Page 64 of Pick Six
“They can be. I might smile at a woman there too. You never know, you might have to keep an eye on me.”
“Yeah, yeah. I was waiting to see how long it would take you to tease me about that, but you know, I might talk to a guy there, and then what?”
“Fair point. Gonna have to keep you close.” I grin at her.
“Do I get to go home and change first? I don’t want to be wearing this at whatever party Tobias is throwing. I’m sure it’s much fancier than jeans and a jersey.”
“A little, yeah.” I smirk at her. “I got clothes in my bag so we can just run you by your place and then head there.”
“You can usethe bathroom to change if you want.” She nods to it as I follow her back to her bedroom so she can grab clothes when we get to her place.
“Saint, I strip down in front of so many people, I’m definitely not worried about doing it in front of you.”
“Fair, but have you considered that I might not be able to handle it?” she asks as she starts undoing the jeans she has on and pushing them down her legs.
“I mean, I might not be able to handle you in that jersey.” I smirk at her as I take my pants off and set them on the edge of her bed, opening my bag so I can grab the clothes I’d stashed inside for tonight.
“Your thighs and your ass are unfair.” She points as her lip rolls in a mock pout.
“Yeah? Well, everything about you is unfair,” I say as I close the gap between us.
My lips are on hers a second later. I wrap my arms around her and drag her body against me, desperate for the feel of her. She kisses me back with an eagerness that surprises me. I’d expected her to put me off. Tell me she has to get dressed for the party. But her hands are all over me like she’s been planning this all day.
My hands go to the jersey she has on, and I tear it off her in record time, tossing it to the floor. She pulls at the hem of my shirt and slides it up over my chest and head with my help as she stands on her tiptoes. She’s tall, but I still tower over her and a knowing smirk forms on her lips every time she’s reminded of that difference. I’m just glad for the things about me that she enjoys.
We’re playing an unspoken game, trading turns to remove pieces of each other’s clothes as we move toward the bed. I pull her down onto my lap as we reach it, and she straddles me, kissing me as I unhook her bra. Then she leans back so I can slide it off her arms. I toss it to the floor as she studies me for a moment. Something lights her face as she looks at me like she’s remembering something or thinking of something I don’t quite understand, and her lips quirk under the pressure. The roll of amusement hits her, and she laughs softly, making me question what exactly she’s thinking about.
“What?” I ask her curiously as my fingers roam over her skin. It’s so fucking soft under my hands that I can’t get enough of touching her.
“I—no, you’re going to judge me so hard. I’m not telling you.”
“Now you’re definitely telling me.” I raise my brow as my hands slide over her thighs. “What am I judging you for?”
“Nothing.”
“Saint…”
“No. You’re going to think I’m weird and I—”
“You can either tell me or I can torture it out of you, your choice.” I smirk as I slide my fingers between her thighs, brushing them over her through the cotton.
Her eyes flutter shut, and she shifts against me, sliding her tongue over her lower lip before she finally breaks and tells me what I need to hear.
“I just… today when you were playing. Watching you is honestly kind of mesmerizing. The way your uniform fits every bit of you perfectly, with the eye black and the gloves you wear. It’s weirdly fucking sexy. Like I didn’t think I was into uniforms or whatever, but I think I’m developing new fetishes as a result of watching you. When they show you up on the screens on the sidelines all out of breath, your hair damp with sweat and you’re toying with your mouthguard as you watch the offense do their thing. Concentrating so hard while you’re focused on the game. It’s hot as hell to watch and I just want to follow you down to the locker room and have you fuck me up against a wall when you’re like that. And then there’s like you… Alex, the one I know who laughs and jokes with me after the game. Sometimes I forget those are the same person. It seems impossible that all those perfect things fit in one person, really. It’s just a little overwhelming and intimidating… and hot. So it makes me laugh a little that somehow the universe has decided that I get to have all of that.”
Her confession hits me like a ton of bricks, sweeping the breath out of my lungs because I didn’t realize she watched me that carefully or that she thinks about me that much. I know she wants me, but that she fantasizes about me like this is brand new fucking information that has my heart skipping beats and my cock swelling from how much I want her.
“Holy fuck, Saint…”
THIRTY-FIVE
Harper
When my eyes open again,he’s just staring at me a little aghast with his eyebrow sky high.
“See!” I can feel a blush hitting my cheeks. “I knew I shouldn’t tell you. I told you this crush thing…”
“I fucking love this crush thing. Christ… I fucking love it.”
