Elijah snorts, dropping into the open seat on the couch. “What, you old guys can’t make your fingers move fast enough? I bet that’s disappointing for the girls you hook up with.”
A round of protests and boos sound from the upperclassmen.
“I’ve never had any complaints.” Brody smirks, wiggling his fingers. “It’s more along the lines ofoh god, oh god, yes, yes, yes, ahhhh!”
“I know, I hear it every time you have someone over,” Theo says.
Noah leans over the back of the couch to mess with Elijah. “Come to the club with me. I’ll show you how the big boys keep all the girls happy.”
Elijah pushes him off, but it’s too late. Cameron wins again.
My brow furrows when I realize Maya’s been gone for a while. I search the living room, back den, and kitchen. In the front hall, Reagan is shrugging on her coat.
“Have you seen where Maya went?”
Reagan pauses, shooting me a sly smirk. “Upstairs to use your bathroom, I think. I’m out.”
I’m torn between making sure she has someone to walk her home in the dark and finding my girlfriend. I open my mouth and she cuts me off with a laugh.
“Relax, Hutch is waiting outside already. He’s driving me to campus. See ya.”
“Later.”
I take the steps at a quick clip, then stop in my goddamn tracks when I open the door and find what’s waiting for me, becauseholy shit.
“I thought you’d never find me,” Maya sasses.
She’s on my bed looking more exquisite than I’ve ever seen her. The green hearts have been washed off her cheeks, and her hair spills down loosely around her shoulders. She ditched thejeans she had on, legs bare and inviting when she skims a hand up her thigh.
And she’s wearing nothing but my jersey.
I repeat,holy shit.
The fantasies I’ve had of this have nothing on the real deal. My hungry gaze rakes over her, a thousand and one thoughts racing through my head of what I want to do to her first.
I want to fuck her. My hands flex, already imagining spreading those gorgeous thighs and sinking my cock into the tight heat of her perfect body.
No, I have to fuck hermouthwhile she’s on her knees.
No, shit, I need to taste her pussy with my hands fisted in my jersey and my name on her lips, knowing she’sall fucking mine.
“You’re wearing my number.”
The obvious statement is the first dumb thing to tumble from my lips. She tilts her head coyly, offering a sexy little smirk that sends blood rushing to my dick.
“I know how much you’ve wanted to see me in your jersey. I wanted to wear it just for you first.”
“Fuck. Maya, you look…”
She hums in amused agreement. “So, you like it?”
“Fuck yes.”
Finally, I find the ability to move. I slam the door and reach her in two urgent strides. She rises on her knees to meet me. When I collide with her I take both of us to the bed, mouth already slotting over hers in a scorching kiss full of unchecked need.
My hands drag up her legs, dipping beneath the jersey to find she’s not wearing anything underneath. A groan scrapes my throat as my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hips.
I kiss my way to her neck, pausing there to pay attention to the spot that makes her shudder. She grips my hair, squirming beneath me as my mouth moves against her skin. I work a kneebetween her thighs and waste no time sliding my fingers over her pussy to tease her clit.
