Chapter 15
Jayce
Ilaid awake all nightalone in my bed thinking about Macey, wishing I was in bed with her instead of alone here. But I had to admit it to myself...she made me crazy for her. She pulled in the opposite direction just enough to keep me enthralled with her, though I doubt it would have made a difference. She could have thrown herself at my mind, body, and soul, and I still wouldn’t get enough of her.
I was up early the next morning for practice, and despite sleeping very little the night before, I felt energized and ready to tackle the day...and ready to see Macey.
“Dude,” Dalton said, meeting me in the locker room at six to get ready for practice. “Did you get laid?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I laced my shoes, knowing that if I actually stopped to look at Dalton, he’d be able to read me like an open book.
“Right,” he said, and we both knew it was bullshit. But before I could open my mouth to argue with him further, to defend Macey’s honor, there was a light knock on the door, and my angel in disguise walked in, holding a to-go cup of hot coffee from the shop down the block. She stopped when she saw Dalton but then spotted me and continued on, holding out her arm to hand me the coffee. I took it gratefully
“Mace,” I said, trying to keep my elementary excitement under control. “You’re here. It’s just practice.”
“I know,” she said with a grin, side-eying Dalton. “But I felt like I owed you.”
I stood from where I’d been sitting, wrapping my arms around Macey’s waist to pull her body against mine as I kissed her, lips lingering on hers for a moment that I refused to let end.
“I knew it,” Dalton said, staring us down. “I knew you’d gotten laid, Gregory.”
“Shut up, Dalton,” murmured Macey, pressing her lips against mine. But then she pulled away, still grinning, and pressed her fingers against her lips as she backed towards the door. “Have a good practice, boys,” she said. “Jayce, I’ll see you when practice is over.”
I expected her to leave, to take off as soon as we started practicing. But she didn’t. Instead, Macey zipped up the jacket she wore and sat out on the bleachers as we started our drills, eyes on me the entire time. It was a beautiful morning, one that I never wanted to end. Seeing Macey in those stands as the sunrise came up above her head, basking her in a warm, pink glow, made me want to walk off the field more than once. But I didn’t. And just as the sun came up in its complete and whole glow, we were done, and Macey was still there.
“So, practice looked good,” she said as we walked to class a while later. Her body pressed gently against mine, head rolling to the side and resting on my shoulder. “Youlooked good.”
“Thanks,” I said with a laugh. “But we sucked today.”
“Really?” Macey pulled me to a stop and turned me to face her, eyes glistening under the vibrant glow of the new sun. “I couldn’t even tell.”
“That’s because you hate sports,” I reminded her. “Especially baseball, if I remember correctly.”
Macey flushed in the darkness, fair cheeks smoldering with heat. “I said that when we first met. It’s a little bit more interesting now.”
“I think you’re just saying that,” I said, and she giggled. What a beautiful fucking sound.
“I could be just saying that,” she admitted. “But I’m also your girlfriend now. Isn’t that my job?”
“To what, lie to me?”
“Yeah,” she said. “As long as it strokes your ego, right?”
I laughed, pulling her into me with a small smile. “Other girls might do that for their guys,” I whispered in her ear. “But I don’t think you’re that kind of person.”
“I don’t, either, but I figured I should check.” Macey popped herself onto her tiptoes to kiss me, her lips lingering on mine like a fire ready to ignite. My prick began to swell, straining against the inside of my pants, and it took all I had in me not to ravage here, right here and now on the chilled lawn of the ERU quad.
“Thank you for the coffee,” I said, pulling her to a stop so I could grab her ass. Macey chuckled, nibbling on her lip, a tiny thing that made me long for her in such a way that it was almost physically painful.
“You’re welcome,” she said. “I couldn’t sleep well last night after you left. I needed a pick me up.”
