Page 51 of Lucky Baller
I pull her impossibly close and hand her the remote. I don’t care what we watch. Chances are, I’m only going to be watching her. She flips through the channels for several minutes before yawning. “Can’t find anything,” she says, tossing the remote beside her on the couch.
I’m not ready to take her home. We just got here. I just got her. She peers up at me, and I know what’s coming. She’s ready to go. “Can we go to bed?”
“You’re staying?”
“Unless that’s not okay? I can have Autumn come and pick me up.” She moves to sit up, but my hold is strong, keeping her next to me.
“No. I want you here.”
“Okay. I’m exhausted. It’s been a long day.”
“Yeah,” I agree. Game days always take a lot out of me. I stand from the couch, lace our fingers together, and bring her with me as I lock up the house and turn off the lights. I lead her to my room and give her some boxers and a T-shirt to sleep in. “There’s the bathroom. Take all the time you need. I’m going to go down the hall to the guest room to shower.”
“Okay.” Nothing but easy acceptance from my girl tonight.
She disappears behind the bathroom door, and I just stand here and stare after her. I meant what I said when I told her I just wanted her here in my space. For weeks, I’ve lain in bed at night, wishing she were here, lying next to me. I’m letting her take us where she wants this to go, but at the same time, I’m a man. A man who only has to hear her voice for my cock to take note. It’s going to be a long night, but I already know it’s going to be the best night I’ve ever had. Just because it’s her, Tessa. Just her presence alone makes it so.
Shaking out of my thoughts, I grab some clothes and head down the hall to grab another quick shower. Sure, I showered after the game, but I have to take care of business if I’m going to survive sleeping next to her tonight. Turning the water as hot as it will go, I strip out of my clothes and step in. The water massages my tense muscles. I’m not sure if it’s from the game or from knowing Tessa is staying with me tonight. Either way, the hot water does wonders. Grabbing the bottle of body wash, I squirt a handful into my hand and wrap it around my already hard cock.
It’s not hard to imagine her here with me, knowing she’s just down the hall. I close my eyes and remember what it felt like to have her in my arms. I remember the first taste of her on my tongue as we kissed.
My hand pumps faster.
Over and over again, I work my cock. My balls tighten, and I have to brace myself with my free hand on the shower wall to keep from losing my balance. My eyes are still closed as I let my mind wander to what it would feel like to be inside her. To hear her soft moans of pleasure. That’s all it takes. My back stiffens as my release pours out of me, and I call out for her. I should be worried she might hear me, but I couldn’t care less. I want her to know what she does to me. That just the mere thought of her brings me to my knees. I don’t play games, not when it comes tosomeone as important as Tessa. There’s never been anyone like her, not for me.
By the time I make it back to my room, Tessa is sitting on the side of my bed. She’s wearing a Cougars T-shirt with my name on the back. The jersey she wore today was similar, but this is different. This time, it’s my shirt against her skin, and sure, my name was on her back earlier today, but this feels… more.
“All set?” I ask, making my way to the opposite side of the bed. I don’t really have a side living alone. I can take the entire thing if I want, and most nights I end up in the middle. Tonight, though, that will be different. Tessa will have her side. I like that. I like it a lot.
“Yes. Thank you. I wasn’t sure if you prefer a side.” She nods toward the bed.
“No. It’s always just me, so I never have to choose.”
“Well, what side do you take when people sleep over?” she asks, like the words taste bitter in her mouth.
“No one stays here. At least not here in this room with me.”
“Come on, Landon. Be straight with me. I’m not a gentle flower. I can take it.”
“I don’t bring women here, Tessa. Just my mother. That’s me being straight with you. Look, I know we’ve skirted around this, but just because I was photographed at an event with a woman doesn’t mean I slept with her. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not a saint and have never claimed to be. This is my home, Tess. My place to just be me. I don’t bring random women into my sanctuary.”
“You brought me here.”
I walk back around the bed, and her eyes follow me as I stop to stand in front of her. Bending down, I cradle either side of her face in my hands. “You’re different, Tessa. I want you here.”
“Only me, huh?” A slow smile crosses her face. “So I get to pick my side of the bed?”
I can’t help it. I have to kiss her. Leaning in, I place a loud, smacking kiss on her lips. “Yeah, baby. You can pick your side of the bed.”
She nods. “Okay. Get in.” She stands and gives me a pointed look, telling me she means business.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine a spitfire of a beautiful woman would be bossing me around, but here we are. Shaking my head at her antics, I head back to the other side of the bed and climb under the covers.
“You settled?”
“Yes.”
I watch her as she turns out the lamp on her side—well, the side she’s standing on—and the room is bathed in darkness. I feel the bed dip and the covers ruffle as she climbs beneath them. I exhale with the knowledge that she’s just claimed her side when I feel her moving, and then her body is right next to mine.
