Playing Hard to Get(93)

“I’m going to make you come again.” He growls, and I know he means every word. “And again.” He strokes me deep, touching the spot that always sets me off and I groan low in my throat, my stomach clenching.

I can feel it, the next orgasm looming, and I bear down on his fingers, rocking against him, seeing stars when he crooks his finger.

The second orgasm washes over me, not as intense as the first, but just as good. Maybe even better. I’m shivering, gasping for air, and I go easily when he rolls me onto my back, my body loose and languid. He grabs hold of me, his arms coming around the top of my head, cradling me as he works his hips, his cock entering me with ease. I wrap my legs around his hips, clinging to him as he fucks me steadily, his mouth landing on mine for a brief kiss before he lifts his head.

Unfamiliar emotion shines in his eyes and my heart cracks open. I feel it too. So much. I care about this man.

I’m in love with him.

And I think he might be in love with me too.

He doesn’t say the words out loud, but he doesn’t have to. I feel it in the way he holds me. How attentive he is. The reverent way he touches me, looks at me, kisses me. I’ve never experienced this kind of love before and I don’t think he has either. It’s scary and overwhelming, but in the absolute best way.

His hips work faster as he thrusts and thrusts, burying his face in my neck with a groan, his body shuddering as I feel the first spurts of semen deep inside me. He comes and comes and another tiny orgasm rocks through me, my inner walls milking him, making him shiver.

“Fuck,” he murmurs against my neck, kissing me there. “Damn, Jo Jo. I don’t know if it can get much better than this.”

I wholeheartedly agree.





THIRTY-FIVE





KNOX





My parents’ flight arrives Thursday evening, and I pick up Blair after practice, so she can ride along with me to get them at the airport.

“Joanna didn’t want to come?” Blair asks when we hit the highway.

“She said she didn’t want to intrude on our first night together with Mom and Dad,” I tell her, my thoughts drifting, like they usually do, every time I think of her.

Joanna.

Jo Jo.

My girlfriend.

I’m smiling like an idiot, remembering how she squealed when I slapped her ass extra hard in the middle of sex last night. Her pussy clenched tightly around my dick when I did that, tumbling us both right over the edge, so I think she liked it.

As a matter of fact, I know she did.

My sister’s voice interrupting my thoughts ruins it for me.

“You are so gone for her.”

I cast a quick glare in her direction. “Am not.”

Blair is rolling her eyes. “You are. Quit denying it.”

“Fine. You’re right. I’m totally into her.” I tap my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song playing on the radio. I haven’t felt this positive in a long-ass time. Our football season is going great. I’ve got a B average in every class I’m in—though English is more like a B-, Jo says that still counts as a B—and I’ve got a girlfriend.

What a great time to be alive.

“I think it’s sweet that you’ve finally fallen for someone.” Blair pauses, her voice hesitant when she asks, “What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

“Being in love.”

I sit up straighter, my fingers now gripping the steering wheel. Am I in love with Joanna? I care about her. A lot. I like that soft look she gets in her eyes right before I kiss her. The way she’ll call out my name when I make her come with my mouth. Or my fingers. Just thinking about the sound of her laughter makes me smile and that’s all I want to do for her.

Make her smile.

Make her want me as much as I want her. Which is all the time.

Shit.

I think I’m in love.

“Are you just now realizing you’re in love with her?” Blair asks, covering her laughter with her fingers when I send her an incredulous look. “Have you guys not said that to each other yet?”

“No, of course not. It’s only been a couple of months.”

“An intense couple of months.”

“Well, yeah. But still. I didn’t think…”

I didn’t put a name on what I was feeling for her because I was living in the moment. I think my sister is right though.

I’m totally in love with Joanna Sutton.

And I’m fairly certain she feels the same way about me.

“So what’s it like? Being in love? Knowing you’ve found your person?” Blair asks, like she’s digging for information.

“It’s great.” I clear my throat, trying to focus. “I mean, I don’t know. I still feel uncertain about things, you know? Not about her or anything, but the future. I don’t like thinking about it.”

Our paths could easily go in different directions. She’s a year younger than me. I’ll graduate and possibly get drafted and then what happens to us? Do we break up?

I absently rub at my chest, trying to ease the pain that forms there at the thought of losing her.

I don’t want to lose her.

“It’s scary,” she admits, and I glance over at her with a frown. “I mean, I’m sure it’s scary. The not knowing. The uncertainty of it all. Being in a relationship but unsure if it’s really going to work. Especially when things are going to change for you soon.”