CHAPTER 57
TYRELL
I don’t know how long we stand on that street, but the second her tongue brushed against mine, I was lost to her.
It’s not until we get a honking car and a few friendly catcalls pulling us apart that I finally come to.
Dani rests her forehead against my chest, hiding her embarrassment with a soft giggle.
“Want to get out of here?” I rub my hand down her back, talking against the side of her head.
“Yes.” She squeezes my waist, and I take her hand, pulling her to my SUV with hurried steps.
Grady and Carson said I could stay at Football Frat, so that’s what I’m doing.
I hope someone’s home, because I don’t want to have to rummage around out back, looking for the fake rock that has the spare key in it.
Driving probably a touch too fast, I arrive at Football Frat within eight minutes and pull up to the curb.
Lights are on in the living room, and Dani winces at the house.
“Is there room for you…” She glances up at me with hooded eyes. “I mean… for us?”
My only response is a wolfish grin.
Yes. I am so ready for anus!
Jumping out of the car, I run around in time to close the door for her, then snatch her hand and pull her up the front path.
This bubbling sensation is brewing in my belly as I try to wrap my head around this awesome, amazing thing.
Dani wants to be with me.
She wants to take this risk with me.
She wants to live withwhat iswith me!
“Come on, come on,” I urge her up the stairs and she starts to laugh.
“Boy, you’re acting like an excited puppy.”
“I’m an excited hound dog.” I turn to wiggle my eyebrows at her, and she snorts, laughing into her hand.
“Who says you’re getting laid right now?” she teases, and I pause on the front step, my hand on the doorknob as I slowly look down to check if she’s serious.
Her expression is impossible to read, so I tell my eager dick to chill the fuck out and go for casual.
“We don’t…” I shake my head, forcing the words out. “We don’t have to have sex. I’m just looking forward to hanging with you. Whatever that looks like.”
She grins at me, rising up to kiss my lips. “You’re a good man, Tyrell Jackson.”
Turning the doorknob, she walks inside, and I sag with disappointment. Fuck. I really thought we were gonna get busy. I’ve been craving her for weeks.
But it’s not just about sex, right?
I love all of her, whether we’re doing it or not.
I just want to be with her, and sitting around or even just falling asleep beside her will be good too.
