Page 78 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“Linc! Oh my God! Yes!”
That’s it. Hearing my name being screamed by her as she holds me hostage is the death of me. Literally, as I feel myself come in my pants like a fucking sixteen-year-old.
Worth it.
“Fuck, Ainsley,” I groan, my body convulsing along with her, but mine more of a surprise than hers probably was.
Holy fuck…that’s never happened to me. I’ve always been able to control myself. Then again, I’ve never been around a woman like Ainsley Banks before.
“Holy Moses,” she says, her voice shaky as her breathing starts to come down. “That was…”
“Yes, it was,” I say, kissing her lips to help bring me down as well. “You’re beautiful, you know that right?”
There’s the blush. I just fucking came in my pants but I swear just with that little bit of color in her cheeks, I’m hard all over again.
What is this woman doing to me…
“Thank you,” she whispers, her yawn coming almost immediately.
“You don’t need to thank me. Ever,” I say. “I’ll be right back.”
I kiss her one more time before maneuvering off the couch to head to my bedroom. I quickly strip from my jeans and boxers, throw a new pair on with some Fury joggers, and grab a washcloth for her. When I make it back to the living room, I smile as I see that it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.
“Sweet dreams, Ainsley Mae,” I say, bringing a blanket to drape over us after I clean her up. “I know I will.”
“What has our boy smiling like that?”
“Smiling like what?” I try to play Maddox’s comment off, but I know the cheesy smile on my face is giving me away. “Can’t a guy be happy?”
“He can. But he usually isn’t when it’s our long day of practice and Coach is in a particular mood.”
I wave Maddox off. “I don’t know what you mean. The sun is shining. It’s not scorching hot outside. We got a win last week, and we’re going to win again this week. All reasons to have a smile on my face.”
Maddox looks at me with a raised brow, and I think he’s going to drop it before Wyatt comes sliding into the conversation.
“Or, does it have something to do with the fact that Ainsley spent the night last night?”
Again, because a grown-ass football team is comprised of ten-year-old boys, teammates not even involved in this conversation give me an “ooooohhhh.”
Though I can’t blame them. If this was Wyatt or Maddox, or really anyone, I’d be doing the same damn thing.
“How the fuck did you know she stayed?” I ask as I finish putting on my gear for today’s practice.
“Saw you walk her to her car,” he says. “Ten out of ten on the kiss goodbye.”
I roll my eyes. Though he’s right. It was a damn good kiss. “You’re an idiot.”
He gives me a slap on the back. “I’m proud of you. You’ve got yourself a good one.”
“We ever going to see her again?” Maddox asks. “I feel bad that I didn’t properly get to know her the night of karaoke. Maybe she has a friend you could introduce me to?”
“She doesn’t,” Wyatt snaps.
“Damn,” Maddox says, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay then. Maybe a sister?”
I shake my head as I sit down to tie my cleats. “Three, but they’re all in relationships or married. Sorry, buddy. You’ll have to continue your manwhore ways somewhere else.”
“I’m not a manwhore. I’m an equal opportunity lover.”
