadn’t taken a sip of. When she admitted she didn’t like beer, I swapped it for one of the bottles of something red and fruity that had been stuck in the fridge. She’d said she liked it, but hadn’t had more than a quarter of the bottle.
I was totally fine with that because all I could think about was getting this house empty and Cammie to myself again so I could really make her mine. Earlier had been a taste. Literally. She’d tasted so fucking good. Sweet. Sticky. And she’d been so fucking wet.
Shit. I couldn’t think about eating her out again in a roomful of my teammates and friends.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom,” she said, going up on her toes and whispering it in my ear.
I turned, looked down at her. “You want me to go with you?”
She frowned behind her glasses. “To the bathroom?”
“Lotta people here.”
She glanced around, not seeing a fun way to let loose and celebrate, but probably noise and annoying strangers who were getting drunker by the minute. “I’m good.”
“Use the one upstairs,” I directed.
She nodded and slipped out. I watched her go around the corner.
“Dude, what’s up with the nerdy chick?”
I gave Bruf, short for Bruffisberger, a glare. “She’s mine.”
His eyes widened as he processed that. Nodded. “Cool.”
Yeah, cool. Except I couldn’t make her officially mine until this party was over. I couldn’t leave. I was the captain. The quarterback. I had an entire football team cockblocking me.
10
CAMMIE
I went backdown the stairs after taking a little extra time in the quiet bathroom. These were the kinds of parties Rose had invited me to. I was glad I’d turned her down in the past. God, they’d have been awful. But now, knowing Zeb, having his arm around me all night and introducing me to his friends? Not so bad.
I still felt out of place. An imposter. No way could Zeb Wilder want me.
Except he did.
What we did in his bed earlier… hot! I couldn’t believe it. He’d wanted to do more, to actually have sex. I’d have said yes, because if what he did with his mouth felt so amazingly good, even having never done it before, then I could only imagine what actual sex would be like.
