“I’m kidding,” she says. “Shirtless is what we have to do. Maybe a picture of you wiping the sweat from your foreheadwhile you’re in your gear, you know, showing off some of your stacked abs. That would be hot.”
“I thought The Jock Report was a place where athletes can reach out to fans and tell their own stories.”
“It is. And the story I’d like to tell when it comes to you is that you’re extremely hot, have a god-like body, and are currently unavailable because you’re all mine.”
“Quite the story, I’ll buy into it.”
“And just another reason I like you so much. You go along with my craziness.”
“Anything to keep you happy.”
“Is that so?” she asks. “So what if I decided that I wanted to revisit the conversation we had a while back? You know, about the dick piercing. What if I said I wanted you to do that?”
“Get my dick pierced?” I ask. “If you want me to, I will.”
“Stop it. No, you wouldn’t.”
“Baby, you’ve seen how open I can be. What makes you think a dick piercing would stop me?”
“Oh my God, I’m wet all over again.”
“If that’s the case . . .” In a deep voice, I say, “Take off your clothes.”
“They’re already off.”
I smile as I move my hand down to my cock. “Mmm, such a good girl.”
“Isit crazy that I missed you this much?” Blakely’s straddling my lap on the balcony loveseat that I specifically picked out with the hopes that we’d use it together.
“No,” I answer as I smooth my hands over her ass.
“I shouldn’t be attached to you this quickly.”
“Why not?” I ask.
She sits back and plays with the hem of my shirt. “Because it just seems so sudden, doesn’t it?”
“For you, probably,” I answer. “For me?” I shake my head. “I’ve been attracted to you for a while, Blakely. But I understand where it might feel weird for you.”
“It’s not weird,” she says. “Just surprising. You always hear about people breaking up with their long-term boyfriend or girlfriend and how they needed to take like a year off from dating, and here I am, feeling so much more than I think I ever have only a couple months later.” I bet she has no idea how relieved I am to hear that.
“Just means I was made for you, and he wasn’t.”
She smiles at that. “I guess so.” She tugs on my shirt and I lift so she can take it off. She lays it on the couch next to me and brings her hands to my chest.
“Trying to make me hard?” I ask as the subtle music she chose plays in the background.
“Trying to get closer to you.” She chuckles and shakes her head.
“What?” I ask.
“Ugh, I’m such a harlot. I can’t get enough of your body.”
“Same,” I say as I slide my hands under her cotton shorts and grip her bare ass.
“But I don’t want to have sex right now. I want to ask you stupid questions.”
“Stupid questions?” I raise a brow.
