Page 126 of A Little Crush
Aaaand why do I suddenly feel like crying?
With the sleeve of my oversized Lions jersey, I pat the corner of my eye while biting the inside of my cheek to keep the tears at bay, but it’s really hard. Like, really hard. Because Jaxon has always felt like the missing puzzle piece in my life. The idea of me being the same for him is…it’s a lot. More than I’d ever hoped for. And yeah, it’s not like Jaxon has officially told me this, but coming from his mom? Someone who knows him better than most? It means a lot to me. I just hope she’s right.
“Rory’s always looked out for Jax,” my mom points out.
“Very true,” Aunt Ash agrees. “Same way he’s always looked out for you. Speaking of which.” She brightens. “How was your miniature golf date with Crowther a few weeks ago? Were you able to use what Jax showed you?”
My eyes widen. “Oh. Uh, it didn’t end up happening after Eric got the news about his mom, but, uh,” I frown, “we decided we’re better off as friends, anyway, so…”
“You and Crowther?” Aunt Ash asks.
Ignoring the golfball lodged in my throat, I force myself to nod. “Mm-hmm.”
“Mmm, gotcha.” She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Probably for the best. I’m still rooting for you, though. You’re a catch. You’ll find someone awesome.”
“Mm-hmm,” I repeat as my fingers find the denim of my jeans.
One, two, three.Pause.One, two, three.Pause.One, two, three.
“Did you see that?” Raine shouts, her nose practically pressed to the glass. “They scored again!”
And just like that, everyone’s attention is back on the game, and I can finally breathe again.
For now, anyway.
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JAXON
“You did amazing!” Rory gushes as soon as we reach my office. After the win, the team showered, I gave a quick speech, then we went to the conference area to answer reporters and give my two cents on the game. By all counts, I should be exhausted. But finding Rory in my office waiting to congratulate me is enough to renew my energy.
“Thanks.” I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close.
“Um, excuse me, sir.” Her body goes rigid. Peeking over her shoulder at the glass windows, she challenges, “You sure this is a good idea?”
Despite the closed blinds, I understand where she’s coming from, but I’m too elated by the win to give a shit. Honestly, even without the W, part of me thinks I still wouldn’t give a shit. The more time I spend with Rory, the quieter my reservations become.
“Anyone who’s still in the building knows to leave me alone when my office door is closed.” I lean in and peck her lips. “We’re good.”
Relaxing into my hold, she drags her hands along my pecs before wrapping them around my neck. “Well, if that’s the case.” Her chin lifts and she rises onto her tiptoes, closing a bit of the gap between us before I do the rest of the work and meet her halfway, kissing her gently.
Fuck, I missed her. I saw her before the game and stole a few glances up to the box where she was watching me during it. She even slept in my bed last night, but none of these facts eased the weight of her absence. How the hell did I survive the past ten years or so?
Dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips, I kiss her deeper, riding the high of today’s win as my cock hardens against her stomach. I wasn’t lying before. The locker room’s empty, and anyone still in the facility knows not to bother me when my office door is closed. I slide my hands lower, cupping her ass and pulling her into me. Maybe we could?—
My phone buzzes on the desk behind us.
Ignoring it, I slip my hands beneath the hem of her oversized Lions jersey, dragging my fingers along her spine.
The phone buzzes again.
She tears her mouth from mine. “You gonna answer it?”
“I’ll call them back later.” My hands trail down to her ass again as I dive in for another kiss. Brushing her tongue against mine, she sucks me deeper, and the feeling shoots straight to my cock. Apparently, we’re on the same page. Thank fuck. I grab the backs of her thighs and lift her up, setting her on the desk.
“Mmm,” she hums. Threading her fingers through my hair, she kisses me harder, opening her mouth and letting me steal another taste of her.
My phone buzzes again, and she pulls away, arching her brow.
