After the euphoria of the round one game, the rest of the conference playoffs felt anticlimactic. Eatonboro rolled through games two and three, and we were riding high when we reached the championship match up, pitting us against Franklin Township once again.
I saw Leo between practices and team meetings, brief snatches of togetherness sandwiched by football. On days when it worked out, he’d pick me up for school, and we’d sit in the car, in the parking lot, talking a little and making out a lot. We ate lunch together, still with the football team; most of the guys seemed to have accepted me, although I noticed that Matt Lampert didn’t talk much when I was around. I knew he and Leo were close friends, so I tried to draw him out, but he kept stubbornly silent.
“Don’t worry about him, babe.” Leo nuzzled my neck, touching his tongue to the pulse that thrummed at the base of my throat. “Matt’s just ... he doesn’t have a lot of people in his life he can count on. He’s a little possessive of me, and there’s never been a girl in my life like you.”
I shifted so that I was a little closer to Leo. I lay on top of him, our legs tangled together. We were in the backseat of his car, parked at the playground. It was too cold to be outside anymore, but the dark lot here gave us the perfect spot to fool around in the car. We tried to take advantage of those opportunities whenever they came around—which wasn’t often enough right now.
“I don’t want to come between you and your friends.” I cupped his jaw with my hand. “Most of them are sweet to me. I feel like I have a whole bunch of big brothers, and that’s great. But I wish Matt would thaw a little.”
“Hey, babe?” Leo slid his hands under my shirt to cover my boobs. “I’m so glad that you want to be friends with Matt, and we’ll figure it out. But right now? My hands are on your tits. And I want to put my mouth on you. We only have about another twenty minutes before I have to get you home, and I’d like to get you off first.”
I swatted him, feeling my face go warm. “You have a dirty mouth, Leo Taylor.”
“Yeah, I do. And I want to put that dirty mouth all over your body.” He lifted my shirt up, and his fingers curled over the cups of my bra, tugging them down so that he could get to the nipples. I hummed in appreciation when his lips touched one side, while one finger and thumb pinched the other.
I’d never thought I was very interested in getting physical with guys. Hearing stories about girls in school who’d hooked up in dark hallways, at parties or in cars had sounded kind of icky to me. But now I understood. And it turned out that when it came to Leo, I was all about the touching and the kissing. I might’ve been pretty ignorant when it came to making out, but I was a fast learner. Probably because my teacher was the sexiest guy I’d ever known.
We hadn’t had sex yet, but I was pretty sure that was just lack of opportunity. Leo knew how to make me feel good, and he never hesitated to make it happen. And even better, he taught me how to make him feel good. I was endlessly curious about how his body worked; I knew it from a hypothetical, abstract point of view, but getting down and dirty in reality? Yeah, I’d learned that nothing beat hands-on experience.
I braced myself up with one hand so that I could sneak the other between our bodies, curving my fingers over the promising bulge in Leo’s jeans. I was rewarded when he hissed, canting his hips up toward me.
“Hey, I said I was going to makeyoucome.”
“Mmmhmmm. But that doesn’t feel very fair. And why can’t we both get what we want?” I maneuvered until I got his jeans unbuttoned and slid my hand into his boxers. Desperate want surged in me when I touched him, already hard and ready for me.
“Wait a second.” He reached down too, hiking up my skirt. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I tried to wear either dresses or skirts when I knew Leo and I might have time together alone; it gave him easier access to me, and I was all for that.
His clever fingers covered me over my underwear, stroking in just the right spot before he pushed aside the material, touching my wet folds.
“God, babe. Mia, you’re so wet for me.” His mouth was still on my breast, and the vibration of his voice heightened the sensation. I closed my fingers around his cock, circling the head with my thumb and moving my fist up and down with increasing speed. Leo matched me movement for movement, until I was panting and begging.
“There, baby? Right there? Is that where you want me?” His thumb pressed against my clit, and I cried out.
“Yes—there. God, Leo. Oh, God ...”
“I’m close, Mia. I’m going to come. Are you—”
He thrust a finger inside me, and that was all it took. I pressed down, riding his hand, mindless in my pleasure as I chanted his name over and over. At the same time, my hand fisted his erection until he grunted, shooting wet warmth over both of us.
We were still breathing heavily, my body limp over his, when the alarm on Leo’s phone went off. He groaned, cursing.
“Fucking curfew.” He ran his hands down my back, squeezing my butt and kissing the top of my head. “I want more time with you. No, correction: I need more time with you. And not in the backseat of a car.”
“Tomorrow’s the last game, either way.” I kissed him, tangling my tongue with his. “Then things should ease up a little, right?”
“Yeah.” He framed my face. “We’ll have a break on practices and games, until spring. I know it’s been crazy, babe. Thanks for putting up with this.”
I smiled against his lips. “I’m sure you’ll find some way to repay me for my patience.”
Nate had returned to school about a week before the championship game, and he’d agreed to sit with me at the stadium. I knew Sheri was worried about him being out in the cold, but the day had actually dawned a little more temperate, and although the air was still chilly, the sun was warm. I promised Sheri that I’d keep my eye on Nate and get him home if he began feeling bad.
It felt as though the entire school was crowding the stands, but Gia had saved seats for us. The girls greeted Nate as though they were all long-lost friends, although they didn’t know each other well.
“Dude, about time you’re here.” Gia folded Nate into a hug. At first he stood stiff, but no one was immune to Gia, I’d found, and in a few seconds, he patted her back, smiling faintly.
I introduced him to Gia’s friends, and then there wasn’t time for anything else. We stood for the anthem and stayed on our feet for kickoff.
This time, there wasn’t any drama on the field. Matt and Leo played the game as though they’d been born for this day, moving in perfect concert. The blockers were on fire, so that Franklin Township didn’t get in even one sack. Our running game actually worked for once. And the passes? They were more completions than in any previous Eatonboro game.
