Jock Rule (Jock Hard #2)(53)

It’s not like she hasn’t been here before.

It’s not like I haven’t touched her tits or had my tongue in her pussy.

I plop an ice pack on my swollen knee at the same time my eyes drop to her breasts. Her flat stomach. Legs tucked neatly under her ass as she sits beside me on the living room floor.

She moves just then, uncurling herself and stretching out, wiggling her toes when she extends them out in front of her. The nails are painted a pretty bright pink.

“Nice toes.”

She wiggles them again. “Thanks.”

Nice toes. Nice tits. Nice…everything.

It’s a damn shame it was dark when I went down on her last night; I’m dying to see her naked, dying to see her spread out on my bed again. I want to hear her moan and feel her grabbing at my hair.

We plowed through an entire large pizza over two hours ago, and neither of us are watching the movie we selected, some comedy about some old guys who play tag blah blah blah who gives a shit.

“Should we watch something else?” I offer, bored.

“Nah. It’s getting late.”

It is.

I flip my phone to check the time: 12:29.

“I should get going,” Teddy says hesitantly, fiddling with the hem on her basic, gray T-shirt.

“Or…you could spend the night.” I throw her a lazy smile. “Heat’s fixed.” Meaning: neither of us will freeze if we get naked.

She pauses. “It is fixed, isn’t it?”

“Yup. Did it all by myself, remember?”

“So handy,” she teases. “On a scale of one to ten, how sore are you?”

I consider the question. “Five.”

Fifteen, but I don’t tell her that. I don’t want her being gentle with me in case she decides to stay and get handsy with me later.

“Only five?” Doubt is written all over her gorgeous face. “Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because I’m an accomplished liar. Plus, the beard hides most of my expression.” I grin wolfishly.

“You don’t think I should leave?”

“Only if you want to.” I give her toes a tap with my big toe.

“What do you want me to do?”

Oh shit—she’s going to make me say it. Why do girls do this? Doesn’t she get that by me saying You could spend the night, I’m telling her I want her to spend the night? She needs me to spell it out for her, now, too?

Ugh. Fuck me. “I want you to stay.” And I don’t want you sleeping in the guest bedroom. I want you sleeping with me. Under me. Over me. Sideways.

“Do you want to spoon me too?”

I want to do more than spoon her.

I realize Teddy is a virgin, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting her.

She’s amazing company. She’s sweet, pretty, and smart. She has a kind heart and a great ass, and who can beat all that?

“Yup.”

“I don’t have pajamas.”

Pretty sure my nostrils flare just then. The fact that she doesn’t have anything to sleep in gets me excited.

I grin. “Me either.”

“Are you even tired?”

What does that have to do with bedtime? “Actually, yes.”

Though now I wish like hell that I wasn’t.

“Me too.”

I rise then offer my hand to help her up. Plant a kiss on the crown of her head, and…take her fucking hand.

Jesus.

So domestic.

I let her lead the way up the stairs, gaze resting on her tight ass and the sway of her hips.

We make quick work of brushing our teeth; Teddy washes her face, uses the toilet.

Then, when we’re standing next to the bed and she’s fully clothed, it’s suddenly so fucking awkward and the only thing to do is help her out of them. Because I’m a gentleman, and that’s what we fucking do.

The T-shirt comes first.

I lift it over her head, letting it drop to the floor. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

The lights are on, so I can see every inch of her skin. Her high breasts in the white cotton bra she’s got on. Nothing lace, nothing too sexy. Just Teddy.

I leave the bra, and together we go for the waistband of her black leggings.

Push them down, over her hips until she’s able to step out of them.

Practical, white cotton panties.

No thong. No hip-huggers. No flirty cheeksters.

Sweet.

Sensible.

She turns and hops up into bed. Crawls to the center and burrows beneath the covers. Yanks them clear up to her chin, only her shoulders and bra straps visible.

It makes me want to tunnel under the blankets and do dirty, nasty shit to her.

I leave the bedside lamp on.

Climb in.

Lie flat on my back, arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling.

“Thanks for coming today.” And later.

“Thanks for inviting me. It was an education, that’s for sure.”

I roll over to face her. “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah—I met Renee and Miranda.”

Who? “Who are they?”

“Um, Brian’s and Thomas’s girlfriends.”

“Oh, those two. Yeah, they’re decent. I see them around a lot. They come to almost every game, even the away ones.”