Page 149 of Most Valuable Players
He huffs a quiet laugh. “Look, I like her. She’s nice and a lot of fun, but I have no idea where it’ll go. Dating in college isn’t like it was in high school. People don’t go into it thinking they’ve found their forever person or at least I don’t.”
I wonder if that’s a universal thing or just my brother. Heath basically summed it up the same way. Seems a little depressing if I follow their logic too deep, but fun—fun I’m in for.
When the apartment building comes into view, I fall back beside Heath.
“I promised Reagan I’d stay over tonight to talk boys.”
He smirks and his eyes darken. “You could come over later when you’re done talking.”
“I’d like to, really, but sneaking into your place with Adam there… I don’t know.”
He nods and I can’t tell if he’s disappointed or not. I’m glad he doesn’t push any harder to get me to change my mind though. I’d probably cave, and some part of me knows I’m not ready to get naked with him yet.
I’m not a virgin, but my experience is pretty limited. And if what Adam says is true, that this isn’t a big deal, I need to capture the butterflies in my stomach and give them a good pep talk about slowing their flutter every time Heath is near.
“Breakfast tomorrow?” I offer.
“Yeah. Text me and we can go over to campus together in the morning.”
“Are you coming, Ginny?” Dakota asks when we reach the top of the stairs. She and Reagan are headed into their apartment, and the rest of the group has already gone into the boys’ place.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in just a minute.”
As the doors close, Heath’s mouth finds mine. He kisses me like he’s begging me to reconsider going inside with him. His large hands frame my face, and he walks me backward until I’m trapped between him and the wall.
Heath likes to be in charge, and my body doesn’t mind one bit. His lips find the sensitive flesh at the curve of my neck and I sigh. “How many hours until the dining hall opens?”
“Five or six.” The words are spoken against my skin between nips.
“That’s a long time to wait.”
“Hungry, baby?” His deep baritone rumbles.
I don’t answer, not even sure I’m capable of stringing words together as his face nuzzles in between my boobs. We didn’t bother switching shirts back, so I’m still in his. Even through the cotton material, the scrape of his scruff provides a delectable friction. His hands fall to my ass, and he pulls me against him. He’s hard again, or maybe still, and I rub myself on him desperate for more.
He growls and pushes his hips forward, slamming me back to the wall.
“Yo, Heath—woah, sorry, man.” Maverick covers his eyes but doesn’t leave as I duck my head, embarrassed.
“What the fuck?” Heath asks, not moving. Even in my embarrassment, I can’t resist moving just slightly so I can recapture the delicious friction. At my movement, he moves his hand lower on my ass and his fingers dig into me through my jeans. Deep circles giving me just the right amount of pressure.
Maverick can’t see what’s going on, but I nearly cry out as the orgasm hits. I stop myself by biting down on Heath’s bare shoulder.
I miss whatever exchanges between them and I’m coming down, body still shuddering, when the door closes. My head falls forward into his chest as I catch my breath.
Heath pulls me into a hug and kisses the top of my head.
“Did that really just happen?” I squeak, apparently out loud though not intentionally.
He chuckles, deep and throaty. “God, I hope so, but we can try again if you need to be certain.”
I lift my face and wrap my arms around his neck. “I should go before Dakota comes looking for me.”
He steps back and adjusts himself.
“Are you going to be okay?” I bite my lip. Maybe there’s time. Hand jobs for him and her.
“Go. I’m fine. I’ll see you in the morning. I’ll still be hard then — don’t worry. Seems to be a constant thing around you.”
