Jock Rule (Jock Hard #2)(62)

Sensible cotton underwear.

No frills for my girl, but that will come in time; when she trusts me and doesn’t get freaked out by expensive gifts, I’m going to spoil the shit out of her. Buy her lacey bras and panties and whatever the hell she wants.

“God this is taking you forever,” she complains when I still haven’t slid the dress off her body.

“Patience.”

My hands are huge compared to her shoulders, and I love watching them glide across her skin. Love the way she feels under my callused palms—have from the first time I touched her.

Knew she would feel this way the second I saw her standing at that keg in the living room of the rugby house.

Hell, I think I fucking loved her the second I saw her. Period.

When you know, you’ll know, my obnoxious sister is always telling me about finding the right girl for me, never really believing I’d sworn off of them forever.

Dammit. I hate when she’s right.

It’s so fucking annoying.

She’s definitely going to be rubbing this one in my face when I see her.

I finally get Teddy naked, hoist her onto the bed, propping her ass on the edge. Spread her legs and kneel.

“Oh my god, what are you doing?” She’s raised up, trying to see what it is I’m doing.

“Shh. I’m gonna show you what it’s like to have a smooth face between your legs before I grow it back. No beard burn.”

“Uh-h o-okay,” she stutters, letting her head hit the mattress, her feet now propped on my shoulders like stirrups at the goddamn gyno’s office.

I chuckle to myself at the reference then focus on the task in front of me.

Man she has a gorgeous pussy.It’s not waxed like most girls are doing these days; it’s trimmed and short, with a pretty strip running up the center. She keeps the sides nice and smooth, and I show my appreciation by licking one side then the other.

I press two fingers inside, licking her up the middle—she loves when I do that, squirms and sighs and gasps.

Wiggles her hips and thrashes her head when I bear down, sucking her clit.

She tastes fucking incredible, like sex and orgasms. And she’s mine.

So sweet and kind.

Shy but doesn’t shy away from telling me how she feels.

It doesn’t take long for me to make her come; her lower half convulses within minutes, the shockwaves of pleasure causing her to moan my name.

Reaches for me, pulls me up onto the bed.

We lie facing each other, her kisses on my wet mouth a total turn-on; I know she can taste herself on my lips, and that turns me on too.

Delicate fingers stroke the side of my face as she regards me, lying on her side. Her fingertip trails along my eyebrow, down my smooth cheek, and along the square jawline I could only hide with two years of beard growth.

“You’re so handsome,” Teddy says at last, a small smile playing on her lips. “Pretty boy.”

“I’m no pretty boy.”

Now her smile is rueful. “No, you’re not, are you?”

“I’m a mountain man, remember?”

She rolls her beautiful eyes. “You haven’t even been camping.”

“And I suppose you’re going to take me?”

A laugh. “Hell no! I’m terrible at camping—although it might be worth it to see you in the woods. Do you even know how to build a bonfire?”

“Hey, don’t make fun of me. It’s not my fault I’ve never slept in the damn woods—my parents wouldn’t know the first thing about roughing it.” A thought strikes me. “Bet my sister would go with us. She’s up for anything.”

Teddy’s hand flattens over my abs, working its way down my body. “Did you tell her about what happened tonight? How I freaked out?”

“Yeah.”

“What did she say?”

“That I never should have taken her advice and shaved my beard off.”

My girlfriend laughs, boobs jiggling. “I don’t know about that—she’s been right about a few things. Just give a girl a little warning next time you clean up, would ya?”





TWO MONTHS LATER


“The Epilogue and the moment I’ve been waiting for…”


Kip

No warning was necessary, because the beard is back—not as thick as it once was, but it will get there.

I’m keeping my hair the same—shaved short on the sides and longer on the top—because quite frankly, with my bushy beard growing in, I’m kind of rocking the Viking look and it’s fucking badass.

No one will be messing with me any time soon.

“Babe, did you see the stuff my mom left for you in the kitchen?” My parents were just here visiting; once they heard I had a girlfriend, they didn’t hesitate to fly out to meet her from whatever city they’ve been staying in.

“No, I haven’t. What has she done now?”

My mother immediately took to Teddy, and in the two months since we officially started dating, she has already begun mentally planning a wedding. I don’t know how I feel about my mom’s meddling, considering Teddy and I haven’t even had sex yet, but there’s nothing I can do.

I go with it.

“Had some clothes sent I think, sweaters and stuff from the department store—she said to keep what you want and send back what you don’t.”