Say You Swear

“On my cock?” I rasp, bringing my knees up, so I’m sitting back on them and her hips are in the air.

“Y-yes. On your cock.”

Her skin flushes, and my body clenches, heat building and building.

Air jerks forward, taking my bottom lip in her mouth, her dazed eyes locked on mine as she whispers, “And then you came too.”

And I’m fucking done for, she pushes me over the edge.

Locked in a trance by the girl my wildest dreams wouldn’t dare imagine, I come. Long and hard.

Her walls clench around me, vibrating from the inside, and I groan, my limbs shaking.

I hold her there, our body’s slick with sweat, until we can breathe easier.

Only then do I slide out of her, lowering us both to the mattress.

Her eyes never leave mine, and after a few minutes of quiet, she begins to gnaw on the inside of her lip, her hands folding under her head as she turns her body, so it’s facing mine.

I reach out, freeing her lip from her cruelty. “What?”

“You really thought of me?”

My chuckle is low, but I nod against the pillow.

“You really… touched yourself… imagining me?”

I nod again, gliding my hand down her neck and along her shoulder.

My smirk slowly pulls, when her hidden smile plays at her lips, and she whispers exactly what I knew she would.

“Show me… ”

I give her what she wants.

I’m pretty sure I always will.

Chapter 29

Arianna

* * *

My hand slips under the covers, but Noah catches it with a popped brow.

“You were supposed to get some sleep.” His glare is playful.

“I’ll sleep when I’m old.”

Chuckling, he climbs out of bed, his gloriously naked body on full display. He slips his boxers and jeans on, turning back to me with his shirt.

He slaps the edge of the bed, so I crawl over, and he pulls it over my head, pecks at my lips before tossing me over his shoulder.

I squeal, attempting to cover my bare ass, but he reaches up, palming my left cheek as he carries me into the living room, so I stop trying, enjoying the heat of his touch.

“If you’re not going to sleep, you need to let me feed you. Your stomach started growling an hour ago.”

He lowers me onto the couch, smirking as he gets a little flashing show when his shirt gets tied up around my waist. He tosses a blanket over my head, his footsteps carrying him into the kitchen.

Unable to contain my smile, I cozy up on the cushions, pulling the blanket up to my chin as I put last night’s game on. I pick up where we left off… right after Mason was carted from the field, the worry too much at the time to sit through another second.

As soon as I press play and the commentators begin to speak, Noah does too, the gentleness of his tone warming me in places I can’t deny.

“You don’t have to watch this,” he says.

I lick my lips, keeping my eyes on the screen.

“My man’s the quarterback.” I grin against the blanket. “So yeah, I do.”

Noah doesn’t say a word, but I know he’s smiling, and mine grows because of it.

Whatever Noah makes, I haven’t a clue, because the next thing I know, I’m waking up to a dark house, and he’s gone.

I down a glass of water, and I drag myself into the shower, standing under the warm spray until the water runs cold, replaying the morning over and over again.

When I get out, I head into the kitchen, picking my phone up from the countertop.

I find a text from Noah.

* * *

Romeo: I tried to wake you to tell you I had to go, but you didn’t budge. Yes. I checked your pulse. Food is in the microwave.

* * *

A chuckle leaves me.

* * *

Romeo: I’m headed to my mom’s. The team’s going to a pizza pub a few blocks from campus at seven. Let me know if you want to go.

* * *

My chest pinches, knowing my brother won’t be there, but he’ll be pissed if I don’t go just because he can’t, all the while hating the thought of me there with a bunch of dudes.

But I’ll be with Noah. That, and Brady and Chase will be there too.

So I say yes.

In the microwave are two egg and cheese burritos, pretty much the only option there was in the fridge. It’s already five in the evening, so I only reheat one, saving room for pizza later.

I FaceTime Mason, relieved when I see he’s home and settled into his bed with a giant plate of French toast beside him that Lolli brought over.

He’s smiling and has more color than this morning, even if he still looks exhausted, but it’s only day one, so I hang up feeling good, which makes me want to look good.

So I take my time getting ready.