Briefly, I think about how fun it would be to have her stay with me, Bellamy, and Darby for our last year here if she does get in. Then, an onslaught of what ifs flit through my brain, and most of them involve Nate.
“Bet! I’m actually coming for the next home game.”
An idea comes to my mind. “Do you still like to sing?”
“Of course,” she sing-songs back to me.
I giggle. “The girls and I love Karaoke Thursdays at my work. You should totally come up a day early and go with us to that, then crash at our place.”
“It’s a fuck yes for me. I’ll be there.”
Smiling to myself, I shake my head. “You’re a hellion…but geez, I’ve missed you so much. I feel like we have so much to catch up on. I need to know grown-up Willow.”
“Ditto, babe. I’ve discovered I don’t really like people anymore, just FYI.”
She has me cracking up. “Well, I promise you, you’ll like my people.”
“Speaking of your people, who’s better, my brother or Graves?”
I choke on air at her bluntness. “Shut up. You did not just ask me that.”
An evil giggle bursts from her. “Actually, I have a feeling I know the answer, and I don’t want to know the details. I heard enough through the thin walls of our house when I was, like, fourteen.”
My stomach hurts from laughing. This conversation is exactly what I needed to end this day.
“You’re awful.”
I hear what sounds like a door open before Willow says, “Dad just got home with takeout.”
“Okay, go eat. Thanks for taking my call.”
“Thanks for calling me, Berkley. I’ve really missed you in my life.”
Her fun, easy-going tone fades, and I hear a bit of the fifteen-year-old girl who was devastated when she found out her brother and I had broken up.
“I’ve missed you more than you know. I’m sorry, babe.”
“Nothing to be sorry about, B. Bye, babe.” And then she’s gone.
My desire to call Nate is even greater after talking to Willow, but I stop myself.
I do something I said I’d never do, though. Finding his name for a second time, I unblock his number.
Unwanted excitement thrums through me, and I know this is a dangerous game I’m playing with my heart, but I can’t seem to stop.
Twelve
Asteady tingling at my core signals how close I am already. Nate’s encouraging moans have me picking up the speed of my hips.
“Fuck, BB, you feel so good. Rubbing that needy pussy of yours all over my cock,” he says through a groan, tightening his grip on my hips as I grind on him in the back seat of his truck. I could barely contain myself; I practically ripped his clothes off as soon as we closed the doors.
Seeing his sun-tanned skin glisten with sweat at the end of today's practice made me ache to lick every inch of him.
“Please. I need you inside of me,” I beg, kissing him hard. His fingers tangle in my hair at the nape of my neck. He tugs just enough, and I let out a feral moan.
“God, you drive me crazy when you're desperate for me. I can feel how wet you are through your soaked panties.”
“So desperate,” I pant as I continue to use the fly of his jeans to my advantage. My lips trail kisses up his neck, and I swear I might come just from rubbing on him.