Sacking The Player

I don’t know how we went from pretend to the real thing but neither of us can keep our hands to ourselves or our lips for that matter. Our books fall to the floor as he pins me down on the couch, getting hot and heavy.

He grinds against me, and oh god, I’m going to explode with just this. His hands lower, grazing my breasts and he cups me, yup. I’m gonna orgasm.

“You’re making me so damn hard,” he confesses.

I run my hand over his crotch, and he isn’t kidding. I bite my lip and tease at the strings holding his pants up. I could so do him right now and not be the least bit sorry about it. His hands are like magic. I run my hands over his tight end, and I can feel his muscles clench.

As he slowly starts to dip his hand inside of my pants, the door opens, and I quickly shove Tate off me as he falls to the floor with a grunt.

“Uh hey,” I say looking at Court. Who of course is smirking at me.

“Someone was getting frisky.” She makes a tsk sound as she tosses her bag to the side.

My face is heated, and I look to Tate and he’s just grinning, rubbing his head where he thumped it on the little coffee table. He grabs his book and a giggle escapes my lips seeing he is holding it over his crotch.

“Well, studying was great, but I guess this is my cue to take off. I’ll see you tomorrow, Twinkle Toes.” He gets up and walks out.

“That was so awesome. Did you O?”

I throw the pillow on the couch at her and glare. “I was about to, but someone interrupted us.”

She giggles. “Oops,” she says with a shrug. “You’ll get it next time. You could be like normal people and put a ribbon on the door or something.”

“There won’t be a next time, I was just caught up and it won’t happen again.” I’m lying to myself. I know I am. I want it to happen again, but I want more than what happened today.

“Keep telling yourself that, Am. That guy is smitten with you. Rumors are going around about how some wish they were the one that was finally dating King, but others want to claw your eyes out, and some want to be your friend thinking that they’ll have an in to all the football after parties.”

I sigh. I’m in serious trouble here. Tate has put his spell on me. I am all shook up and about ready to chase him down and tackle him for some relief, but instead I wait for Court to pass out, and I take care of business in the shower.

Chapter 17

Tate

T

he guys and I pile out of Adams’ SUV and inside my Mom’s place. One Friday a month we do a big dinner together. Every month my parents rotate who hosts it, when scheduling allows it. We get inside, and after Mom hugs us all, we get seated around the dining room table. She’s cooked a pot roast and veggies.

The guys dig in filling their plates. Everyone is too busy eating to do much talking.

“We should have brought Amaya,” Big Tex shouts suddenly.

“Oh, is Amaya the girl who gave my Tatey-poo his big bang?” Mom asks. “The dancer?”

I groan at the nickname she gives me whenever my friends are around.

“Hell yeah, ma’am! Tatey-poo here is all lovesick over the girl. However, she won’t date him,” Bucky says with a mouthful of bread.

Mom’s eyes go wide. “Why wouldn’t she want to date my baby? What’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing is wrong with her Mom. She just needs some convincing. You remember Keith, right?” Mom nods and her eyes narrow, she has always hated that shit. He isn’t welcome over after he showed up drunk and puked all over the couch. Not to mention none of us like him. “That’s Amaya’s ex-boyfriend, and she hates football players because of him.”

“She doesn’t hate football players, just refuses to date them,” Big Tex adds.

“Well, we’ll have to change her mind about that, then won’t we? Tate, honey, when are you going to bring this Amaya girl home so we can get her to be your girlfriend? We’ll make a big thing out of it. I’ll invite Cindy and your dad over too.”

“If you do that, you’re going to have to triple up on the food order,” Adams tells her.

She looks confused. “Is she a big girl?” Mom asks, quietly. “Because that’s okay, that’s perfect. My son needs a healthy woman in his life with lots of meat on her bones.”