“Lilly. Why are you considering medieval torture techniques and legal consequences?”
“Heacock.”
“That’s not surprising.” I sigh as I close my eyes and lean my head back. “Is this because of his ridiculous attempt at getting Prib to enter the draft again?”
“It is…and more. And we’ll get to that in a sec.” Shit. I drop my chin down and instantly recognize my mistake because of her eager expression. Lilly is like a dog with a bone. And while normally, I’d tell her about a date or sexscapades, neither of which happen often, I really don’t want to talk about my time with Abbott. I joked about being bowlegged, and I was because that man is a beast, and planned on telling Lilly all about my rendezvous with a former NFL quarterback. Inconveniently, however, as he walked to his car and drove away, I realized that I don’t want to share this with anyone. It’s private. And special. And I’m a fucking idiot for thinking that about a man who travels the country for a living and probably has hookups in every city. I glance at my phone, knowing the text message thread is filled with daily, sometimes hourly reminders that Abbott hasn’t forgotten me yet. And maybe I’m holding on to the hope that he doesn’t.
So, I’m keeping it a secret. For now.
“How did you know about the conversation?”
“Brandon,” I answer without hesitation. Her salacious grin drops and she pouts, crossing her arms over her ample chest with a harumph. I chuckle at her disappointment. It shouldn’t please me so much, but eh, like Andres said, I’m an evil woman.
“Fine.” She plays the recording of the meeting Andres attended for me. My eyes so wide they are starting to dry out. “He’s got to go. I’ve got an emergency meeting with the board.”
“Good luck. They aren’t gonna budge, though. I hate to burst your righteous bubble. While grotesque, he didn’t do anything illegal or immoral on that recording.”
“Don’t be a party pooper.”
I shrug. I do feel bad, I know Heacock is a thorn in many a side on campus, but Lilly has had a hell of a time over the last few years trying to keep the damage to a minimum. Her hands are tied, so to speak, and I hate that for her. I hate it for the university and its students. Those of us who care do the best we can to mitigate and shield our students as much as possible. I think about Shaye, Lindsay, and Jillian. Those three are awful, no redeeming qualities between them. I can’t kick them off the squad, though. I have no grounds, since being a bitch isn’t prohibited in the school’s by-laws.
Deciding to change the subject, I perk up. “Hey, did you know oral sex is supposed to be pleasurable for the woman?” Lilly chokes on her own spit, coughing as she glares at me. “I had no idea! I feel like that kind of information should be in a PSA or aThe More You Knowcommercial. The kind of skills that should be taught when boys become men at 18 years old. Change a tire, cook pasta, hot or cold water depending on what you’re washing, and cunnilingus. They should have to pass a test. An Oral License!” I slap my hands on my desk and stand up as idea after idea bombard my brain. A bar-mitzvah…a Lingual-itzvah!”
Lilly’s laughter fills the room. Her head moves around as her eyes dart over every inch of my office. “Are you drunk?”
“No. Yes. I’m drunk on the disappointment of women everywhere!”
Andres 5.
Thank God, I’m finally home. I drop my bags in the foyer, kick off my shoes, wander into my sitting room and face plant on the couch with a groan. Almost a week away isn’t so bad, but this trip took a lot out of me. The shit with Heacock started it off on a bad note, but meeting Jenna certainly turned it around. Jesus. Fucking her, feeling her hot tight pussy surround me, her tits in my hand, her cries in my mouth…I’ve missed her much more than I thought I would. Leaving her Monday was one of the hardest things I’ve done, truth be told.
I’ve texted her several times a day, and while she’s been slow or short with her responses, my heart kicks every time her name flashes on my screen, and my cock salutes. He’s found his home and hates me because I’ve kept him away from it for so long. Unfortunately, with my schedule, it’ll probably be another week before I can see her again. She’s busy with the football season and daily practices. I’m the one with flexibility and I’m willing to make time to see her, drive the 5 hours to be with her. I get the feeling I am going to have to convince her, which is a novel concept for me. High school, maybe middle school, was the last time I had to pursue a girl or woman I liked. My teammates always made fun of me, but I was never plagued with the urge to sow my wild oats. My oats are quite responsible. I like comfort and familiarity built over time and an honest connection. Don’t get me wrong, I like to fuck, but I prefer to know more aboutmy partners before we disrobe than their drink of choice and preferred position.
With another sigh, I pull my phone from my pocket while I roll over on my extra deep couch. I’m a big guy; my furniture is built accordingly. I stare up at my vaulted ceiling while the phone rings in my ear. Disappointment begins to creep in when it seems she isn’t going to answer. It clicks and I expect her voicemail greeting, but it’s her voice, tentative and soft. It makes me smile.
“Hello?”
“Prickles.” I breathe out my greeting, my eyes closing with contentment. Hearing her voice elicits a stronger response than I was expecting. I knew I missed her, but this is the first time I’ve heard it in days, and I’m already addicted to it. To her. A dangerous game to be sure, but I’ve never shied away from a challenge. Based on our weekend, I think Jenna will be my greatest challenge and the most rewarding.
“Andres? What…why are you calling?” A lesser man might be offended, but not me. I’ve faced down 300-pound defensive tackles, I can handle my prickly pear.
“Because I wanted to hear your voice.” I’m an honest man, and I have a feeling Jenna won’t appreciate anything less than complete and total honesty. She doesn’t suffer fools lightly. And I’m no fool.
“Oh.”
“What are you doing?” I bend an arm behind my head and switch my phone to speaker and lay it on my chest. She sighs, and something is off about the sound. “Jenna, is everything ok?”
“Yes. No. Ugh! Work is just…I’m a little frustrated right now, but it’ll pass.” I open my mouth to ask questions, but she cuts me off. “And I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Ok.” I won’t push her.
She clears her throat, and I hear her shifting around. Is she in bed? My cock perks up, doing his best to salute again now that he hears his general. “Are you home or still on the road?”
“I’m finally fucking home.” Her laughter is soft.
“It always sucks traveling. I don’t know how you do it.”
“I’m used to it, I guess. After playing for so long, the transition into scout wasn’t difficult. I usually start to miss my home throne and my bed, in that order.”
