Page 116 of A Little Crush
“Yeah, no shit,” he returns, but there’s a lightness in his tone, softening his words as he looks down, watching his cum drip down my thigh. “Fuck, why is that hot?” Scrubbing his hand over his face, he reaches for the paper towels, wets them in the sink, and cleans me up, being extra gentle as I hiss through my teeth.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks.
Yes. But it’s a good hurt. Like sore muscles after a solid workout or something.
Licking my lips, I reply, “I wanted harder. You gave me harder.”
With a low chuckle, he leans down and brushes his fingers against my cheek. “I’m sorry I lost control.”
“Don’t be,” I argue as my mind replays exactly what we just did. In an airplane restroom. With his team a few feet away. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from grinning as my face’s temperature rises. “That was…hot.”
“Shouldn’t have come inside you. Not without your permission. I’m sorry.”
“I already told you that you could,” I return, referring to the night he took my virginity.
He tosses the used paper towel into the small garbage can, then twists me to face him. “Still.” He pecks at my lips. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I promise.”
Squeezing my thighs together, I admit, “And what if I want it to?”
His brows dip. “You sure?”
I nod.
With a smirk, he entwines our fingers together and kisses my knuckles. “Then I’ll make sure it happens again…on one condition.”
“And what condition is that?”
“You tell Crowther you’re not interested.”
My mouth curves up. “He already knows we’re just friends. I told him when he dropped me off after the banquet.”
Jaxon’s gaze narrows. “Are you shitting me?”
“Nope.” I kiss him again. “But I really like jealous Jaxon. He can stop by anytime. And I meananytime.”
With a resounding smack, Jaxon’s palm slaps against my ass, and I yelp in surprise before bursting out laughing.
Yup. I like jealous Jaxon a lot.
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Istill don’t know how we did it. How we walked out of that bathroom without looking guilty as hell, but somehow, we managed it. They won two away games and lost the third, but Jaxon didn’t freak out like the first game of the season. Part of me wonders if it’s because he’s found a good coping mechanism—aka burying himself inside of me afterward and finding solace in my body. Or maybe he’s growing accustomed to the social pressures of being the head coach and a few losses here and there aren’t enough to make him crumble. Then again, I’m not sure it matters.
When we aren’t traveling with the team, I’ve been staying at his home. In his bed. Ever since we slept together. And even though we’ve been keeping things under wraps in general, the sleepovers have been…eye opening. And really,reallyenjoyable.
Thankfully, Maverick is traveling with Ophelia, so I told my parents I’ve been staying at their house to keep an eye on things, and they haven’t batted an eye. Hades seems to like ithere, too. If Jaxon had his own yard on top of the penthouse, I’m pretty sure he’d never want to leave.
Stretching my arms over my head, I move toward Jaxon’s side of the mattress, only to find him resting his back against the headboard with a phone in his hands.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
Without tearing his attention from his cell, he answers, “I had an idea.”
I rub at my tired eyes. “Okay?”
He clicks a few more times on his screen, then tosses his cell to the end of the bed and gives me his sole focus. “Do you think your parents would be okay watching Hades for a day or two?”
