Page 55 of The Assist
Instead of grabbing my own chair, I pick her up and sit down, placing her between my legs. She leans back against me and then startles when she feels the bulge in my board shorts.
“Your fault,” I murmur in her ear and brush a kiss against her shoulder.
Turning, her eyes focus on my crotch as she bites on her bottom lip. She drapes the towel over my lap, and I watch, amused by what she might be planning and a hell of a lot turned on at the endless possibilities.
She slides her hand up the leg of my shorts and curls her fingers around my shaft. I exhale through gritted teeth as my balls draw up tight. It isn’t the first time a girl has given me a hand job in public, but it’s the first time one did so without the hope of being seen. The way Blair looks at me, it’s about me—us. She doesn’t want to be caught. She just can’t keep her hands to herself, and God, is that hot.
No one is paying us any attention, but I sit upright and pull her closer to better block us just in case. She pumps and squeezes at a pace that already has me teetering on blissful release. She’s so beautiful like this. Blair deep in concentration and filled with determination and pep for the task is breathtaking. Her lids are heavy with lust and her breathing labored even though I haven’t even touched her. I won’t out here. I’m a selfish guy and want her pleasure to remain mine alone.
My hips thrust forward, and a knowing smile pulls at her lips. She hums as if my pleasure were hers, and that little sound is all it takes. Ecstasy jolts through me, and I come with her name on my lips.
* * *
Between practice, games, and Blair, the weeks pass in a blur. A blissful blur. Team is playing well and starting to mesh like I knew we could. Even the rookie is annoying me less. Bus rides back from away games are tense when we lose, but tonight, the mood on the bus back from New Mexico State is light. We only get two days off for Thanksgiving break, but it’s the most we’ll be free from now until the end of the season.
“You’re heading home with Blair tomorrow, huh? Does that mean you two have made your relationship official?” Joel tucks his phone into the seat back pocket in a clear sign that he isn’t going to let the conversation end with a yes or no answer.
“It isn’t like that. She knew I wasn’t going to be able to make the trip to Kansas and she felt bad. Her parents aren’t even going to be there. They’re on some Disney cruise.”
As I replay the conversation in my head, I’m sure that part of what I’ve said is true. She did invite me because she felt guilty I couldn’t be with my own family, and she probably felt some sense of obligation to include the guy she’s banging.
My reaction is the one that has me worried. I’ve never been to a girl’s house for a holiday. I’ve been invited, sure. But I always turned them down with some sort of lame excuse such as not wanting to intrude or needing to catch up on schoolwork or claiming I had extra practice. I can usually just throw out the words ball and schedule to get out of anything I don’t wanna do.
I’ve never wanted to go, therefore, I haven’t. When Blair asked, I surprised us both by saying yes.
“Mama Moreno is going to be disappointed you aren’t coming to our house again.”
I smile. “Mama Moreno. How is she? Still doing the barre classes?”
Joel’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. His mom is seriously hot. Not like hot for a woman her age, either. She’s just hot. Everyone gives him crap about it, myself included. His reaction is just too much not to screw with him.
“Don’t try to change the subject to my mom to get out of talking about Blair. You like her. She’s the first girl you’ve dated in the three years I’ve known you. You are smitten kitten.”
“Sure, of course I like her. She’s great.”
“But?”
I shrug. “Why does there have to be a but?”
“You tell me.”
“There doesn’t. I really like her.”
“Wooooo.” Joel covers his mouth too late, the noise carries, and the guys around us are looking. “Wes likes a girl.”
“Pipe down or I’ll tell them I’m dating your mom.”
I pull out my own phone to busy myself and avoid Joel’s questions and am pleased to see a text.
Blair: You were amazing. I watched the game with Vanessa and Mario. Fifteen points, seven assists, one steal. My man is on fire.
Me: You missed my most important stat: four.
Blair: What stat is that?
Me: The number of orgasms I plan to give my girl when I get back.
A text from my mom flashes in my notifications.
