I’m on her before she can take another breath. I don’t know how long we have, but as I hold her jaw in place with my hand, I fuck her mouth as savagely as she’ll allow. She greets me with a furious, wild kiss in return. Sucking and tonguing me like the champion she is.
Soon, it’s not enough to kiss her. My entire body is shaking with the need to be in her, part of her. I wrench up her skinny business-like skirt and jam a big thigh between her legs.
“Tell me that we’re doing more than kissing,” I whisper hoarsely as I scatter kisses along her delicate cheek, her strong jaw, and the tender skin of her neck.
“We’re doing more than kissing,” she confirms. Her busy hands unfasten my jeans. Another second later, my pants are down around my thighs and my heavy, aching dick is in her hands.
“Fuck, yeah.” I push her skirt farther up and pull her panties down, shoving them to the floor with the toe of my boot. Neither of us pause, even as we hear those panties rip or the shuffling of feet outside the door.
We’re too eager for each other, too hungry to care about torn panties, undressing, or outsiders.
I hitch her legs up so she can straddle my waist and take my dick in hand. Her eyes flutter shut as I slide the broad head between the wet folds from her pussy to her clit but we can’t spend too much time playing, and from the way her nails are digging into my shoulders, I don’t think she wants to wait.
“Now,” she orders. Yup. No waiting for her.
I guide the blunt tip to her opening and slide in, slow and gentle so I don’t hurt her. Her bare walls grip me tight, eroding my control. The impulse to jackhammer inside her until the back of my head explodes takes over. My hips start thrusting as I work my way into her hot passage.
“Sorry. Fuck.” I mutter incomplete phrases, hoping she understands that she’s just so fucking hot, I can’t stop myself.
She laughs, a breathy sort of chuckle, and grips my face in both hands. Her brown eyes are full of happiness and love. She bares her teeth and squeezes her cunt so hard I nearly pass out. “I want you. I want you to fuck me as hard and fast as you can, Matty. ”
Oh, God. Her permission makes me wild. I palm an ass cheek in either hand and do exactly what she told me to because, as she is my girl, I am totally, completely, irrevocably hers.
* * *
OUR VICTORY FUCKING doesn’t last near long enough. As soon as we exit the bathroom—disheveled but blissed out—Hammer jumps me.
“We got to jet, brother.”
Reluctantly, I nod. We were hours past curfew and all of us were going to be toast for tomorrow’s spring game.
“I’ll see you back at Western, Goldie. Love you.”
“Love you, too.” She rises on her tiptoes to give me another kiss but Hammer drags me away before it lands.
“You kiss her again and you’ll be back in that bathroom stall for another fifteen minutes,” he grouses with his big hand on my shoulder, pointing me in the opposite direction of Luce.
He’s not wrong.
As it turns out, we don’t even play because when we pull into the Playground, the entire staff of coaches is lined up on the sidewalk waiting for us.
Coach Lowe wastes no time delivering his pronouncement.
“You’re all seven hours late for curfew. None of you will play in the game tomorrow. You are all benched. You and you,” he points to Ace and I, “are suspended for the first game of the season. This is my team.” He paces in front of us. “Not yours. Mine.” He stops in front of Ace. “Have you made a decision yet?”
The implication is that Ace better have made a decision and it better be the right one.
Ace has no sense of self-preservation. “I’ll know at the start of summer camp.”
Coach swings narrowed eyes in my direction. “And you—where do you stand on this?”
I step up next to Ace and put my hand on his shoulder. “With my QB. We play, sir, for each other. You call the plays. You help us train. You keep us in top athletic form. Our minds sharp. But we do all this because of our brothers. When we’re on the field, the only people next to us are those wearing helmets and pads. Ace is our teammate. Barr, he has yet to earn the gold and blue. Maybe he will. We’ll definitely give him a chance, but for now, Ace is our QB.”
It’s dead silent as Coach Lowe absorbs the loss of his team. We may have been his team at the end of the season, but he lost us in his pursuit of revenge or job security. I don’t know what’s going to happen this fall, but when we hit the field, it won’t be with Lowe on our minds. We’ll be doing it for each other.
That feels right, no matter how many games he decides to suspend me for.
37
Matty
June
“Coming, Matty?”
“Nah, I think I’ll hang here.”
“Fuck that. She has your balls in your purse now?” Sophomore linebacker Hank Coleman mocks.
I cup myself. “Nope. Still here. You can get on your knees and check it out for yourself if you’re unsure.”
Hammer smacks Coleman on the back of the head. “Go get the cab for us, rook.”
“I’m not a rookie,” Coleman protests.
“First year starter? Sounds like a rookie to me.” He shoves Coleman toward the door. Bishop comes up behind me.
“We’ll watch out for you,” Bish says in low tones. “No pictures. No random jockeys.”
It wasn’t pictures that got me into trouble before, but it’s hard to explain to Bish or even Hammer because they’re still in nail-anything-that-moves mode, which is fine. I totally respect that. I enjoyed that time in my life, but I don’t miss it. Not one bit.