“You’re the one who threw me over your shoulder. I get to spank you, not the other way around,” she says, glaring at me, but she’s having the opposite effect on me instead. Arguing with Alondra might be my new favorite form of foreplay.
“I could be into spanking if it’s something you’re interested in,” I say, and her sharp intake of breath echoes in the room.
“What about a little ass play? I’ve heard the prostate is a man’s G-spot,” Al says, and my dick stiffens in response.
I shake my head, moving to unfasten the buttons at my collar. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you?” I ask, chuckling under my breath. I need to play it safe instead of pushing to see how far I can take this before one of us caves.
“For starters, you can get me a shirt to sleep in, then I’m going to bed,” she says, pulling off my jersey, and I turn away, knowing we’re wading into dangerous territory. I grab an old Wolves shirt, tossing it in her direction as my heart squeezes in my chest.
“Pretty sure that’s my bed,” I say, taking off my belt and pants to put on a pair of shorts to sleep in.
“Nope, not anymore,” she says, and when I turn around, she’s further up on the bed, hugging one of my pillows.
I look away, heading into the bathroom to finish getting ready for bed, fully intending to sleep on the couch downstairs.
Alondra’s quiet when I step out, and I’m really not sure what I’m going to do with her. Does Al know she has me wrapped around her finger like one of her curls?
She could ask me to crawl to her from across the room, and I’d do it in a heartbeat.
Hell, I’m letting her sleep in my bed, and I’ve never let anyone stay the night with me before. As much as I don’t want to admit it, Alondra’s different for me, but I don’t know how to be different for her.
I flip the light off, but when I open the door, the sheets rustle behind me. “Where are you going?” Al asks, her voice laced with sleep.
“Downstairs. Go back to sleep.”
“Jack, just get in the bed. It’s not like we haven’t already slept together before,” she says, and I try not to laugh, because it doesn’t sound innocent when she puts it that way. It also ended up with both of us rocking bruises on our faces, so not exactly a shining example to use. “Okay, you know what I meant, but it’s not like I’m going to jump you in your sleep, and I thought you’d be sick of sleeping on a couch after the last week and a half.”
“It’s okay if you jump me, I wouldn’t mind,” I tease, but honestly, I would love to sleep in a bed tonight. If she says it’s fine, then I’m not going to argue with her.
“Be careful what you wish for,” Al warns, and I smile, shutting the door. I plug in my phone and climb into the other side of the bed.
“I did tell Momma you were my good luck charm,” I whisper after a few minutes, and she rolls toward me. “No pressure, but it’d be pretty awesome if you came to the rest of my games, so I could keep playing the way I did last weekend and tonight.”
“Hockey players and their superstitions,” Alondra says, and I know I shouldn’t because this isn’t what we are, but I don’t fight the urge to reach and pull her against my chest. I’ve never craved physical touch from another person as much as I do with Al.
She relaxes against me, resting her head on my bicep, and I press a chaste kiss to the side of her head, holding my breath to see if Al protests. She doesn’t say anything, but she does rest her arm on top of the one I have wrapped around her stomach.
If I really wanted to be an ass, I could ask her what she’d rate it, but now that I’m lying down, I can already feel my eyes falling shut.
All I can hear in my head is Dylan warning me to be careful.
I’m in so much fucking trouble.
CHAPTER 21
Alondra
I can’t believehow fast the semester is going by. We only have a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving, and then it’s a race to finals week.
I take a moment to watch him from the side, practically seeing the gears turning in his brain as Jack focuses on a practice test I printed out for one of his other classes. I’m reading through the rough draft of his persuasive essay, but somewhere along the line, I started helping him with his other classes if he needed it. The least I can do is make it easier for Jack to succeed, especially after meeting his mother.
She cut his hair last weekend, and it looks good. It’s shorter on the sides, and she left it a little longer on top. My fingers are itching to run through the soft locks, but I’m doing my best to keep my hands to myself.
Then my attention goes to his very kissable lips. I think about kissing him a little too much for being just friends, but it’s not like he needs to know. His bottom lip is slightly more full than the top one, but they’re proportional to his face. His cheekbones are high, his jaw sharp with a dusting of stubble across it.
Shit. I need to stop checking him out. All I can hear in my head right now is Ellie encouraging me to go for it with Jack becauseYou’re hot. He’s hot. You’d make hot babies.
I appreciate her support, but aside from Jack kissing the side of my head when I stayed the night last weekend, nothing has changed between us. Actually, one thing has changed. Jack has finally let the other guys take their turns sleeping on our couch, and I try not to think about it because I don’t know what it means.
