“I'll see you guys on the bus,” I waved to my teammates. All my closest friends were still showering as they spent some time with the girls.
I caught sight of Rosie immediately as she leaned against our bus, a wide grin on her face, and fuck, wearing my jersey.
“Hey, Thorn,” I grinned at her, and after a quick scan of the empty parking lot, I wrapped my armsaround her.
Rosalie clung to me, her arms squeezing my neck as I twirled her around. “You were amazing, I'm so freaking proud of you!!”
“Couldn't have done it without you,” I muttered in her ear, and it was the truth.
She nudged me, and we moved against the wall, hidden in the shadow of the dim parking lot. Without any question, she sank her fingers in my hair and kissed me. It wasn't one of her tentative kisses; it was more passionate and bolder. Like she needed to kiss me, otherwise she would die.
And I kissed her back with equal eagerness. Like I wanted to kiss her on the field in front of everyone.
Our tongues danced a sensual dance as I swallowed the tiny moans leaving her mouth. She was so responsive to the tiniest touches.
My hand slid over the curve of her ass, and I gripped her firm backside, pulling her flat against me. She rolled her hips into my growing erection and moaned again, driving me crazy.
It didn't happen many times that I had to be the one killing the fun, but I had to remind myself that she was a virgin and we just started dating.
“I missed you,” she muttered over my lips when I pulled away.
“I could tell by the way you kissed me.” Rosie reached up, kissing me again, and I laughed. “My needy little Rosebud.”
“I'm just proud of you,” she replied, her lips turning down for a split second.
I kissed her temple and held her against me. “I know, I'm just teasing you.”
“You know,” she muttered against my neck. “There were so many girls wearing your jersey... for an away game.”
“They are called groupies,” I chuckled. “I don't really concern myself with them.”
Rosie arched her brow. “Really, they were discussing why you haven't been interested in their texts lately.”
“Yes, I did fuck them in the past,” I sighed. “I fucked almost every female Senior and Junior currently on campus. You know that.”
She scrunched up her nose. “So now you moved on to Sophomores.”
Yeah, that didn't come out the way I wanted it.
“Thorn... you know who I was before my injury. I never pretended like I wasn't that person.” She nodded in agreement. “I can't stop people from talking about the past.”
“I know, but...” she started when voices sounded around the corner, and I recognized the silhouette of Alfie and Liam.
“It sucks our girls couldn't come,” Liam muttered, referring to their respective girlfriends who didn't make the drive.
“Yeah, but they will be there waiting to celebrate. Max said we could all have dinner, but Maddox wants to throw a party,” Alfie muttered. “Yeah, but I agree with Aaron, I much rather party tonight than...”
Their voices faded as they climbed onto the bus, and I exhaled. That was close.
“Where's Dex?” Liam's head appeared, looking around, and Rosie quickly pulled me further into the darkness.
“Maybe getting a quicky in with some of the groupies? He hasn't been interested in them for a while, so it makes sense he wants to have his victory sex,” Alfie shrugged.
“Now I get why he rushed out,” Liam laughed, and they both disappeared back onto the bus.
Rosie grimaced. “You better go... but before, let me make you look like you were having your victory sex.”
“Thorn, you know how guys are,” I shrugged, as she ruffled my hair, but before I could finish my sentence, she kissed me again. This time, she rushed it more, her tongue meeting mine within seconds in a deep, passionate kiss that was going to leave me breathless. But before she released me, she sucked my lower lip into her mouth and flashed me a wicked grin.
