“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I chant, pulsing around him as I feel his release spill into the condom.
He comes on a groan. His head is thrown back and the veins in his neck pulse. Troy collapses on top of me. Both of us are breathing hard. I keep him close to me. The feel of him against me like this does something to my insides.
Whatever I was feeling for Troy before tonight has nothing on what I’m feeling for him now. This connection between the two of us is strong. One that I don’t want to sever.
Can’tbring myself to sever.
Troy slips out and scoops me into his arms as we lie together, bodies sticky with sweat. “Give me a minute and I’ll clean us up.”
“It’s okay.” I drag my fingers up and down his chest.
Because I want to stay with him like this as long as possible.
Troy is weaving himself into my life, and I don’t know if I want to stop it.
Being with him is about as close to perfect as it can get, and I’ll take every minute I can of this.
For as long as possible.
Chapter Fourteen
TROY
“Why do you look so nice?” Randy asks, looking up from the video game that he just died in.
“Going out.”
“It’s a Thursday.” He shifts on the couch, letting the game reload. “You can’t go out.”
“Why not?”
“There’s a party over at the football house. We always go. They have the best booze and women there.”
“What’s wrong with wanting to do something different?” I run a nervous hand through my hair.
Whatever this thing between Angie and me is, we’re keeping it on the down low. As much as I’d like to tell everyone we’re dating, I know we can’t. Because she doesn’t want it getting back to her dads.
Even though Marcus and Harper know, they’re not going to tell anyone. And telling Randy who I’m going out with is completely out of the question. He’d blab about it to everyone.
“You don’t want to get laid tonight?”
“Jesus. Is that all you care about?” I whack him on thehead as I walk into the kitchen to grab my keys from the small bowl we keep there. “We have an early practice tomorrow, so don’t go fucking around tonight and be dead on the ice tomorrow.”
“Please.” Randy goes back to the game, one I haven’t played with him in a while. “I can rebound with the best of them. You sure you don’t want to be my wingman tonight? Party starts at ten.”
Looking at my watch, it’s only seven now. Even with what I have planned for Angie, I could be back in time to go to the party.
“Nah. I’m good. You have fun.”
“Oh, I will.” There’s a cockiness to his tone that tells me it’s all but a guarantee. I have no doubt that he’ll have zero trouble landing anyone he wants tonight.
Perk of being an athlete on campus.
That’d never been for me. So many girls throw themselves at any one of the players on campus. My dad taught me better—to never take advantage of someone like that.
And I haven’t.
Which is probably the only reason Angie gave me a chance. I know her history with players. That guy was a dick. I don’t want to prove her right again.
