She nodded, getting bolder by the second. She moved closer so she could touch all of me if she wanted to. And boy, I fucking wanted her to. “Go ahead,” I instructed. She sucked in a breath and fingered the edge of my waistband.
She snuck a finger in, my stomach tightening. My chest heaved, air getting heavier by the second. Bold Greta chose to straddle me and she slid the waistband of my boxers down, down, down until my raging hard cock sprang out. Her mouth widened.
“Christ Almighty.” She gulped, her rosy cheeks giving her away. “I…uh.”
Keys went into the front door at that moment. The knob turned just as I pulled my shorts up.
“Hey, guys!” Callie burst through the door and Greta flew off me like I’d caught fire. With a blazing red face, Greta tossed a blanket on me and ran to her room.Coward.
“Sup, Callie?” I hid my boner, going over math equations in my head. I needed something,anythingto get my guy to calm the fuck down. Later, I could analyze what the fuck Greta and I had been doing. “What time is it?”
“Eleven, did I wake you guys?” Concern was etched on her face. “I’m the hungover one. I shouldn’t have more energy than you.”
I ignored her comment and focused on my phone instead. She slammed shit in the kitchen, drawers and cabinets. My head felt like deadweight, but it had nothing to do with drinking and everything to do with Greta.Fucking Greta.
Greta: Is she still out there?
Aaron: Oh, Jesus. Are you hiding?
Greta: Maybe.
I groaned, gathering the blanket into my hands to hide the evidence of whatever had happened. Callie could mind her own damn business at this point. I pushed open Greta’s door to see her pacing her room, her body still clad in the skin-tight outfit, worry pouring out of her. “Greta.”
“Gah, you.” She pointed a finger at me. Her voice lowered. “You and your magic dong.”
I snorted. My dick would’ve laughed if he could. “Uh, care to expand on that insult, G?”
She twisted the end of her hair for two minutes. Maybe three. “I’m sorry about my reaction.”
“Sorry?” I walked up and put my hands on her shoulders. “Don’t be sorry. I love how free-spirited you are. Feeling was mutual, Gabs.”
“I got carried away.” She frowned and pushed my hands off her. “I need to shower. You can hang out if you want. I’m going to practice for my show tonight.”
Damn. She’d dismissed me plain and simple. I wanted to urge her for more. The desire was both ways—hell, I would’ve done anything she wanted. But she’d put those walls up so high right now I couldn’t do anything about it. I tried regardless. “Okay. You need help in the shower?”
Her eyes heated over for a second before she smiled. “Nah, I’m real good with my own hands. See you later, Ronnie.”
Great. She left me in her room with thoughts of her touching herself. I needed to run home to shower.Goddamn it, Greta.What have you done to me?
* * * *
Hours later, I stood with a bunch of other schmucks all having the same thought—how fucking awesome Greta was. Tanner hollered at her in between every song, Zade and Callie made ridiculous cheers and Jeff had brought his latest fling. Even some of the fucking sophomores on the team had showed up to cheer her on. It annoyed me. Selfish, I know.
“Get it, G!” Callie yelled and jumped up and down as Greta played her final song before a quick break. It was a two-hour show, the first half of it already amazing me. Her silky voice made my chest tighten.
“Damn it, Hilly. How did you get her? I swore I had a shot.” Young Chris, as we called him, hit me on the back. The kid had swagger for someone who’d been a walk-on freshman the year before but hitting him in the face suddenly seemed like a great idea. “She’s a dime piece, bro.”
“Yeah. Yeah, she is,” I said, watching her thank the crowd and say she’d be back in fifteen minutes.Fuck manners.
I made the gap between us close and she didn’t have time to register who it was before I enveloped her in my arms. I kissed the hell out of her. I gripped the nape of her neck, loving how her long hair dangled down her back. But the best part? Her mouth welcomed me home. She tasted like an aged whiskey and, fuck me, I needed more. She moaned into my mouth and I deepened the kiss, marking her, wanting desperately for her to remember it for every other guy she would be with. People catcalled, clapped, and I slowly, delicately slid my hand down her spine, releasing her. “You’re remarkable.”
“Shit.” She ran her fingers over her lips. “Hell of a kiss, pookie.”
“Trust me, I had to stop myself from doing more.” I tightened my grip on her lower back. “You’re killing it up there. I’m proud of you.”
Her eyes glistened for a second, a little bit of the vulnerable Greta I knew poking through. The quick blinking, the slight tremble of her lip… I had to kiss her again.
And I did.
