Page 32 of Body Checking
She places a kiss on my lips then begins to work her way off of me and over to her seat. Her jeans still hang off of one leg and I reach down and find one shoe that ended up beneath us.
“Where’s the other one?” She asks, fighting with her jeans as she puts them back on.
I shrug and tuck my now flacid dick back into my pants. “I don’t even remember you taking them off.”
She finally gets her legs back into her jeans, but now she struggles to zip herself up. She puffs then throws the door open and hops out. I watch as she works her zipper up thenraises her head comically slow. A weird smile crosses her face and she lifts one hand in a stiff wave.
“Well it looks like I missed out on all the fun.” I lean over the center console and crawl over the seat to stick my head out of the door to see who’s voice I heard.
And there, standing with a big bright smile and hands on her hips is Bryn.
“I’m…we’re…sorry?” Maren says, still barefoot and disheveled.
“I’m the one who’s sorry. If I would have come out just a bit sooner to bring you my number, I may have gotten that invite I’m wanting.” Bryn steps close to Maren and holds a card out to her, presumably with her phone number.
“Not a chance, B. Keep it moving,” I tell her.
She winks at me and hands off her card as she says, “Well darn. I would wish you both a good night, but it seems that you already did. G’night.”
She places a little kiss on Maren’s cheek and gives her a smack on the ass as she walks away. Under the fluorescent glow of the lamp post, I watch my girl’s cheeks heat to a bright red. Then one hand rubs the spot on her cheek where Bryn kissed her, and rubs the other hand over the spot she smacked.
“I told you, baby. You’re fucking hot and more than just me wants a piece of you.” Maren climbs back into the truck and leans over to kiss me.
“You’re the only one I’m offering up servings to.”
Fuck. I think I’m in love.
IT'S SATURDAY night and Sasha is dragging me out to watch the Havoc game at a damn sports bar when all I really want to do is climb into my Hammer jersey –and that alone– cuddle under my fuzzy blanket, and drink a beer while I watch my man yell at his guys.
My man. It still sounds foreign to my ears to call him, Cade “The Hammer” Hamlin, my man. Six months ago I would have spit my water out in your face if you said that I’d be in a relationship with the star of my teenage dreams. I wouldn’t believe it myself if it weren’t for the texts and pictures on my phone. I have yet to make the relationship insta official, but I feel like that could be the kiss of death, so I’ll just keep it to myself for now.
“You cannot wear your jersey, Mare. I’m putting the kibosh on that shit now. Put on a cute pair of jeans and that silky tank, prop the girls up then let’s go.” Sasha turns side to side looking at her reflection in the mirror as she models which one of my pair of shoes she’s going to steal.
“You know those don’t fit you, Cinderella?” Her feet aren't much smaller than mine and I’m sure she could make it work, but if they go on her feet I’ll never see them again.
“Hush your face and change those fucking leggings and jersey. I will not leave this house with you inthat.”
“I’m so glad that out of all the best friends you could have made yours, you picked me,” I tell her with a fake smile.
She responds with a middle finger and a tongue out. I reach for my dark blue, high waisted jeans and instead of the silky tank that offers me no support, I grab a Blondie cropped t-shirt and a sexy pair of red booties. Sasha gives me her thumbs up when I lay it all out on the bed, and begin testing the stretch of the denim.
I let out a huff when I get myself all tucked in, zipped up and smoothed out. Sasha lets out a loud whistle and I give her a little shimmy and shake. I feel good in this outfit and I’m glad Sasha bullied me into changing.
“C’mere, Sash. Let’s take a quick photo before we leave. Then we’ll do the wholeI’ve had this many drinkspic.” I wave her to me and she skips over.
I hold the phone up in front of us and we look at the camera, give it our best non-duck face but still pouty lips look, and snap it. I flip the camera and take one of us inthe mirror, then she quickly snatches the phone from my hand.
“Let me get one of you for the Hammer.” I roll my eyes with a smile and move from side to side to find the perfect angle. “Stop squirming. You look like you have to pee. Just be you. That’s who he loves most.”
I freeze, only my eyes moving in Sasha’s direction, as my brain tries to process what she said. “He does not love me. That’s just crazy.”
“Oh he does,” she says and begins tapping at my screen. “You can see it when he looks at you. He’s like a cartoon character, stars in his eyes and floating a cloud of pink cotton candy.”
“Are you taking fucking pictures? Stop. I need to pose.” She keeps tapping away and I take a deep breath to calm myself so that at least one picture is viable. “Are you done?” I ask.
Her eyes fly across the screen and then she says, “Yup. Here ya go.”
She hands it back and I immediately see it light up with a text. Opening it, I see a picture of me –not a bad one– and a response from Cade that reads,Damn baby. Why don’t you lift up that top and show me those beautiful tits >
