Page 49 of Game On

Heat pools in my belly. I hand him the keys, and he smirks. “Does this mean I’ll be getting a congratulatory kiss?”

“You’ll have to come over to find out.”

Alec doesn’t need directions as he winds the car up the hill and right into my driveway. When we get there, I tell him my mom’s at yoga and there are plenty of spare trunks if he wants to change into one or…

“Or?”

I bite my lip. “Or you can swim in your underwear,” I say, trying to seem calm about all this. “It’s all the same.”

“It’s all the same, huh? I think I’ll go in my boxer briefs then.”

My face heats. But isn’t that exactly what I wanted?

I open the door for him, and we walk inside. I tell him I’m going to grab us some snacks and that I’ll meet him out there when really, I’m going to change into my bikini, then grab some snacks and meet him out there.

Once he’s already out into the screen enclosed pool room, I run upstairs, whip off my clothes and change into my royal blue sports bikini. I walk down with a couple of beach towels and then head into the kitchen, grabbing every chip bag we have and then some waters before taking them into the sunroom and setting them on the table. The sunroom opens up into the screened-in pool. When I get out there, Alec is already in the pool, his hair slicked back. His penetrating gaze makes goosebumps sprout over my arms and then move down my body. His gaze never leaving mine, he says, “Jesus, Tessa.”

“Are you hungry?” I ask, trying to hide the waver in my voice.

He shakes his head, then follows me as I walk down the pool steps and right toward him. I move him back until his shoulders hit the side of the pool. The lower half of his body is hidden by the water, but his chest is a beautiful expanse of chiseled muscles. When I move closer, he takes my hips again. “Congratulations,” I tell him, right before I raise to my tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. He pulls me closer, and sure enough, he was right about boxer briefs not being the same thing as swim trunks. I can feel every rigid part of him as he moves me closer.

His fingers press against my ribs, then dance over them. When he pulls away, he says, “Can I ask you a question?”

I lean into him, my breasts pressing into his chest as I nod. “Are you a virgin?”

I gasp a little. I wasn’t expecting a question like that so soon. Biting my lip, I shake my head.

“Who?” Alec asks, his voice hard. His fingers press into me.

“His name’s Andrew. He’s from Broadwell. I broke up with him when I decided to go to Rockport.”

“And he let you go?” He looks me over. “Fucking idiot.”

Thinking of Andrew makes me think of Tiff, the friend I still haven’t heard from since I moved. Oh well. I guess we weren’t as close as I thought. I bet the Ballers never would let even a different school come between them.

Alec’s hand skates over my ribs, then closes over my breast. I let out a solitary gasp. Did I just think the other day how I don’t like having breasts? I was wrong. So wrong. Alec lowers his head, dropping a kiss in my cleavage. “I saw you sitting on Sloan’s lap earlier.” His mouth continues over the curve of my breast, so I can’t even respond. “I’m glad someone is looking out for you while I’m not there.”

His thumb passes over my nipple, and it hardens at his touch. I press my hips into his. “You’re not mad?”

“Jealous as fuck,” he says. “But not mad.” He rocks into me, the water adding another element of arousal as it splashes up over my breasts.

We kiss again, a tangle of tongues and moans until I’m pressed against him and he’s straining toward my center. It would be so easy just to pull our bottoms down and give in to what we want. So easy.

I want to. I want Alex inside me. We both know it, but for some reason, we don’t. He kisses my forehead. “Plenty of time,” he says, before he moves my bikini bottoms out of the way and strokes my center with his finger.

I tremble in his arms. “Alec.”

“I know.” He strokes me again, then presses his finger inside me. I cry out. I feel as if I’m going to fall to pieces. It never felt like this with Andrew. It was like going through the motions, not some super hot I want it now urge.

He moves his finger inside me, and I roll my hips into him unabashedly. Over his boxer briefs, I grab his dick, running my hands down it. “Jesus Christ. Fuck, Tessa,” he groans. There’s so many hands and fingers between us, but it doesn’t matter, we’re moving against one another until we’re both breathing heavy. The more one of us gives the other, the other gives it right back and then some until I’m so close I can scream. When my orgasm does hit, that’s exactly what I do. I cry out until Alec’s yearning groan cuts me off. His cock pulses in my hand, and I pump my fist over him until he shudders.

Eventually, he pulls his finger out of me, putting my bikini bottoms back in place. I release my hold on him, the blood in my wrist pulsing.

“I’m so fucked when it comes to you, Tessa Dale.” He leans over and kisses me again, his dark hair brushing my forehead.

Ditto. My body is still trying to come off its high, yet it wants more.

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