Page 38 of Off Limits

She taps her lips with one finger like she’s deep in thought. “Hmm. Spending time with you?”

I laugh and lean down to kiss her once more, happiness bubbling through me. “Sounds perfect. I’m done with practice by dinner. What’s your schedule?”

“My last class is out by three, so I’ll get through my homework before dinner, and then I’m yours all night.”

God, that sounds like heaven. “Alright. I’ll text you when I’m done and either pick you up here or we can meet up somewhere, grab some dinner, and see where the night takes us.”

That wicked twinkle is back in her eyes, the same one she got when I told her to stop riding me or I might come in my pants. She wanted to make me come. And I’m not gonna lie, I really wanted that too. I’m still hard as iron. But with no change of clothes, and nothing in the truck to clean up with, that wasn’t an option.

“I know where I’d like the night to take us,” she whispers, trailing a hand down my chest.

I steal another kiss. “You think you can get the room to yourself for a while tomorrow?”

She bites her lip. “I’ll see what I can do and let you know.”

One more kiss, this time with tongue. “Sounds good. If you can’t, I’ll see what else I can come up with. Text me as soon as you know.”

“I will.”

She kisses me again, pulling herself as close to me as possible, her hands in my hair, her tongue in my mouth. The kiss ends as abruptly as it starts. “Night,” she says, and flounces out of my truck, bag over her shoulder, one last glance my way before disappearing inside.

* * *

“Hey, man. Where you been?” Cal asks, appearing from the kitchen as soon as I close the door behind me.

Painfully aware of the semi I’m still sporting and the fact that I still have the scent of his sister’s arousal on my hands, I masterfully dodge the question. “Uh, just, y’know. Out.”

He gives me a funny look. “Right. Some of the guys are getting together at Jackson’s tonight. I’m leaving in ten if you wanna ride with me.”

“Oh, uh, nah.” I wave a hand around, then realize it’s the hand I just had knuckle deep inside Ellie and stuff it in my pocket. “I’ve got homework.”

Cal nods, still giving me a funny look. “Right. I mean, we all do, but you should get out and blow off some steam once in a while too. You spend too much time alone.”

Laughter bubbles up inside me, because I haven’t been alone tonight, and the alone time I’ve had lately was so I could indulge my Ellie fantasies. Which I really need to do again, like right fucking now, except I don’t have to fantasize this time. I can just remember how she felt, the way her tight little pussy gripped my fingers, the way she looked when she fell apart for me.

I shift, needing to adjust myself, but not wanting to do it in front of Cal.

But something about my face must’ve given me away anyway, because a knowing grin slides onto his face. “Ohhhh, I get it. You were out hooking up. Who was it? Katy? Or was it”—his face screws up in concentration and he snaps his fingers—“what’s her name, Foster’s friend? Dani? Right? Was it her? She seems like the type of chick you’d go for.”

I shake my head and huff out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s her name. And no, it wasn’t her. She doesn’t date football players.”

“Ohhh, so you’ve already tried and struck out, huh?” He arranges his face into a faux-sympathetic expression. “Well, at least you found someone else. Someone from one of your classes?”

I shrug. “Something like that.” Nothing at all like that, actually, but what else am I supposed to say? I can’t tell him I was with Ellie, and I can’t name some other girl to throw him off, because he’ll say something to any of the chicks that hang around if I do that and of course they’ll act clueless, and then he’ll wonder why I lied. So some chick from a class is the easiest thing to let him believe. Also, I can’t quite make myself come right out and lie to his face, either.

“Well, good for you, man. It’s about time. You gonna see her again?”

Yes.But I just shrug again. “We’ll see.”

Laughing, he shakes his head, going back into the kitchen muttering to himself about no wonder I can’t keep a girl if I’m that laid back about it and it’s a wonder anyone agrees to screw me at all. But that’s fine. He can think what he wants.

And I need to do a better job of figuring out how to handle him if I’m going to be sneaking around with his sister behind his back.

My stomach sinks, and the happy bubble I’ve been riding around in since I got Ellie’s text earlier pops. When I’m with Ellie, she’s all that matters, and keeping my relationship with her separate from Cal doesn’t seem like such a big deal.

But now that I’m still hard from messing around with her and face-to-face with Cal, I don’t know how long I can keep this up.

I know we said we wouldn’t tell Cal, but part of me thinks keeping it from him might only end up doing more harm than good in the long run.

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