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Finally, he released his fingers with a pop. “I knew you’d taste like fucking heaven.” He brought my hand that he was still holding up to his lips and kissed it before releasing it. “Fourth orgasm. Now, let’s put you back together.” He smirked before he zipped up my pants and fastened the button. For the rest of the movie, he leaned close with his arm around me. Yet he still hadn’t kissed me.
Axel
“Where have you been?” Nick was in the kitchen, hovering over the stove. All the other lights were off in the house since it was almost one in the morning, and I lived with a bunch of lame married couples now, it seemed.
After the movie, I dropped off Natalie at her dorm room like a gentleman. Despite my blue balls. Despite wanting to fuck her like an animal. All I wanted to do was go to my room and ease this pressure, the constant hard-on I’d had all evening. I felt like a preteen who jerked off in my bedroom twenty-four seven.
“I was working on my project.” I stepped past him and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge.
Nick laughed as he flipped a grilled ham and cheese sandwich in the sauté pan. “Project,” he mocked, knowing full damn well what I was about, apparently, and held out his hand. “Let me smell your fingers.”
“Fuck you. You dirty bastard.” I moved over to the counter and leaned against it, tipping my bottle toward the stove. “Late-night snack? How’s the fasting going?”
Nick smirked, shaking his head. “It’s my cheat day, bro.”
“I think you said the same thing yesterday.”
With a spatula in hand, he dumped his sandwich onto a paper plate and turned off the burner. Glancing over his shoulder, he said, “Maybe I’ll come clean with cheat days when you stop confusing going after a girl with a class project.” He grabbed the sandwich and took a bite, smiling as he chewed.
I took a sip of my water. “Touché,” I acknowledged quietly. I’d razzed him enough, as well as all my friends, in the past, so it was only fair. “Anyway, I’m going to bed.”
“Yeah. Me, too,” Nick said with a mouth full of food. “Just be careful. Don’t step into something you can’t step out of.”
“I’m good, man.”
“Okay.” Nick had a serious look on his face. “I’ve heard this song before.”
I was already in the living room when I heard him. I waved him off. “It’s all good.”
I knew Nick was being nosy and concerned, and I knew I gave him clear warning when he pursued Kenzie. He was paying it back, but at the end of the day, I knew Nick had my best interests at heart. “Is it, though?” Nick fired back, and I was already walking to my room.
“Yeah. We’re just having fun.”
Actually, I knew what I was stepping into, but damned if I could stop it. I’d already broken most of the rules I’d set up for myself. Rules I’d made years ago. I was a driven person about football and school. My father had taught me how to be successful in football, but my mother had instilled in me how to be successful in life. She’d always been the more skeptical of the two. The one who’d given me the mental game plan to navigate my teenage years. She was always one to give me advice and be in my head about my choices.
“Don’t fall for the first girl who says I love you,” she said.
“Why?” my dumbass, twelve-year-old self asked.
“Because you’re too young to know what love is, and you’re destined for something greater. Just be careful of people’s motives.”
When I broke through in Pop Warner football, people looked at me differently because I was a star at an early age. When I started playing football in middle school, our games were more packed with fans than at the high school games. Now, here I was in seventh grade and owning our district in football. High school coaches were already hanging out at the stadium, scouting me.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because you’re a commodity. You play a popular sport, and you are successful. People are either going to fawn over you or try to undercut you.” She wrapped her arm around me. “I just want you to protect yourself.” Yeah. My mom could analyze any person in the world. And she did. Even my dad sometimes felt uneasy with the way she could read people. But she went on. “It comes with the territory of being the son of an NFL player. People will say anything to be your friend. Girls will do anything to be with you. You better be careful, son. I know you’re growing up and have typical urges that hormonal boys do.”
My mom just made shit uncomfortable as I looked at her like she was crazy, but she went on. “Don’t look so surprised. I’m well aware of what you do. You think I don’t notice how your sheets have stains or how your damn socks are stiff when I do laundry? Don’t take me for a fool.”
It did surprise me that she knew what I did. Even weirder that she mentioned it to me. However, ever since then, my mom was skeptical. Maybe that was the time I finally started heeding her advice. It was in her nature to analyze people. Hell, she’d analyzed me throughout my childhood. Sometimes it was mentally exhausting to try to outthink her or out-chess her.
My mom was pretty much spot on about her observations about people. Again, that was kind of her job. She tookread the roomto the next level.
But with girls, I’d never read anything further than what it was. Pure, unadulterated sex.Hormones in overdrivewas what my mother used to say at awkward moments when one of the cheerleaders on the team was giving me too much attention. Or when other girls were waiting for me beside my parents as if they were close friends. My mom was already on the up and up and wasn’t fooled by any of their bullshit. Any of my bullshit. She always came at the angle that I needed to keep focused on my life, my studies, and my football career, and never, ever let someone derail that shit. I’m paraphrasing, of course.
She was big on showing and talking about teenage pregnancy and how it could wreck your life. Mom was big on the whole,I would rather you abstain from sex, but I’m a realist, and if you are going to have sex, you better use a condom.She was the one who supplied me with a box of condoms before I even had the chance to have sex. However, she knew. She’d already told me that much. She was right. Especially now.Don’t let irrational feelings get in the way. Don’t lose your head.I could still hear her words.
My mom could bust my balls, but looking back, I knew she was trying to protect me. She was the voice of reason in my head, in my life, until one night when I was sixteen changed our family dynamics forever. From then on, I became more guarded than ever.
