Page 89 of Unrivaled Love
"Anyway, thank you, I couldn’t have done it without you. Enjoy the food and drinks and have a good time."
I try to discreetly wipe my sweaty palms on my shorts by clapping against my thigh. The sounds of the party turn muffled like I put on noise cancelling headphones.
Shit.
The time away was supposed to help me but I'm locking up like I did in D.C. and the more I think about tomorrow the worse it gets. "Excuse me," I mutter to no one in particular before I scurry into the house.
Fragments of bright white light flick in my vision as I grip the railing and climb the stairs. I barely make it to my room before my knees give out and I end up on the floor leaning against my bed.
"Fuck. Fuck," I curse as I try to take a deep breath. I need to get my shit together. There is a whole party of people downstairs waiting for me.
My family. My friends. My teammates.
And Jo.
"Bryson?"
Shit. She can't see me like this. I need to close and lock the door but my joints are locked up. I am paralyzed waiting as I hear her coming up the stairs.
"Oh, babe," she says as she reaches the door. She closes it behind her, crouches down in front of me, and takes my face in her palm. "You're okay, Bryson. You're safe. You're in your childhood bedroom and I bet the porny magazines are still hiding under your mattress."
A wheeze of a laugh struggles to get out. She rubs my temples gently.
"I’ve wondered over the years if your mom redecorated your room. And nope, it looks exactly the same. Even the trophy shelf. And from here, I can’t see a speck of dust.” She shakes her head slightly. “I can't believe you still have the Elizabethtown poster on the wall."
"You know why it's still up." I work out.
"No, I don't. I mean we saw it together, didn't we?"
"Yeah," I lift my hands and settle them on her thighs. My body is starting to feel more loose, breathing is already easier when her scent is blended into the air. "The ticket stub is under the mattress too."
"Really?" She asks and I nod as I slip my hands under her skirt. She sighs softly at my touch.
"I wanted to do this the whole movie.” I lean forward and nip at her ear. I can remember the tiny denim skirt she wore that night, with the frilly lace tank top and the GJHS Soccer sweatshirt she threw on in the theater to keep warm. “I actually went back and saw it again two days later.”
“You did? Why?”
“Because you kept talking about it and I hadn’t watched a second of that film.”
“You didn’t?” Jo’s question comes out quietly, like she already knows the answer.
“I was watching you.”
"Bryson," she says. I can’t tell if it’s a scolding, a question, or a confirmation.
"What kind of panties did you get?" I ask breathless for completely different reasons than moments before.
"Find out for yourself." She taunts as she settles into my lap.
I let my hands skim up under the hem of her dress and find delicate lace against her skin.
"Atta girl." I praise as I run my palms over the gentle curve of her hips, around to her ass, tucking lower to tease her pussy from behind through the thin fabric.
"Now? There’s a party downstairs." She whispers.
"I can be quick." I tell her as I slide my fingers along her core.
"Jesus," she curses as her head falls forward to rest on my shoulder. Her hips grind down on my lap and my dick is begging to be set free.
