Page 38 of Game On

They fucking won. Holy shit.

The welcoming Alec receives as he makes his way back to the dugout is epic. I sit and watch as the high fives and butt slaps are shared all around. I can’t help but focus on that when it happens. I bite my lip until Alec walks right in front of me. “Water?”

I stand on shaky legs, bringing a water bottle up with me and handing it over. “Good job.” I close my eyes right after I say it.Good job? Could I be even less enthusiastic?While we’re staring at one another, the crowd starts to cheer. The last batter up hit a fly ball to the third baseman. The game’s over, but RHS wins. “Congratulations,” I tell him.

His eyes rake over me until I feel like I’m exposed. Bright green flecks in his eyes sparkle. Eventually, he has to look away because he’s getting swept up in the after-win celebration. The guys all line up and then meet the Preston players out on the field to congratulate one another on a great game. I look away, making sure that the water bottles are all filled. Once they go into the locker rooms, they’re going to need it.

Alec is the last one to go through the line. The rest of the team heads toward the school. “Follow me,” he says. I grab the bottles and quicken my pace. The familiar sound of a small girl calls out to Alec. He runs toward the fence where his sister is gripping it in fierce little fists. He pulls his sister over the chainlink and gives her a hug. His dad slaps him on the back and his mother kisses him on the cheek. The Ballers are right behind them, waiting for their turn. He doesn’t stay long, just a few moments until he catches up with the rest of the team. I follow behind until I stand just inside the door to the locker rooms. As if someone forgot, one of the youngest players on the team comes out and grabs the water from me.

I’m about to leave, but then I see him passing Alec as he makes his way out to me. His dark hair is drenched in sweat, making it reflect in the shaft of sunlight coming in from the open door. Droplets slide down his face, but I don’t look at any of that. I’m trapped by his stare and then his body as he comes right up to me until my back is plastered to the cool brick wall behind me. I open my mouth to say something, but he descends on me. His lips cover mine. I inhale, taking in his musky scent that makes my nerve endings fire. Before I know it, my arms are around his shoulders and we’re pressed against one another, his knee moving between my legs.

His tongue sweeps over my lips expertly until he pries my mouth open. I moan into his kiss as his fingers dig into my hips, pulling me over his knee. The fire that was already there from earlier burns brighter, hotter. “Fuck, Tessa,” he says when I let him arch into me, and even arch right back into him.

My heart is pounding out a rhythm there’s no ending to. I want to stay like this, wrapped here in Alec’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body and the teasing kiss of his lips.

His hand reaches down, flutters past my belly which makes my muscles jump at his touch. He scoots lower and lower until his hand is resting at the peak of my legs. He presses down and I make a noise in the back of my throat at being touched so intimately.

He tears his lips away. His green eyes burn into me. He rubs me there, his knee pressing his own hand into me. I don’t know how we’ve gone from zero to sixty, but I have a sneaking suspicion it’s all the adrenaline. I can’t lay claim to having control over my body right now. “Sweet, Tessa.” He runs his free hand over my cheek and then behind my head. He arches into me, and I feel his need for me plainly through his uniform.

Holy fuck his uniform. I reach up, plastering my hands over the Rockport insignia.

I groan, arching my hips into him, so he’s sliding over my clit.

He takes a deep breath. “Fuck.” For a moment, everything stops. His eyes slice through me, staring me down.

Slowly, he removes his hand, but it’s immediately sneaking past the waistband of my jeans. I suck my stomach in to give him room. I want his hand on me. Just me. They ease right past my underwear until his fingers press onto my nub. “Alec,” I groan.

He swallows, his determination stronger and stronger. He swirls his finger over my clit until I’m putty in his hands. All I can do is squirm, waiting for my orgasm to come because it’s so coming. Right here in this little room before the locker room with Alec’s hands down my pants. He moves forward and kisses me again, claiming my lips while he swirls faster. My nails dig into his neck until I’m trembling in his arms.

“Oh God, Alec,” I say just as I’m thrown over the edge, panting against his lips as his fingers slow to a sensual circling. He moves his knee, and I return to my feet, which I think I’ve been on this whole time, but honestly, I can’t think of anything anymore but him. He withdraws his hands from my jeans, but leaves his hand sprawled against my stomach. His now wet finger makes a trail against my stomach.

He leans over me, his chin resting on my head. “Fuck,” he breathes. I can feel him swallow, but then he’s moving away from me. “I’ll meet you by your car when I’m done.”

I watch him retreat, his fine ass purely displayed in the uniform before he slips into the locker room. I press my head back against the wall and try to get my bearings. What the hell just happened?

And why was it so good that I want to do it again like right now?

20

When I make it out to the parking area, everyone else is gone. I can’t find Shawn, Matt, or Hayes anywhere, so I send Shawn and Matt a text making sure they have a ride. Shawn writes back that they were told to ride with Sloan.

I worry over my lip, hoping I’m not being left out of anything again. If they’re going to some recruit training that I’m going to get points taken off for, I’m going to be pissed. Orgasm or not, I’ll light into Alec so quick.

I jump on the hood of my car and lean back against the windshield. What the hell was that anyway? I’m not confused anymore over the fact that Alec wants me. Why he wants me when he and his friends have been terrible to me, I don’t know. I’ll probably never know.

The sun is so bright, I close my eyes until I hear the RHS bus start up across the lot. I turn my head, shield my eyes, and see Alec walking in front of the bus toward me. He’s dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, his huge sports duffel filled with baseball gear slung over his shoulder. His head is down while he walks, so it’s hard to gauge his mood. Is he mad? Is he wondering when we can do that again? I sure as hell am even though I know it’s a dumb move. This could throw everything off.

Then again, no one liked me before, and that was a sucky dynamic, too.

When he gets closer, I sit up and dangle my feet over the car. The motorbus pulls away. The windows are so tinted that it’s impossible to see if anyone is looking at us or not. Alec slows his steps until the bus takes a left at the end of the road and moves out of view. Then, he drops his bag and moves into me, pushing my legs apart so he can scoot inside. In this position, I’m a little taller than him. His hair is now completely wet from the showers, but it’s been combed through. He looks so clean cut now that his dirty uniform is off and he’s in nice clothes.

I let him make a move. I don’t put my arms around him. I don’t say anything. Chalk it up to being confused as to what’s going on. I know what I want to do, but I let him take control.

He puts his hands around my hips and pulls me closer. The wind whips my hair, so I shake my head until it all falls behind me. His green eyes latch onto mine. “I’m sorry and not sorry that happened.” His gaze sweeps over my lips. “Actually, the only thing I’m sorry about is that it happened where it did.”

I stare into his eyes. “I don’t understand,” I tell him, and I’m pretty sure that’s the most honest thing that’s ever passed my lips.

His fingers dig into me, his thumbs passing over my skin in small circles. A momentary cloud passes over him, but then he says, “Is it enough for right now if I say I like you Tessa?” He looks away, his jaw hard. “I thought you were one way, but now that I know you’re different, I want to see what this is.” His gaze falls to my lap, and he slides his fingertips down my arms. “Maybe it was me being hyped from the game, but you’re the first person I thought of to share it with. I wanted to wrap my arms around you. God, I wanted to do so, so much more.”

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