Page 191 of Built to Fall
“I think I need to start lifting again.” Suddenly, it feels like it’s been a lot longer since I’ve been in the football training facility.
Her gaze through the mirror is gripping my dick, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything else.
Savannah pretends to gag as she leaves the bathroom, unplugging her curling iron and taking it with her.
Lina hops down from the counter, wincing when she lands weird on her heel.
I reach out for her on instinct, and she swats my hand away, but only half-heartedly. Her fingers linger on my wrist like she’s not ready to let go either.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods, twisting toward the mirror again to swipe on some lip gloss. “Just sore. I sat in that sink too long.”
“Are you gonna make it through the night?” I ask, a hint of teasing in my tone as I brush the rest of her hair out of her face. A piece sticks to her lips, and she blows it away. It makes me smile.
Lina bows forward, resting her forehead on my chest. My hand automatically lands on the back of her head, my fingers getting lost in her hair, trying not to mess up the curls just put into place. “I hope so.”
“Why are you so tired?” I sleep next to her, and I usually notice if she tosses and turns throughout the night.
“I’m saving my energy for my supposed-to-be-a-surprise surprise party,” she says, a knowing glint in her eyes.
“How the hell did you find out?”
“I don’t reveal my sources.” She smiles, heading out of the bathroom and into her closet.
That means Eden.
“Well, there goes that.” I take a seat on her bed, where I have the perfect view of her pulling her oversized t-shirt over her head.
Making a show of turning toward me, my girlfriend is now completely naked from the waist up. “You have a party to attend,” I remind her.
She arches an eyebrow, stepping into the closet light like she’s center stage. “And yet you’re still sitting there. Not leaving. Not covering your eyes like a gentleman.”
“I covered my eyes for Eden,” I say, leaning back on my elbows. “You’re different.”
A snort leaves her, completely unbothered, as she grabs the top she’s wearing tonight off a hanger. It’s black. Tight. Tiny. It makes me want to commit crimes.
Without warning, she climbs onto the bed, straddling me without warning. Her chest is still bare, and her bra is dangling from one hand. Her knees press into either side of my hips, her mouth inches from mine when she says, “If I let you see the outfit before the party, will you behave?”
“No.”
A sexy smirk curls her lips. “Didn’t think so.”
She kisses me—quick, teasing, warm. Just a taste. Then she hops off like I’m nothing more than her personal furniture, grabbing her shirt and disappearing back into the closet. I try toreach out for her, but it’s no use. She throws her shirt over her head and begins rifling through her dresser for bottoms.
“Get dressed. Everyone’s waiting for you in the kitchen.”
I can hear the girls rustling around outside the bedroom door, and while we’re trying to keep it discreet, I’m not too worried about it now that she already knows about the party.
Right as she pulls a small denim skirt over her legs, someone from the kitchen calls,“Where’s the lighter?”
Lina laughs. “That’s for the candles on the cake, isn’t it?”
“Yep,” I say. “The one you’re not supposed to know about.”
“Right,” she mumbles, already reaching for her heels. “I’ll pretend to be surprised.”
She slips past me, and I follow, watching the way she glances over her shoulder and grins. She moves through the chaos as if she belongs in it. Like she created it.
