Page 80 of A Song for You

“But right now,” I say, slipping my hand between us and running it along her throbbing, swollen lips. “Right now I’m going to get you off, because like I said before, you are so fucking pretty when you come.”

She melts against me as I sink my fingers deep, working her over until her legs are shaking and she’s screaming my name. And then, just as I think I’ve entered heaven, she drops to her knees and begs me to fuck her mouth while she fingers herself.

But the best part of the night comes once we’re in bed—her head on my chest, her heart pounding against mine, our legs tangled together, as we fall asleep.

Forty-One

Jay

Umbrella by Rihanna and Jay-Z

The sound of a trumpet echoes through the air, pulling my attention to the field we’re approaching. I stuff my hands in my pockets and hunch into my jacket as best as I can. It’s fucking cold. Feels like winter is coming early to New England, and I’m not thrilled about it. The grass crunches below our feet as we make our way to the stands. All the while, I search for the tall brunette who forced me out of her bed this morning so she could get her mind ready for battle today.

She’s adorable when she’s flustered, and I’m already looking forward to the little ways I plan to tease her since Frank won’t be in the stands to watch us. Fortunately, the fucker plays with Cash, and unless he has eyes in the back of his head and is more concerned about us than the game, we should be fine.

“I can’t believe you came. You had nothing better to do today?” Carter asks as puffs of cold air dance out of his mouth. He brings his gloved hands up to his lips and blows on them.

Kevin cocks a brow in my direction, deferring to me.

“We never get to see you anymore. Besides, who doesn’t love high school football?”

Me. I don’t love high school football. Didn’t love it when I was in high school either. I was a bit of a loner. Until college, when I was given strict instructions to get chummy with Carter, I never saw the benefit of friends.

He cocks a brow in my direction and shrugs. “If you say so.” Bouncing on the balls of his feet, he rubs his hands together. “All right, boys. Let’s watch some football. Tonight, we’re going out.”

Kevin eyes me again, his lips folding over as he tries and fails to hide his smirk. The last fucking thing I want is more time away from Cat, and the only other option is to invite her out with us. Which means more hiding from her brother. But ditching Carter won’t work either, since he’s staying in Boston tonight. And if he doesn’t hang out with me, he’ll likely want to make plans with her. It also means he’s going to want to stay at my place.

Motherfucker.

“Sounds like a plan,” I relent.

Carter’s phone dings, and he smiles when he holds it up to read the incoming text. Then he points toward the fence. “Cat’s over by the players. I’m going to say hi. You guys want to get seats?”

No, I want to see my fucking girlfriend. I don’t want to sit on cold-ass bleachers and watch her from a distance like a creepy motherfucker. “Sure. Would you like me to get you a pretzel too?” I bite back.

Carter smirks. “Yeah. And a beer.”

“They don’t serve beer at high school football games,” I mutter, walking away.

“Oh, this is going to be such a good fucking day,” Kevin teases beside me.

I round on him and poke him in the chest. “This is your reminder. You were sitting in the hot tub last night with his naked sister. I wouldn’t laugh so hard if I were you.”

“And what a pretty view that was,” Kevin says, goading me.

“Fucking A,” I mutter under my breath as I take off again, the asshole trailing behind me. This is going to be a long day.

“With all the brains in this damn country, how has no one come up with a better seating arrangement at high school football games? Metal fucking bleachers? Seriously? My ass is frozen,” I grit out.

Cat folds her lips in on themselves, her eyes dancing with mirth, and Carter lets out a whoop of a laugh when the man sitting with what looks like his wife and two young kids shoots me a glare.

I throw my arms up in defense and roll my eyes. “Are you not cold?”

Kevin thought he would be cute by slipping in behind Cat like he was going to plant himself between us. When he turned to smirk at me, I clenched my jaw so hard I think he felt it. He shuffled back out to the stairs to let me in awfully quick. Now Carter bookends our row, with Cat beside him, then me, then Kevin. Cat brought a blanket and offered to share across the row, but I grabbed it and placed it on the seat and then pointed for her to sit while Carter was down talking to Frank. Turns out, the guy isn’t playing today, and I’m starting to get the sense that he actually does have eyes in the back of his head. And they’ve been firmly planted on me this entire damn game. I thought maybe I could sneak my hands beneath Cat’s blanket once I wrapped her up in it, but no such fucking luck.

The game’s that way, motherfucker, I want to shout every time the red headed eighteen-year-old turns his beady green eyes on me.

“Take some blanket,” Cat says softly.