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Azalea Blooms 3
Lukas
Icouldn’tsleep.My mind kept replaying the conversation over and over again. How did I miss the signs? I should’ve known. She’d always acted weird around her friends when they’d bring up who they were boning. I just thought she was modest.
Most of the time I was simply trying to unhear most of it.
The guys on the hockey team were like brothers, but the last thing I wanted to know about was how good Isaac was in bed, or whether Cam thought Taz had a big dick or not.
I looked to my right. Azalea looked so peaceful as she slept. My eyes traced the outline and curves of her still naked body and my cock throbbed with desire. I kept thinking this was some sort of joke. Like she’d wake up in the morning and be like… haha, jokes on you, Luke.
Last night was real. I didn’t just dream all of it up.
She had one leg and arm wrapped around me tight like a spider monkey, and I couldn’t say I minded in the least. I wasn’t an overnight type of guy, but with her I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to see her in my bed. Nothing could pull me away from being here with her.
I ran the back of my knuckles against her soft cheek and she moaned. “Go to sleep, Lukas. I have putting practice so early tomorrow morning. The words came out mumbled.
Her moan did something to me. Shit, I did not want a woody right now. Made it really fucking hard to take a piss.
I couldn’t stop staring at those perfect pink lips. I desperately wanted to kiss her. I wanted to slip inside her, feel her tight heat. I wanted to claim her as mine. A pang hit my heart out of nowhere. Azalea may have let me help her come last night, but that’s all it was. She wasn’t my girl.
Fooling around with her was awakening. All of a sudden that part of my brain pinged with the desire to make her my girl. The truth was I’d always wanted Azalea, but I held back because I didn’t want to cross that line. I wondered now how this would change us.
Friendships were written in the stars while relationships were fleeting. I wanted to say being with her was like my favorite addiction, but it was so much more. We didn’t even have to have sex for me to feel this way. But I wanted to. I wanted everything with her—the big wedding, the kids, and the house on the corner lot with the white picket fence. Yeah, most guys didn’t think about that stuff in college but I did. She was my future.
Her soul had joined with mine all those years ago and clung for dear life. Without her I feared I didn’t know what I would do. She was my best friend. My best fucking friend.
Even if I wanted something to happen between us, I wasn’t sure she would be interested. I could only imagine her idea of love was misconstrued; After the death of her mother, her father began sleeping with hordes of women, throwing his grief into any warm body that came his way.
I laid here for an hour like a creep surrounded in her warmth, enjoying simply being close. It still felt like I was going to wake up from this dream with a hard on and be pissed. Gorgeous olive green eyes blinked open and focused on me as a smile spread on her face. “Morning. You know it’s weird to watch someone sleeping, right?”
I chuckled, bopping her on the nose. “Nah, you’re cute when you sleep. Those little snores that come out of you are everything.”
She pushed my shoulder and furrowed her brow. “Hey, I do not snore.”
“Do you want to hear yourself?” Her eyes grew wide.
“You didn’t…”
“Nope, but it was a fun thought.”
She looked over at the clock and sighed. “I need to get up and get going. Coach will chew me out if I’m late.”
“Are you doing a study session in the basement of the library again tonight?” I asked, curiously.
“Yeah, I need to hash out the statistics homework Pornstache gave us this week. Hey, you want to study with me? I assume you guys are going to practice today? So… maybe after?”
“We’ll be doing that this afternoon then hitting the weight room. Need to start getting amped up for games. Want to stay on top of shit, ya know?”
“I get it. Believe me.”
The blistering heat felt good over my sore body. Coach ran us into the ground today with drills. My legs felt like jello.
Practice had been a whole lot of… get your head in the game, Munson! Coach wasn’t exactly my biggest fan.
I closed my eyes and let the water rush over me, beading before sliding down with gravity. Thoughts from last night crept into my mind, and I felt my dick start to rise.
Not a good thing when your team, who also called you Boner, were hitting the showers too. I couldn’t jerk off here. Fuck, she was so damn hot and responsive last night. She’d asked me to take her virginity, something very personal to a girl. It was a gift and I was going to take it.
