I’m barely able to think straight tonight. Seeing Abby when I walked out of the tunnel took my breath away. How does she make jeans and a t-shirt look so damn good? Looking at her in my team colors and logo instantly made me hard. It made me wonder what she’d look like with my name and my number on her back too. Mia mentioned they were all coming to the game, but still the sight of her waiting when I walked out was enough to take me out.
Now, we’re sitting in this shitty bar, listening to shitty music, surrounded by the smell of stale beer and a sticky bar top, but there isn’t anywhere else I’d want to be. Abby’s long hair is hanging over one shoulder and her cleavage is peeking out from her shirt. A memory flashes as I remember having those breasts in my hands, and feeling how hard her nipples were when I had them in my mouth. I can feel myself growing a fucking tent in these jeans just thinking about it. Fuck, I’ve got to remember we’re in public. Think of something different, something to turn me off.
Uh... a tree, a shark, the ocean.
All of that works for a split second before I’m imagining Abby in the ocean, water dripping from her body and her doing that slow motion walk out of the water.
“Ford?” I hear Abby’s voice and it breaks my train of thought.
“You okay?” She laughs. “Looks like you were about to break that glass with your hands.”
I glance down at my hold on the cup. I didn’t even realize I was gripping the glass as hard as I was.
“Oh, shit. Yeah, I’m good.” I shake my head and wipe the condensation from my hands on my jeans. When I do, my hand touches her thigh through the gaping hole in her jeans with all of the damn distressing. I pull back quickly and glance up to assess her reaction to the small touch. I’m curious if that light graze made her pulse jump like it did mine.
When my eyes meet hers, she has her lips pressed together, biting back a small smirk. But there’s something in her eyes tonight that I can’t quite pinpoint, like a little spark of fire, it’s something that tells me she wants me touching her. I choose to test the waters a little bit and slide my finger back through the distressing in her jeans on her thigh, moving back and forth slowly, running the pad of my finger over her soft skin.
Her mouth opens slightly and her chest begins moving up and down a little more rapidly than it was a second ago. Fuck, is this turning her on? I move my hand soft and slow at first and then add a little pressure on her inner thigh as I start to stretch out a few of the threads on her jeans. This distressing definitely isn’t made for the size of my hand, but fuck it. I’m sure I hear a soft whimper come from her mouth, it’s so low I don’t even know if I heard it right. But when I glance over at Abby, she’s clenching her thighs together. The rest of my hand forces its way through the hole in her jeans, pushing harder down into her thigh. I move my hand up as far as I can without completely ripping the jeans, even though everything in me wants to tear them from her body.
Who knew that a pair of distressed jeans could be the gateway to such predatory thoughts, and right now all I want is these jeans around her ankles and my face between her thighs. There isn’t anyone around us in this corner of the bar and all of our friends are too busy in their own conversations to pay attention to us.
As if to steady herself, she grips a hand on top of the bar. I lean a little closer into her and I’m hit with her sweet scent, it drives me wild being this close to her. Knowing she’s turned on is only fueling me even more, and I’m ready to take her somewhere more private.
I whisper against her ear. “What do you need, Princess?”
Her long eye lashes flutter in my direction and she blows out a slow breath, releasing the grip her hand has on the bar. She bites her bottom lip and all my self-control is about to fly out the door of this place.
She quickly glances at the pool tables where our friends are and then her gaze darts to the door and back to me. Without giving it a second thought, I take her hand in mine and make strides across the sticky floor to the door leading outside, rounding a corner to our left, gently pulling Abby behind me.
“Where are we going?” She giggles as she tries to keep up with my pace. Leading us around the corner of the bar near an alley, I quickly turn and in one swift movement position her against the brick wall of the bar.
“I haven’t stopped thinking about you in weeks, Abby.” Her throat moves up and down as she swallows and I plant my hands on either side of her head and press my body closer to hers.
“When I saw you tonight after the game…” I run my thumb across her bottom lip. “All I could think about was getting you alone and how badly I wanted another taste of you.”
I run a hand down her body, squeezing her hip, and she relaxes into my touch letting out a breath. She brings her lips inches from mine before whispering,
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Fuck, this woman is unbelievable. I smile at her before lifting her up and pinning her against the wall with my body. She gasps as I do it, but my mouth covers hers before she can say anything else.
She tugs on my hair and runs her fingers down my neck, pulling me closer as my hands roam her thighs up to the exposed skin on the small of her back. She lets out a small moan and I feel her smile against my mouth before she presses her lips back to mine. She licks my bottom lip with her tongue and I return the gesture before our mouths are so in sync, it’s like we were born to do this together. She pulls back and looks at me with those heady green eyes and something shifts in me.
I can’t explain it, but in that instant, I know I don’t want to be kissing anyone other than Abby. She plants one more soft kiss against my lips while I loosen my grip to allow her to slide down my body, both of us panting as she does.
“We should probably get back inside.” Her voice is ragged as she tugs at my t-shirt. I can feel my cock straining in my jeans.
“You go ahead. I have a situation here, I’ll need a minute,” I say gesturing to the bulge trying to burst from my jeans.
Her thumb swipes the corner of her mouth as she shakes her head and walks backwards away from me smiling. “Tsk, tsk, Anderson.”
My brain has been one giant tangled ball of yarn for the last week. I knew the closer I got to Ford the more it would mess with me. I did this to myself. I was hellbent on focusing on me, myself and I, yet he’s all I’ve been able to think about lately. I could have turned him down that first day, but instead I’m over here almost every night getting myself off to the dirty words he whispered in my ear or the memory of his tongue making me come apart at his mercy.
After our steamy make out session at the bar, I told Summer when we got back to the apartment and she thinks I should just explore this thing with Ford a little. As much as I’d love to do just that, I know myself. I don’t think I can just have casual sex. I can’t separate it, that’s not how I’m wired. Plus, knowing Ford, that's probably all he would want; the sex part, not all the other stuff.
My mind and body are in a constant battle, because Ford makes me feel so good when I’m with him. Even just sitting with him when he was rubbing my leg, two more minutes and I would have exploded all over the bar, add that kiss outside, I’m shocked I didn’t completely ruin that pair of underwear, although they were definitely soaked. I’m not used to being so turned on by someone. It’s never been like this before, but it’s like everything he does makes my insides crumble and I don’t know how to stop it. Part of me wishes he was just a complete ass so I could use that as an excuse, but he’s not even close.
Mia
