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I lift the note and smile at her thoughtfulness. I was a fool to think I would have a chance with a girl like her. Maybe it’s better this way. I throw up all my garbage. She walks away, and Coach never has to know.
But that’s not what I want to happen. I want her to look in my eyes and tell me she’s with me.
After eating a couple of frosted glazed donuts with star sprinkles, I go for a run, sticking to my routine. After a shower, I dress and watch a college basketball game with Roscoe. He lies at the end of the couch, cuddled up into the armrest.
I check the time over and over. When it finally hits three, I know she’ll be here any minute. My stomach churns and burns, and I feel nauseous. Logan and Harper are at the theatre. Adalee is with Hagan’s family in Baton Rouge, watching Hagan and the baseball team play LSU, so we will have the house all to ourselves.
Gravel crunches in the driveway, and I know I’m minutes away from my new life blowing up in my face. I open the door and chuckle at her luggage as she walks towards me.
“You spending the night?”
“Maybe.” She smirks, with her hands pulling my body into hers.
Her hair is in her signature braided ponytail, wearing high-waisted jeans with a cropped sweater. Without lifting up the light-blue sweater, I know she has a tank top underneath. “What color?”
I kiss her tentatively, but she pulls me closer. “Let’s go to your room and find out.”
This wasn’t what I was expecting. Yesterday morning, she was concerned, and then she texted me again last night before the game, saying, “Trust and truth will carry us through.”
It seemed like she wanted to have this conversation immediately.
My fingers grab hers, and we walk inside.
“Thanks for the donuts. Loved the star sprinkles.”
“Well, you played like a star.”
“Did you stay up to see the whole game?”
“I did.”
I swing her into my body. “That’s a very girlfriend thing to do.”
We sway back and forth, kissing before she slips her fingers under the waistband of my gray sweatpants. She runs over the dip in my back, around my hips, and pushes the band down a couple of inches.
“How do you get this V? It’s mouthwatering.”
My hands cup her jaws. “I’ve got something that will make your mouth water.”
The flicker in her eyes suggests she’s game. Feeling her pretty peach lips wrapped around me will leave a lasting image for me to jerk off to when she leaves me.
“Let’s go up.”
She’s like a giddy schoolgirl, pulling me upstairs. As soon as we’re in my room, she sits on the bed and drags me to her. Standing in front of her, she pushes my sweatpants down one inch at a time until my wood springs out, practically jumping in her mouth.
“Commando.” She wiggles a brow.
“I’m an impatient man when it comes to you.”
Brooke peers up at me with those green eyes that look bluer today because of her sweater. She doesn’t have on a speck of makeup other than mascara. She takes my hand from her face and puts in on my hard-as-steel rod.
“Will you help me get started?” she asks as her creamy skin flushes to an energetic shade of pink.
I gently caress myself a few times, and she responds by resting her hand over mine. As our hands interlace, a sizzling connection emerges, and I yearn for one more moment with her. "That's it, baby," I whisper, and then I slowly withdraw my hand from beneath hers.
She strokes me at the same pace and dips her mouth to meet my bulging head. It seems bigger to me tonight. A moan escapes her lips as she swirls her tongue and licks up the precum. Focusing on her eyes, they flit closed when she takes more of my length.
Some girls don’t like it, and some guys don’t either. It’s a vulnerable position to relinquish control. I fucking love it, but this time feels different. She’s inexperienced, yet it feels better than the puck bunnies who’ve given dozens of blow jobs.
