Lana lowered her head in embarrassment. She knew she was the lamest kid in all of history.
“Okay. I can fix that.”
Lana looked up at Jayson’s no-nonsense statement. She couldn’t help but be confused when he just shrugged it off.
“Fix it? How?”
“I’ll get you a phone on my account. It was going to happen eventually once we got married down the road. I’ll just take care of it now. Now, give me a kiss so you can go inside and get your homework done. I know you make dinner for your dad every evening. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Lana leaned toward Jayson, her elbow on the middle armrest, pushing herself toward his lips. Once their lips touched, Jayson took over the kiss.
His hand cupped the side of her neck and jawline as he tilted her head the way he wanted and devoured her mouth as if he was a man being fed for the first time in forever. Lana gripped his shirt, trying to pull him closer.
“Damn it, baby. You need to get inside. I need to go and get you a phone. I will have it with me in the morning when I pick you up. Go inside. I’ll wait until you’re safely inside before I leave.”
Lana couldn’t help the flush that creeped up her face when she looked down at Jayson’s crotch. Yep, he was hard as hell, and fuck if he wasn’t huge.
She got out of the car and walked up to her house. After letting herself in, she closed the door and heard his car leave shortly after shutting the front door.
The next couple of months went routine for Lana and Jayson. He would pick her up in the mornings and drop her off after football practice.
The nights they had a home football game, she would go to the games and cheer him on. Life seemed to be going great.
Now, if she could just convince Jayson she was ready for the next step! She wanted to know what it felt like to be truly and fully consumed by him.
Tonight was going to be their homecoming game. She wasn’t happy with how homecoming night was going.
While she was happy Jayson was nominated homecoming king, she wasn’t happy they made Ashe the homecoming queen. It took everything in her to not snatch a bitch bald.
She really wanted to punch Ashe when she looked directly at her and smirked as she snuggled into Jayson’s side. She had to talk herself out of storming the field and enacting her darkest fantasy of beating her into the ground.
She continued to cheer Jayson on despite the fact her heart hurt just a tiny bit. Especially due to the rumors that were goingaround about Jayson and Ashe still hooking up since she didn’t put out.
She didn’t know if Jayson knew about those rumors because they never talked about them. She often wondered if it was true but a large part of her didn’t think so, because as soon as he left, he was texting her that he missed her already.
At night, he would call and talk to her so that she fell asleep hearing his voice. He would text hergood morningevery day and let her know he was on the way, and he couldn’t wait to see her.
So much didn’t make sense right now but she tried her damnedest to stay positive. She hated that she had trust issues.
She blamed her dad on that aspect. He was always making her doubt herself and everything around her. She hated it with a passion and wished she could be more positive about life.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
“Hey, baby! Ready to go and get something to eat?”
Jayson came out of the locker room to find Lana leaning up against the wall. He could tell something was on her mind.
He had an idea but would deal with that privately without an audience. He also knew that she saw the shit that Ashe directed her way.
He had to give his girl props- she didn’t jump the fence and beat the bitch’s ass like he knew she wanted. He knew Ashe still attempted shit despite his warning, but it was never anything drastic.
He would have known about it thanks to Peter and a few others on the team he had assigned to watch over his girl when he wasn’t around.
“Yeah. Where are we going tonight?” she asked.
“How about we grab a burger, fries, and a milkshake and go to Lookout Lake? I don’t feel like sharing you with the rest of the crowd tonight.”
