Page 45 of Sweet Little Lies
Chapter 17
Lance
After Mica left for class, I hung around and shot the shit with Tra’Von for a little while longer. He’s a cool guy and has so much confidence it oozes out his pores. And I know he’s not faking it like I am.
There’s no doubt he’ll make a great addition to the team this year and it’s gotten me excited about our chances to go to the tournament again and maybe even winning it this time.
But then again, we’ve gone the last three years and have always lost in the final rounds. Every ball player’s dream is to win a championship, and I’m hoping it could be our year. Official team practices won’t start until mid-October, but until then, we’ll begin informal training and drills in August when fall term begins. Nothing sanctioned or with the coaching staff, just the players, as we get to know the new recruits and players.
A draft of loneliness hits me as it dawns on me that Christian Lancaster and I will be the only returning fifth year seniors on the team this year. Everyone else in our class has graduated or been drafted. My two best friends having gone their separate ways and have found love in the process.
Maybe this will be my year, too, I think to myself as I step out of the shower and towel myself off. I’m already practically committed to Mica, although it isn’t official. But she must know I worship the ground she walks on. She is just an incredible girl and I want to make sure everyone around us knows she’s off limits and is mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
The jealousy roars like a beast within me. Had I not known Tra’Von was just busting my balls earlier with Mica, I would’ve taken him to the ground and beat him to a pulp for even thinking he could make a move on her.
The one thing I do appreciate about Mica is that she isn’t a flirt. I trust her implicitly. She’s loyal to a fault and would never go after another guy or one of my friends. She has a strong moral fiber and character in spades, unlike most of the other girls I’ve hooked up with in the past. One of which, Rainey, who was hanging around today in the café.
I know she saw me with Mica, but as soon as Micaela left, Rainey was all over me. What’s the phrase? Oh yeah, like stink on a pig. I saw the look she gave Mica and saw her whispering to her friend as Mica left the building, but I couldn’t hear what she said. It couldn’t have been very nice, though, with the way her eyes bore holes in the back of Mica’s head or the ugly cackle that came from her friend’s mouth.
I hightailed it out of there as soon as I could, heading into my Spanish class and then back home when class was done.
Now that I’m getting ready for tonight, I’m both excited and weary about hanging out with my friends from the hood. I’ll be the first to admit that they haven’t always been the best influence on me.
I didn’t grow up in the best section of Phoenix and because of my dad’s authority issues (he was dishonorably discharged from the Army when he was twenty, before he met my mom), he’s been hired and fired so many times, it meant we were always scraping by. So, our house was a dump and we lived in a crappy neighborhood most of my childhood.
When I heard that Alex had enlisted in the Army and would be leaving for boot camp in a month, I couldn’t let him leave without seeing him again. The party is being held at a local pub in the old neighborhood and I am looking forward to hanging with them all. Alex, Dodi, Coffer, Metcalfe and Brant.
I’m more interested in being with Mica, though. And shit, doing the things I told her I would do tonight gets me hard just thinking about it. Every time I fuck her, I want to do it again as soon as I’ve come. She has this magical spell on me and she’s all I ever think about.
Even in my sleep, I dream about her taste. Her lips. Her hair. Her perfectly tight and wet pussy.
I’m still in awe she finally gave it up to me. I’d tried so many times before and she’d given me just enough to continue my habit. But now that I’ve gotten the whole package, I can’t stop. I need her in a way that resembles my need to breathe.
Fuck, I’m hard right now.
Setting the comb down I’d just been using on my wet hair, I slide a hand over my erection that pokes through the towel wrapped around my waist. I squeeze and palm it hard, letting the sensation take over.
I conjure up the images from last Sunday night when we were studying in her apartment. I was on the couch with a book over my lap trying hard to concentrate, but instead my eyes kept scanning over the sweet curves of her body.
She was stretched out on the floor on her stomach, her books and notes strewn out around her, a pen between her teeth. Her legs were hooked at the ankles, swinging behind her, her chin in one hand. From my vantage point, I could see the sweet swells of her breasts plumped and pushed up from the floor beneath her, and the sexy curve of her ass. It was all too much.
I left my book on the couch cushion and made my way to the floor on all fours, crawling over to her as she barely noticed my movements.
I came up behind her on my knee and pushed up the edge of her tank, exposing the soft skin of her lower back. Arousal flooded me when I noticed the shivers across her flesh from my touch, as I drew circles with the tip of my finger over and over again across the terrain of her back.
She murmured softly – maybe even mewled at how good it felt – and I chuckled when she finally let go of the pen that fell to the floor with a plop, and she dropped her head to the side on the carpet.
Leaning over her delicate body, my lips traced her perfectly sculptured spine, my tongue drawing wet patterns along the way. Sliding my hands underneath her hips, I unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, tugging them down over her ass and down her legs as she assisted with a lift of her body.
The sight of her naked butt and the silky, smooth legs had me as hard as a motherfucking rock.
I grabbed her hips and hoisted her up onto her knees, as she gave me a cry of surprise.
“Shh, just let me…”
I didn’t even finish the sentence as she relaxed in my hands, as I pressed her head back down against the floor and her arms stretched out above her head, spreading her legs wide.
