Still, I plan on letting him take the lead until he hands the reins over to me.
Pulling up to Blake’s house, I grin when I see him sitting on the front step, waiting for me.
My heart starts to race, butterflies erupting in my stomach at the mere sight of him. His eyes lock with mine and my heart damn near explodes at the shy but happy smile he gives me back.
“Hey, Latte Boy,” I roll my window down and shout. “Get your sexy ass in here.”
I can see his cheeks grow pink from here. Grabbing his bag, he rushes to my car.
“I have neighbors you know.” He sighs.
“Shit, sorry. I should have asked you if you wanted to tell people about us first.” My eyes widen.
“Do you not want anyone knowing?” His brows furrow.
“Fuck no. I want the whole damn world to know you’re mine.” I snort. “But if that's not something you’re ready for, I’m okay keeping it between us.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t care who knows. I, ah, I want people to know.”
“Yeah?” My voice lowers as I lean in. Gripping his chin with my fingers, I pull him closer. “You okay if I put my claim on you?”
His lips part, breathing coming in little pants. “Yes,” he whispers.
“Good.” My lips brush against his and my body ignites. He whimpers and my cock twitches. “Because I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you, Blake. Now that you’re mine, I want to fucking drink you in. Fair warning, I think I’m going to be a needy, clingy, touchy boyfriend.”
“Good,” he groans. “Me too.”
Capturing his lips with mine, I kiss him, tongue swiping against his lips, demanding him to open.
He lets me in willingly, parting his lips, welcoming my tongue in to slide over his.
He moans, melting into the kiss, eagerly moving his lips and tongue against mine.
We kiss until we’re both panting messes.
“I really fucking hate that practice is right now.” I groan against his lips, pulling back to see his wide, lust filled eyes. “I’d much rather be doing this.”
“Me too,” he whispers, the tips of his ears growing red.
Leaning back into my seat, I grin and take his hand in mine, entwining my fingers with his.
“How was your night?” I ask, kissing the back of Blake’s hand.
“It was okay. Still tired.”
I cast him a quick look as we head down the road. “Shit. You could have slept in.”
He shrugs. “I like coming to practice with you.”
Like normal, I work Sunday mornings and Blake works Sunday nights. He came with me to work and I went to work with him. Not something we can always do, because I’m sure his boss won’t like it, but I didn’t want to leave his side for very long. Not after finally getting my man.
I drove Blake to and from work. We ended up parking outside his house and making out for nearly an hour before he went in. Then when I got home, we stayed up for two more hours lying in bed, talking on the phone.
I’ve been spending a lot more time at my dad’s place. At this point, I think I might take him up on his offer to move back in. The football house just isn’t the same to me anymore.
“Don’t come just because you want to please me, okay? I’ll live if you turn me down every once in a while.”
“I know.”
