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by Ashley Jade
The ref closest to me throws his arms up indicating a touchdown. I jump up and spike the ball like it’s my bitch. “Fuck yes!”
Holy hell. We fucking did it.
The crowd storms the field and seconds later my entire team rushes me.
But as thrilled as I am with our well-deserved victory—there’s only one face I want to see right now.
I zero in on the mascot who’s currently doing the sprinkler, revving the crowd up even more.
I might not deserve Sawyer…but I want her.
All of her.
No walls. No guardrails. No safety nets.
No stupid contract or bet.
Just us.
For real this time.
Chapter 58
Sawyer
The air buzzes with shock and excitement as the Knights score the winning touchdown.
They did it. I jump up and down on the sidelines as exhilaration pumps through my system.
I know how hard they’ve all worked for this and they deserve to soak up every second of this.
“Shit,” Bianca mutters right before her and the rest of the cheerleaders race toward the field.
I watch as she shimmies and shakes her little heart out, performing Casey’s moves even better than Casey does.
I’m nervous when it’s time for the big flip, but just like everything else, she nails it.
I’m so distracted, I almost miss the signal for me to join them.
Holding onto Izzy’s big-ass head, I haul ass.
Given it’s the last game, I give my notorious sprinkler move everything I’ve got. Working my hips and arching my back.
The crowd loses their minds, chanting for Izzy and the rest of the Knights.
Feeling bold and feeding off the energy, I start shaking my booty.
Until I feel a pair of piercing green eyes watching me.
His stare is so intense it steals the breath right from my lungs.
Without warning, he’s walking across the field like a man on a mission. His long strides eating up the distance between us in record time.
And then he’s standing in front of me…closing in on me like an eclipse.
My blood quickens and a stream of panic flows through me as he rips Izzy’s head off and throws it on the ground.
The crowd of people surrounding us gasp.
“Wh—”
I panic for a whole different reason when he cups my face in his hands and rasps, “Be my girlfriend.”
Mind swirling, I sputter the first thing that comes to my mind. “Are you—is this a joke?”
“No. This is real.” The big hands framing my face tighten. “So fucking real.”
My eyes water and my vision goes hazy.
There are so many reasons I should shoot him down.
So many reasons it won’t work out between us.
So many reasons to turn around and run.
But the organ pounding in my chest doesn’t care about any of them.
It only cares about him.
“Ye—”
I don’t get to finish that statement because he crushes his mouth against mine.
It’s a kiss that robs me of air and sends everything spiraling.
A kiss that lays indisputable claim.
A kiss filled with apologies for the past, a promise to do better in the future, and a vow to always fight for us.
A kiss that changes everything.
His hands drift down to my waist, keeping me against him as he flicks his tongue against mine.
A shiver dances up my spine, and I open my mouth wider, teasing him right back.
Threading his fingers through my hair, he smiles against my lips and utters a deep groan.
“Um…hello? Are you two going to stand here and suck each other’s faces off the entire night?” Bianca calls out. “Some of us need a ride home.”
We ignore her.
We ignore everything around us.
Because none of it matters.
All that matters is what’s happening right now.
Because it’s real.
Chapter 59
Sawyer
A husky moan fills the room. “Fuck. That’s it, Bible Thumper. Right there.”
Holding back a laugh, I continue pressing my fingers into his muscles, working out the knot in his back.
His team wanted him to go to Christian’s to celebrate their victory tonight, but Cole told them he had other plans.
Evidently those plans involved coming back to his house.
With me.
Not that I’m complaining.
There are far worse ways to spend your night than in bed touching a shirtless Cole.
My boyfriend.
Holy shit.
“That feels so fucking good,” Cole rasps low and deep. “Marry me.”
That zaps me out of my trance.
“You’re getting a little ahead of yourself there, buster,” I joke. “We just started dating.”
I look around his room. I expected it to be extravagant and posh like the rest of his house, but aside from the giant flat screen T.V. and a California king bed…it’s completely swathed in football memorabilia.
There aren’t any pictures or personal touches.
“What are you going to do about your car?”
“Nothing. It’s Cortland’s.”
“You’re not going to try to get it back?”
It’s a million-dollar car for crying out loud.
If I ever told my dad he gave it up, I’m pretty sure he’d actually shed a few tears.
Hell, he might even forbid me to date Cole due to his stupidity.
“Nah. I got something much better in return.”
His words are almost as sweet as the gesture itself, but seriously. This is a big freaking deal.
“Won’t your dad be upset?”
At that, he tenses. “Yup, he’ll be pissed.”
There has to be a legal loophole somewhere. I’m about to tell him so, but then he says, “It is what it is. My mom put aside some trusts for her children with the money she made from her films. I won’t get mine until after I graduate high school. It isn’t millions or anything, but I’ll be able to buy a new car with it.”
Graduation is still over five months away. “What will you do until then?”
Angling his head, he waggles his eyebrows. “Beg my very sexy and very generous girlfriend for rides.”
I sigh dramatically. “Fine. But it’s gonna cost you.”
“That so?”
There’s a seductive edge to his voice that does all sorts of things to me.
Before I can respond, he flips over on the bed and grabs my hips, pulling me on top of him.
He licks his bottom lip suggestively. “What’s it gonna cost me, Church?”
I swallow hard as I straddle him. Usually I’m quick on my feet, but he’s turned my mind into mush.
“I—what do you want?” I ask, but then I remember it’s supposed to be me telling him what I want. “I mean—”
Nerves catch my throat when the hand on my hip moves to my ass.
Given I’m his girlfriend now, will he expect me to have sex with him?
Because I’m not sure…actually I am.
I am positive that I’m not ready to entertain going there with him yet.
Not only because of my faith, but…we’re still so new.
And while I don’t doubt that Cole has feelings for me, I want my first time to be with someone who loves me.
“Is this okay?” Cole questions as his hand moves to my thigh.
I give him a nod. “Do you…” I clear my throat and try again. “I mean, you know I’m not read—”
“Relax,” he says. “I know where the line is.” He circles my inner thigh with his thumb. “I won’t cross it without the green light from you first.”
The pressure in my chest eases up. “I’m not trying to be a prude—”
Words die in my throat when his thumb brushes over my sex throug
h my leggings. “Trust me, after what happened in that locker room, the last thing I’d call you is a prude.”
I give him a coy smile. “Still thinking about that, huh?”
He raises his hips, letting me know just how long and hard he’s been thinking about it. “You tell me.”
Sliding back, I stare at the impressive bulge outlined by his gray sweatpants. “I think I’m gonna need a little more proof. You know, this way I can make an informed decision and all.”
His eyes darken as he stretches his arm out, cupping my pussy through the thin fabric. “You sure about that? Because it feels like I’m not the only one who’s been thinking about it.”
He’s not wrong. God, these little games of ours always manage to get me fired up.
Playing along, I crinkle my nose. “Who, me? Nah.”
Liar, liar.
Groaning, he rolls us over so he’s now on top of me. “You have no idea how much I’m going to love proving you wrong.”
My eyes flutter closed as his mouth finds my neck. Before him, I didn’t even know it was a hot spot of mine.
“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” I tease because I know how much he enjoys a challenge.
I pout when he rolls off me. “Hey.”
Propping himself up on one elbow, he smirks. “I enjoy looking at you.”
A big part of me wants to ask why when I look the way I do, but I don’t want to ruin this moment.
Especially when he slides his palm over my breast. “Fucking perfect.” I hiss when he tweaks my nipple. “I love how sensitive your tits are.”
I feed his words right back to him. “That so?”
“Oh, yeah.” His Adam’s apple bobs as the hand on my breast slides lower. “I also love how sensitive you are right—” I whimper when he presses the pad of his thumb to my clit. “Here.”
Goosebumps graze my arms and when I look down, I notice my nipples puckering through my shirt.
So does he.
Biting his lip, he traces the shape of me with the tip of his finger. “You like it when I tease your pretty pussy, huh?”
I fight back a shiver because what he’s doing lights all my nerve endings on fire.
“Not even a little,” I say sardonically. “Feels terrible.”
“That’s a shame,” he drawls, inching his way down the bed.
The look in his eye is downright predatorial.
“Why?”
He wrenches my thighs apart. “Because then you definitely won’t like this.”
Before I can blink, his mouth is on my pussy.
My hips jerk when he nibbles and sucks, toying with me. I so badly want to yell at him to rip the stupid leggings off, but then I’ll lose this little game of his.
“Feels so bad,” I moan. “So fucking bad.”
He chuckles, his hot breath sending another round of shivers up my spine.
“Oh, God.”
“Most people just call me Cole,” he murmurs.
“Dick—”
His teeth scrape along my slit and I arch my back. “Is hard as a fucking rock right now, thanks to you.”
“Oh, well, I definitely don’t want to play with it,” I joke. And because I want to drive him crazy too, I add, “Or kiss it.”
He groans. “This is my game, remember?” He nips my pelvic bone. “Not yours.” He licks the already wet fabric. “So be a good little Bible Thumper while I play with my pussy.”
“Um...I think you mean my pussy. Thank you very much.”
Smirking, he looks up at me. “Not anymore, it’s not.”
“Oh, so I guess that means your cock just became mine.”
“It’s yours whenever you want it,” he deadpans. “Just say the word.”
If that’s the case, I’ll happily take this trade.
I pretend to think. “Hmm. How about now?”
He shakes his head. “Can’t.”
“But you just—”
He peppers kisses between my legs. “The game isn’t over yet.” He nuzzles the fabric with his nose. “But these are soaked now, so we should probably take them off.”
In one fell swoop, he tugs my leggings and underwear down.
I’m confused when he stops mid-way down my legs.
For a moment I think something bad or embarrassing happened, but he presses my thighs to my stomach and holds them in place with his hands.
Not only does it block my view of him going down on me, the position leaves me wide open and exposed.
I’m about to protest the injustice, but his stubble scrapes my bare skin…right before he thrusts his tongue inside me.
All I can do is moan as he works me to the point of oblivion.
“God, I’m so close.”
“Really?” he muses, lapping at me. “But I thought you hated this?”
My legs quiver. “It’s the worst.” Gripping the bedsheets, I grind against his face. “Please don’t make me come.”
“Don’t worry,” he says gruffly. “I definitely won’t.”
His lips wrap around my clit, and I choke out a moan as the pressure builds and builds.
He sucks harder…until the tension snaps like a rubber band.
I swear I see stars as I convulse and shake.
I should probably be embarrassed by how much I came and the damp spot I feel beneath me when he releases my legs, but I honestly don’t have the energy to worry about it.
And the way Cole’s looking at me, tells me he doesn’t mind my mess one single bit.
Laying down next to me, he gives me a lopsided grin. “We should never do that again.”
“Never,” I agree with a smile.
I look down at the obvious erection he still has. “And I really shouldn’t return the favor.” I walk my fingers across the elastic band of his sweatpants. “Should I?”
“Nope.” His throat bobs on a swallow. “Because I’m definitely not dying to put my dick in your mouth.” He must see the hesitation on my face, because he quickly adds, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
It’s not that I don’t want to…I’m afraid I’ll be bad at it.
There’s no getting around the fact that our levels of experience are like night and day.
I don’t want to be a four—and I’m being generous here—when he’s used to having an eight or better in terms of skill.
Hell, I’ve watched porn before. There’s a reason they call it a blow job.
However, I’m not opposed to learning something new. Especially if it will give him even an ounce of the pleasure he just gave me.
“No, I wan—”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything.”
I’m not sure what to make of his expression. “What’s the farthest you’ve gone with someone?”
My cheeks heat. “I went to Florida with my parents once.”
He makes a face. “Come on, Sawyer. I’m not trying to be an asshole.”
I know he’s not, but it still doesn’t make this conversation any less uncomfortable.
“In ninth grade, Abbott Carney stuck his tongue in my mouth and put his hand up my sweater.”
Cole’s eyes narrow. “I hate Abbott Carney.”
That gets a laugh out of me. “You don’t even know him. He’s actually insanely smart. I had the biggest crush on him when I was a kid, but he had a crush on Catherine who used to babysit him.” I shrug. “We were really good friends…until the day that happened and he admitted he was pretending it was my older sister the entire time.”
His nostrils flare. “What a douchebag.”
I wave a hand. “Eh, spilled milk. I’m over it.”
Besides, Abbott Carney doesn’t kiss half as good as my Colton does.
There’s a cocky gleam in his eye as he places my hand on his cock. “So this Abbott Carney tool aside, I’ll be all your firsts?”
“Ye—no,” I say as the memory flashes through my head.
It’s funny how your mind can p
ut horrible experiences you’d prefer to forget on the back burner.
Cole raises an eyebrow. “I’m gonna need some clarification on that.”
I squeeze his length through his sweatpants, hoping to shift the focus elsewhere. The last thing I want to bring up is him.
Especially right now.
“It’s not important.” I start to maneuver down the bed. “What’s important is how much I don’t want to try this right now.”
Cole makes a face. “I’ve bullshitted my way out of enough answers to know when someone is doing it to me.” He tips my chin. “I’ll never judge you. Besides, after the stuff I’ve done in the past, I have no right to be upset by anything you’ve done in yours.”
Normally, I’d agree. However, there’s always an exception to the rule.
And unfortunately for me…I’ve found it.
Or rather…jerked it. Twice.
Fuck my life.
I bolt upright on the bed. “Please don’t be mad. I probably should have told you sooner, but there was never really a good time to mention it. And to be honest, it’s not something I really think about, so it slipped my mind. Hooking up with him was a mis—”
“Who?”
“Trust me, it’s better for us both if I don’t say. Bringing it up will only upset you. Like I tried to tell you before, it was a huge mistake.”
Actually, compared to Cole and half the guys in the locker room that day, it was a pretty small mistake, but there’s no need to mention that.
Cole looks like he’s going to be sick. “It was Oakley, wasn’t it?” He stands up. “Swear to God, I’m gonna fucking—”
“Holy shit. No. I never hooked up with Oakley.” I pause. “Apart from when he kissed me at Christian’s.”
The way his jaw tics tells me that definitely did not help the situation.
He pales. “Jace?”
“No.” I smack his shoulder. “What the hell is the matter with you? I would never do that to Dylan.”
Placing his hands on his hips, he shrugs. “Those are the only two guys I can think of who would make me upset.” He makes a face. “Shit. It wasn’t Bianca, was—”
“Oh, my God,” I exclaim, exasperated. “I’ve never hooked up with your best friend or either of your siblings, you weirdo.”