Page 56 of Silent Count
“I’m sure I will. If Noelle and Charlie aren’t going down there, I’ll probably watch the game with them. What position do you play again?” I put my index finger on my chin.
He smirks. “I’ll be the one throwing the ball.”
“Ahh … the wide receiver?” I fake.
“Ha-ha, funny girl.” He starts to tickle me.
“No! I’m so ticklish.” I try to move his hands away, but he’s too strong. “Uncle! Okay, okay.” He stops, and I take his hands in mine. “Don’t worry; I not only know what position you play, but I have your number too.”
“You do, do you?” He lifts his eyebrows.
I nod dramatically, then hold an imaginary microphone in my hand. “Number six. Starting quarterback for the Walker University Stallions, Bo Callaway!” I drop my hands from my mouth. “Wait, or do they call you Columbus?” I know they don’t, but I will nevernotbring this up.
“Very funny. You want to be tickled again?” He lifts me up and sets me on his lap, then places a kiss on my neck.
“Nah, I’m good.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders. “Did you see everything you needed to see on the TV?”
He trails more kisses up my neck, nips my earlobe, then moves toward my lips. “I did.” One of his hands is holding me around my waist, and the other starts making its way into my tank top. When he reaches my breast, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger, making me gasp.
“Good. You should probably get to bed. You have a very busy day tomorrow. School, practice …” I drop my head to the side to give him more access to my neck.
“Don’t forget; I have my test tomorrow too.” He reminds me between kisses.
I turn my face toward his. “That’s right; you do. So, we should definitely get you to bed.” I kiss him on the lips slowly.
In one swift motion, he stands with me in his arms. “I agree. We should go to bed.” He walks into the hallway. “Which one is yours?”
I point to my room. “That one.” I can’t help the smile spreading on my face.
When we reach my room, he strides toward the bed and lays me gently on top. “But first, I need to study a little more. My tutor likes to be thorough.” He pulls my shorts off my body first, then strips off my tank top.
“You probably should. One more recap.”
I scoot back further onto the bed and watch as he sets his phone on my nightstand and removes his sweatpants. He’s hard again, and it’s stirring heat low in my belly.
“Practice makes perfect and all that, right?” He climbs onto the bed, then trails kisses up my thigh as his hands hold my hips in place. “In fact, I think I’ll start right here.” He places a kiss right on top of my pussy.
When his tongue slides through my center, I let out a moan. “That seems like a good idea.”
He hums in agreement and then continues to study. Every. Inch. Of. My. Body.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
BO
September is flying by.We’re on a hot streak of winning games, and I’m having the best season of my career. My psychology class? I’m acing it. It’s because of my hot, amazing tutor.
After the night we slept together for the first time, I got a B on my test, which brought my grade up to secure my eligibility. I’m not sure I really need tutoring anymore, but Coach said I can continue for the whole semester, so I’m gonna take it. As much time I can spend with Chelsea, the better.
I attribute all the good things happening to her. She’s my lucky charm. I even started calling her Lucky. At first, I don’t think she liked it much, but now, she does. She just won’t admit it.
We spend most nights together at her place or mine. Our friends didn’t even blink when they saw us cuddling together on the couch one night. It was as if it had always been like this. And in a way, it does feel like Chelsea’s been in my life longer than she has been. I’m loving every minute of being with her. And she seems to be happy too.
This weekend, we have a bye week, so as a group, Chelsea, Casey, Noelle, Charlie, Brooke, Silas, and I came to the Oklahoma State Fair. It was the girls’ idea. They wanted to come see the rodeo.
I’ve never been to a rodeo. And I have to say, I’m already impressed. The arena is packed. Rows of seating circles the center of the arena, where I assume all the action takes place. There are banners and flags hanging from the ceiling, and there are chutes at one end, where I guess they hold the animals before they come out. It smells like a barn in here, which is to be expected, but not all that pleasant, if I’m being honest. There are cows walking around the ring, their handlers holding on to them by ropes. It looks like they’re walking a giant dog.
