Page 25 of Flip the Field
Brady pulled me into him and kissed the top of my head. I yawned. “Am I boring you?” He chuckled.
“No, you kept me up all night.” I tilted my head to peer into his eyes. They were droopy with sleep.
“I kept you up all night…” He narrowed his eyes. “I was fully prepared to go home when you grabbed my dick.”
I shrugged and yawned again. “You shouldn’t be so sexy.”
“I’ll try and tone it down.” Brady captured my lips in his and held me to him. “I’ll see you later.” He laid another kiss on my cheek and turned toward the sports complex. I watched him jog away then disappear around the next corner.
“Amerie,” I gasped and swung around. Emmy waved and stepped up to me.
“You scared me,” I held my chest.
“Sorry.” We walked toward class. “So, you and Brady?”
If I could blush, I would. “Yeah.”
“He’s super cute,” She hugged herself. “Intense, but cute.”
“He’s a great guy, just takes him a minute to open up.” I felt the need to defend him.
“So, what are you doing for Thanksgiving?” Emmy asked.
“My dad’s flying here to pick me up and then we’re driving to Cape Neddick to spend the holiday with friends.” I rubbed my hands together as we reached the building my class was held in. “This is me.”
“Oh, cool,” She nodded. “Is Brady going with you?”
“I don’t think so,” I hadn’t given it much thought yet. “They play on Saturday, so I’m not sure if he can even leave campus with practice and stuff.”
“Oh, right.” She looked around. “I’m going to be staying here, too.”
“We’re going to have lunch before heading out. I’ll send you details if you’re still up for meeting my dad.”
“Absolutely,” Emmy hugged me and stepped back. “Let me know where and when. I’ll see you later.”
I climbed the steps into the campus building and wondered if Brady would want to meet my dad. We’d only been together for a couple of months, and I hadn’t told my dad about him. Brady didn’t have much family. He and his mom didn’t really talk, but I wondered if he’d told his friends about me. I was too tired to think about it now.
My after-sex glow faded quick.
The rest of my day dragged on. I slugged toward my house around four p.m. and couldn’t wait to fall into bed and recover from last night and this morning.
My exhaustion didn’t keep the sexy thoughts at bay. All day, images of Brady’s touch and smell and taste had been swimming through my brain. Not only was I tired, but I was also horny and had trouble focusing.
I crawled into bed and slept solidly for two hours.
A text from Brady woke me up around six p.m.
Brady: On my way.
I jumped up and showered and shaved. I pulled on a long sleeve sweatshirt and shorts, then cleaned up my room, straightening the sheets. Brady knocked on my door a few minutes later.
I ran to it and swung it open.
“Hi,” He shuffled across the threshold, kissed my cheek, and flopped onto the sofa. He yawned.
“Hi,” I shivered from the night air, realizing I still had the door open as I watched him. I closed and locked it. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” He yawned again. “Coach got pissed because everyone half-assed during practice, so he made us run the stadium.”
