Page 140 of What Are The Odds?
I raised one eyebrow. “Tradie?”
“Tradesperson,” Grace filled in. “He’ll be gone for a few hours still.”
Good. I tucked my hands under Grace’s ass and lifted her onto the bench. Positioning myself between her, I stepped closer and brought my mouth over hers. The smoothie was forgotten as she tangled her fingers in my hair, anchoring me closer. Despite being in the midst of a Colorado winter, Grace still smelt like tropical fruit and coconut. I slipped my hands beneath the oversized sweater she was wearing and ran my fingertips along her warm skin. Kissing Grace was dangerous. She was like an intoxicating drug, one that made me dizzy and forget everything else. I pulled back to whip the gigantic sweater over her head. Next, I tugged down the sweats she had on. She went with it, lifting her ass to help me. Dipping my head, I dragged my tongue over the softness of her upper thigh, eliciting a shiver. Another perk to not having three other roommates. Being able to fuck Grace wherever, whenever. Tripp had complicated things a bit. But between his new house and work, he was out enough. Besides, in a few hours, I wouldn’t be able to do this for the foreseeable future. I needed to make the most of it while I could. Hooking Grace’s legs over my shoulders, I inched my face closer to my prize.
“Levi.” She attempted to squirm out of my embrace. “I was in the pool all morning. I haven’t showered since getting home from work.”
“Don’t care.”
“I’m still in my bathers.”
So I noticed. I pushed them aside, my fingers parting her. Despite what she was saying, shewantedthis.
“Give me your pussy, Hughesy.”
She relented. The sweetest sound escaped her lips the second I dragged my tongue over her clit. I knew all Hughesy’s tender spots now. Knew how to make her squirm. Knew how to get her right on the edge. Knew how to get her there fast. And how to drag things out for her. Inside my training shorts my dick was screaming to be given attention. He’d have to wait. I needed to keep all my testosterone for the game later. Something I’d come to learn that fuelled that was to rile myself up by getting my fix of Grace first. Nothing brought out a more carnal part of me than her. I sunk my fingers into her thighs that were quivering around my ears. She was close. I inserted one finger, then another. Grace’s moan echoed off the high ceilings. In the background, music still played loudly, but all I focussed on was Grace’s breathy moans. As she fell over the edge, she slouched against the bench, knocking over the container of coffee pods. I slowly lapped at her as she rode out her high, chest heaving up and down in slow, strained pants. God. I loved this girl so fucking much. In no universe could I imagine being without her. Unhooking her legs, I gently set them back down. She smiled lazily at me, the blush travelling from her cheeks, down her neck, and across her chest.
“I’m going to miss that when you’re gone,” she whispered.
“I’m going to miss doing that.”
I kissed my way back up her body before settling between her legs again. In nothing but her bikini bottoms, goose bumps broke out across her skin. She wasn’t wearing the skimpy bikinis I favoured, but given she’d spent this morning in the pool with countless young dads, I was willing to let it pass. I pulled her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her.
“Eighteen days,” she grumbled. “Eighteen days without you. Or your tongue. Or your fingers. Or your dick.”
I chuckled. “All four of those things will miss you immensely. But I have a feeling you’re going to be okay while I’m gone.”
She snickered at that. “Doubt it.”
Boy. She had no idea. She was going to be okay. I’d made sure of that.
You’re something else
Grace.
I manoeuvred through the busy bar until Tripp came into view. After catching my eye, he waved me over. I tightened my grip on Anna’s hand and tugged her the rest of the way. The sports bar was full of people wearing blue and orange paraphernalia. I had mine on, though it was more subtle than the jerseys and beanies I got away with wearing in college. Now that there was a specific corporate section for me to sit, I had to adhere to a dress code. At the start of the season the captain’s wife had ordered personalised jackets for all us girls with our partner’s name and number on the back. I was wearing that now, over a black turtleneck, draped black pants and heeled boots. Stella would be proud. Once I reached the table Tripp pulled me in for a one-arm hug.
“Hey Anna,” he greeted.
Anna smiled back. “Hey.”
There was already a drink waiting for Anna and me. And not just any drink. Delicious looking cocktails. Bless. Tripp was going to make some girl really lucky one day.
“I’m fucking starved so I ordered some food to share,” he said.
He’d read my mind. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. This afternoon had gotten away from me. All my plans had been shot the moment Levi lifted me on the bench. Not that I was complaining.
“How did things go at the house?” I asked.
Tripp’s face contorted in a way that impliednot good. I knew him well enough to let the subject drop. Tripp’s father had recently passed away and left Tripp his home in Colorado. It was less than twenty-minutes from mine and Levi’s house. Well, house wasn’t exactly apt for the mansion Levi had bought. Those Holloways sure liked nice things. I’d never lived in a house this big or nice in my life. The master bedroom was like the size of an apartment. And the walk-in robe was bigger than my lounge room back home. Getting used to Levi’s money had been a challenge. And it wasn’t even his family’s money that’d bought our house. It was his signing bonus from the Eagles. After college, when I’d been looking for work, we’d been forced to have a very open conversation. Whilst Levi could very comfortably support me, and he’d very much wanted to, I’d explained that I wanted my own thing. To feel like I was contributing to our life as well. And although it would never be as much as him, we’d found a happy medium. One where I had a routine still, could go to work, pass on my years of experience, and get paid for it. Levi never acknowledged the discrepancy in percentages our incomes added to the joint account. It was justourmoney. Everything was ours. He hadn’t been interested when I suggested keeping things separate. He wasalwaysgoing to bring more to the table than I would. At first, that realisation had made me uneasy. But then he’d asked if I’d feel the same if the roles were reversed. If my family had money, and I had a professional athletic career, would I expect there to be a clear divide between what was his and what was mine? Of course my answer had beenno. After that, I hadn’t had an argument. Besides, I’d be lying if I hadn’t begun getting used to the perks. At my refusal of him – I mean us – buying me a brand new car, he’d conveniently decided he needed an upgrade and given me his old one. I never turned the heated seats off. My ass was in a constant state of toasty.
“Do you think you’ll be in town for much longer?” Anna asked Tripp.
He nodded. “If Hughesy is still happy to have me.”
“Are you kidding?” I clutched my cocktail in my hand and took a long sip. “You’re not allowed to go anywhere. This next month would be brutal without you.”
The waitress arrived, placing down the food. In Tripp style, it was a lot. But between the three of us, we managed to finish it off.
