Page 68 of Topping the Jock
“We’ll both be getting some dick tonight,” Reed had said earlier that night over the phone before I’d gone over to Monty’s house.
He wasn’t wrong. However, I’d be the one doing the dicking. Monty’s ass was just too perfect. Literally the best sex of my life.
With a bag of goodies in hand, I walked to Monty’s front door and knocked. When the door opened, it took all my self-control not to laugh.
“What in god’s name are you supposed to be?” I asked, looking at his slicked-over hair, round glasses, and shirt with a vest over it. The shirt was tucked into tan pants.
“A nerd,” he said, holding his arms out and slowly turning in a circle. “You like it?”
“You’re a moron.”
He laughed and opened the door wider to let me inside. “What’s in the bag?”
I moved it away from his gaze so he couldn’t peek inside. “You’ll find out later.”
“Is it a trick or a treat?”
“A treat,” I responded, unable to contain my smile. A major treat for me. He’d like it too, even if he squirmed and hated me for a little bit. “I’m going to put it in your room. No peeking.”
“I won’t.” He grinned and went into the kitchen as I dropped the bag off in his room and closed the door.
The sound of popcorn popping in the microwave reached my ears as I joined him in the kitchen. Monty stood by the counter, bouncing in place as he waited for the timer to go off. Even when dressed like a total goober, he was still incredibly hot. His big muscles ruined the nerd effect a little too. It was hard to look dorky when his biceps were bulging and close to ripping the sleeves of his shirt.
“Like what you see?” he asked, catching me checking him out.
I pulled him to my chest before kissing him. He smiled against my lips and knotted his fingers in my hair.
We had been doing the dating thing for over a week. Although weird, I had started getting the hang of it. A little anyway. We’d gone out to dinner a few times, then to the movies once. He had even dragged me to an arcade Wednesday evening where I had kicked his ass at pool, then he’d kicked mine on the Pac-Man machine. We’d ordered a pizza and ate at one of the small tables, laughing like two teenagers as machines dinged and played music around us.
“Ready for a fun night of scares?” Monty asked, skimming his hands up and down my arms.
“You mean, there’s something scarier than your costume?”
When he laughed, the sound echoed in my chest. I had never wanted to make someone else so happy in all my life. I still had reserves about Monty, but he was quickly breaking down my barriers. I was running out of reasons to keep him away.
“Guess I should tell you that I hate horror movies,” I said as we sat on his couch, the bowl of popcorn between us. He’d bought gummy candies and chocolate, along with brownies in the shape of pumpkins.
“Why? ’Cause you’re a scaredy cat?” Monty tickled my sides.
“No.” I shrugged away from him. He arched a brow. “Okay. Maybe I’m a bit of a wimp when it comes to gore.”
“No worries, Specks.” He put an arm around my shoulders. “I’ll protect you.”
“You do know that jocks are usually the first ones to die in horror movies, right?” I pointed out. “You’re like a serial killer magnet.”
“It’s a good thing I’m disguised as a nerd tonight, then.” Monty winked.
I poked his glasses. “Poser. There aren’t even lenses in these.”
“Yeah, but Michael Myers doesn’t know that.” Monty had already put in the movie and hit Play. He reclined, pulling me close to his side.
The lights were off, and the sun had set, leaving the living room dark with flashes coming from the TV. My pulse quickened, my throat got dry, and my heart pounded so hard I heard it drumming in my ears. But not from fear. It was all because of Monty. The warmth of his body as we sat hip to hip, thigh to thigh, his arm around me and mine on his leg.
I was crazy about him. Addicted to the way he made me feel.
He reached into the popcorn bowl the same time as me, and we shared a smile before focusing back on the screen.
“I always thought this scene was pervy,” Monty said with his mouth full of popcorn. “He sneaks into his sister’s room while she’s naked and stabs her. At least he let her have sex with her boyfriend first.”
