“So, what, because I’m a guy I have to find a bunch of people getting it on together hot? Well, I hate to disappoint you, but that really isn’t my thing.” He reaches across our little makeshift picnic to feed me a slice of banana, literally the only thing he had in his house that didn’t come in a cardboard box or soda bottle. “If you didn’t notice, there were just as many women in that orgy as there were men. Women are just as susceptible to the darker side of things as men are. Which you proved this morning when you begged me to spank you harder.”
Now I am the one with a raging blush taking over my face. But he speaks the truth. The first time he experimentally tapped my ass with the palm of his hand, I almost lost my mind. I practically begged him to do it again and again, harder each time. I can still feel the slight sting of the abused skin on my backside.
“Okay, point taken.” I stab a forkful of microwaved macaroni and cheese, stuffing it in my face and swallowing the moan that tries to escape. I don’t want him to know that his little concoction is out-of-this-world delicious. He made the Easy Mac as directed, but then after taking it out of the microwave, he sprinkled Italian breadcrumbs and garlic powder on top, then stuck it under the broiler for a minute. Apparently, Spencer prides himself on doctoring ready-made foods to make them taste better.
“Okay, if I’m telling the truth, there was one thing at the sex party that got me going.”
“Ha! I knew it. Spill, my pervy boyfriend. Which deviant act of group sex got your motors going?” Yes, I called him the B-word. Boyfriend. I’ve never had one before, but sometime in the middle of the night, he flat-out told me we are in an exclusive relationship, that I am his girlfriend and he is my boyfriend, end of discuss. I didn’t argue, because I agreed completely. Plus, I kinda loved the bossy caveman thing.
Spencer leans in close, so I can feel his warm breath against the curve of my neck. “Well, there was this girl. She was leaning against the wall, ignoring all the panting and screaming people, with her nose stuck in a book and her cardigan trying to hide the most fantastic tits in the world. The minute I saw that girl, my cock got harder than it had ever been before.”
Damn, this man is something else. Sweet yet rough when I need him to be. Funny, but smart and serious too. Hotter than any man I’ve ever seen before, but humble and kind. As far as first boyfriends go, I pretty much hit the jackpot. Which is why he will be my only and last boyfriend as well.
His teeth nip at my earlobe, and as impossible as it seemed half an hour ago, my body heats, moisture rushing to the empty space between my thighs where I need him again.
“Move in with me, Jenny.” He whispers it against my neck between kisses and licks to the spot we’ve discovered makes me squirm, in a good way.
“What? You can’t be serious.” I lean back, needing to see his eyes.
“I am. Completely. We both know how hard it is going to be to see each other because of school and football. I don’t want to miss any time with you. Even if it is just coming home to collapse in bed together, I want you here. When you are camped out in the library for days on end during finals, I want to look around and see your stuff right next to mine. I know this is it for us. I don’t see the point in delaying what we both know we want.” Spencer takes my hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss each of my knuckles. “Besides, you might be pregnant with my baby right now. If you are, I’m going to need to take care of you both, spoil you. Please. We can go get your stuff tonight. This house is too big for just me anyway.”
“Monique is going to freak out.” It is the only argument I can come up with, and even I know it is a weak one. Truth is, I look around, and I can see myself here. Wrapped in a blanket on the couch reading. Books and papers spread over the dining room table studying. Teaching Spencer how to cook something with actual fresh ingredients. I can picture it all too easily. I want it so much it hurts to even consider saying no. “But, I guess she will get over it eventually.”
“She can come hang out whenever she wants. Except when I need you naked and under me, so make sure she calls first.” Spencer begins crawling over me, that feral look back in his eyes that tells me he needs to take me fast and hard.
But the mention of calling has me backing away. “Shit, I never called Mon to tell her I was okay. She must be beside herself. I need to call her, then I swear you can do what you want to my body.”
I scramble to my feet, grabbing my cell phone from the bottom of my purse. The phone barely even rings once when Monique picks up. “You obviously have not looked at your social media today.”
“Hello to you too. Don’t worry. I’m fine. I’m still at Spencer’s house.”
Mon laughs on the other side of the line, her full-body cackle that she reserves for when no one else is around and she finds something particularly hilarious. “Oh, I know you are. I figured that out when I saw you two sucking face on campus all over Facebook.”
“What?” Putting her on speakerphone, I open my Facebook app and must try three different passwords before I remember the right one and get logged in. I literally never check any of my social media accounts. They are just a giant time suck. Time is valuable when you’re a double major on scholarship.
The second my newsfeed loads, I see exactly what Mon is talking about. I’ve been tagged in at least a dozen shaky cell phone videos from all angles in the quad last night. In living color right there is my first kiss ever. Spencer comes up behind me, watching over my shoulder as I play clip after clip. They all show the same thing: Spencer kissing me lightly at first, then the two of us all but ripping each other’s clothes off before sprinting across campus hand in hand. One even shows the moment he swooped me up into his arms. Each video is accompanied by posts from the newly minted photographers, and they all basically say the same thing.Virgin quarterback doesn’t look like he’ll be a virgin for much longer. Wonder if finally getting some pussy will affect his game.
I don’t bother reading any of the comments. Everyone knows comments on social media are pure crap.
“Jen, my cousin said ESPN is even reporting on the golden boy finally finding his golden girl, which, by the way, is a horrible headline and makes it sound like Spencer has suddenly taken up with Betty White.”
With a muttered curse, Spencer turns on his heel, flicking on the giant flat-screen TV mounted on his wall. It is already tuned in to ESPN, and there we are, mid-make-out session with the commentators going on and on about how the famous virgin quarterback seems to be loosening up a little. There is speculation all over the place about who the mysterious girl in the videos might be.
“Where’s my phone? I can’t believe my dad hasn’t called yet.” Spencer rifles through the clothes we haphazardly ripped off the night before until he finds his phone in the pocket. He holds it up, showing the battery is dead, before rushing to his bedroom with me hot on his heels. After plugging the phone in, it takes a couple minutes to get enough juice to boot back up, but once it does the thing won’t stop buzzing with new notifications. “Shit. I’ve got calls from reporters, my dad’s agent, my coach, the guys on the team. And yeah, a shit ton of voicemails from my dad.”
As if uttering his name somehow conjured the man himself, Spencer’s phone begins ringing, and the caller ID says Dad. This is insane.
“Um, Mon, I’m going to have to call you later.” My roommate starts to protest me hanging up on her, but I disconnect the line before I really hear any of her complaints.
Spencer answers his phone just as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and draws me into his warm side. With all the insanity of the last ten minutes, I had totally forgotten that he is wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, and I’m still wrapped in a sheet with my hair in a rat’s nest from the night full of sex.
“Hey, Dad.” Spencer’s voice is firm, but I can hear the slight tone of worry underneath his bravado.
“Son. I take it you’ve seen the video?” I don’t know how to read this man on the phone. His voice is deep and even. I don’t think he sounds mad, but what the heck do I know? Maybe he is one of those angry people who keep it in check until they explode in a flurry of expletives and threats.
“Yeah, we just saw it.” Spencer rubs my arm up and down in a comforting gesture. I’m not really sure whether I need comforting at this point. I have no idea what to think of this whole thing. Should I be upset? Maybe? Our privacy was kind of invaded, I guess, but we kissed right there in the middle of campus, so I don’t think I have much room to complain.
“Spence, you know you have to be extremely careful with what happens in the public eye. If you are going to be a professional athlete, there will always be extra scrutiny on you. You know this.” Spencer’s dad is gentle in his lecture, which I appreciate. I would hate for him to browbeat his son just for not being able to wait until we got home to kiss.
