Page 12 of Changing Lanes

“Look at that, I’m already turnin’ you into a country girl.” Her face glows with pride at my acknowledgment. Her eyes shine with my small praise. Her lips part as she smiles shyly, showing me she’s received very little accolades in her life. Before she can respond, I make the other half of my wish a reality. I kiss her.

I struggle for air but refuse to stop. Her lips are soft, warm, and wanting. When her lips part ever so slightly to sweep her tongue over my bottom lip, an audible gasp escapes her. Grinning against her lips, I go in for the kill.

Parting her mouth with the tantalizing tip of my tongue, she welcomes it with a sigh. Taking control, I sweep over and under her awaiting tongue. Pulling it between my lips, I suck it. Letting it go long enough to bite her bottom lip, she draws in a breath then I finish her off.

A long, deep groan builds, crawling from within me as I take her mouth for the second time. Our tongues go to war as our lips mold together. She wraps her legs around my waist as I gain traction with my knees from the couch.

My hard cock grinds into her pussy, making me throb with each thrust. My left hand grabs her ass as I snake my right around the small of her back, lifting her so she opens to meet my every grind. My hips swivel, rubbing her clit with the seam of my pants where my cock is about to burst from its confines.

Our mouths mimic every move, fucking the way it feels we want to. A low growl rumbles through my chest as I take her tongue into my mouth, swirling it over and under. I’m lost to the pounding rhythm of our bodies, doing everything they long to do without doing it.

I pull back with a look of frustration and anxiety marring my face. She looks as if she’s in pain. Well, damn it, I am, too. She reaches for the button on my jeans, tugging it free. Grabbing each side and yanking them open.

I place my hands over hers, slowly closing my eyes before moving her hands. Twisting my head to the side, I lick my lips, savoring her taste on them. Still, I don’t look at her. Why am I holding back? Beneath me lays a beautiful woman, and I’m saying no.

“Ava.” Releasing her name as a whisper, it’s not a question on her part.

My head snaps back as her eyes look through me. “No.” Shaking my head, my eyes close as her mouth purses.

She moves away from me. “So, it’s more than you told me?”

I can’t believe how her words scare me. Why are they scaring me? We hardly know each other. “No. It’s complicated.” I lay back against the couch, throwing my arm over my face.

“Oh,” is all she says before she scrambles to her feet. My hand is on hers, tugging her back down beside me.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” My chest heaves, but I don’t let go of her. I’m ashamed to admit that I like it, maybe a little too much.

“I can honestly say, I have no clue what’s going on between us,” she quips with a nervous giggle.

“It’s not what you think,” I say flatly.

“What the fuck is it then?” She turns facing me.

My head jerks to her, surprised at her question. “It’s more about making the right choices.”

“Huh? It sounds a lot like a relationship?” Her face flames with anger.

“No, I’m not talking about Ava. Not entirely.” I gape at her.

“Okay, I guess I’m lost,” she says.

“Ava has been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, we grew up together. I don’t want to hurt her, but we are just friends. That’s where my allegiance ends.” I swallow the knot in my throat as I say it. “As for me, I’ve spent enough time making mistakes. I don’t want this to be another.”

She looks away for a moment, then stares directly into my eyes. “Okay. Do we need to just be friends?”

“No. I’m not sure where this going, but I’ll be damned if I stop it.” Leaning in, I place a sweet kiss on her lips. “I don’t think I have it in me to never kiss you again.” And so, I do.

Breaking away, she rests her forehead against mine and sighs. “I like that, country boy. I know it’s morning and you’re probably tired, but will you stay just a little while longer?”

Who the hell am I to deny her request? “Yeah, Torrie. I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.” She smiles and pecks my lips, before climbing off my lap.

We get comfortable on the couch together, talking about our hopes and dreams. Memories of summers past. Likes and dislikes. It’s as though we are made for one another in so many ways.

“So, there’s a game later. Would you want to go?” she asks warily.

“It’s ACC football, yes. Besides, if I get to escort you, I’m more than willing to go.” I can’t believe she likes football. Virginia Tech is playing North Carolina University, and Tech is ranked seventh in the country. An ACC game for a Carolina boy who refuses to cheer on the Tarheels—that’s always gonna be a hard yes.

We nap on the couch until close to game time. It’s a late September evening, as we don our maroon and orange to walk to the stadium., Although we can get student tickets, we use Torrie’s season tickets.