Only One Love (Only One 7)

"Is that so?" I smirk at her. "So if I kissed you right now." My thumb moves over her cheek. "You wouldn’t like it."

"I never said I wouldn’t like it." She stands up, and my hand drops to my side. "It wasn’t about that," she huffs.

"What was it about?" I ask her as we stand face-to-face, my hand still tingling from touching her face.

"It was about," she starts to say and then stops as I tilt my head to the side.

"You were scared?" I say, watching her every single move.

"Oh, please," she huffs out, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

"I’m scared," I admit, and her mouth opens in shock. Stepping closer to her, I hold her hips as I pull her to me. Her hands go to my chest, and my whole body wakes up. "Never really cared if anyone liked me or not."

"I like you," she says softly, looking down as her finger plays with my collar. "That is the whole problem."

I laugh. "Why is that a problem?"

"I don’t know." She shrugs. "I just don’t know what I’m doing."

"Neither do I." I put my finger under her chin and lift it so she looks at me. "I don’t know what I’m doing either."

"I don’t know the rules of what to do and what not to do," she says softly, and there is a vulnerability in her that I haven’t seen before.

"We make up the rules." I wrap my arms around her waist now. "Rule number one is you don’t not answer my text." I hold up one finger at her, and she smirks but then turns back serious.

"Rule number two should be not blocking the other person." She counters my rule with her own, holding up two fingers.

"So, what do you say?" I rub her nose with mine. "Can we try this whole relationship thing?" My eyes look into hers, my heart stopping, waiting for her answer.

"What if I fuck up?" She moves her nose side to side with mine.

"What if I fuck up?" I ask her the same question. "As long as we are respectful of the other person."

"Fine," she says, and I swear my heart wants to explode out of my chest. "As long as we are honest with each other. Like if you get on my nerves." I pull her tighter to me, and she wraps her arms around my neck. "Like you being a stupid idiot on the ice."

"I was angry," I tell her. "And I haven’t been sleeping."

"Are you going to be suspended?" she asks me softly, and I shrug.

"Last I heard, probably two games." It was the last thing I heard when I walked out of the room while the coach was yelling about me being a horse's ass. Not only did I let my coach down but I also let my team down, and that was the worst. While I got dressed, I refused to make eye contact with anyone. I never even said a word, just grabbed my stuff and got the fuck out of there.

"You're better than that," she says. She’s given me something else I’ve never had. No one has ever really been in my corner.

"Can I kiss you now?" I ask her, not sure if we have to wait more before kissing. "I’ve never had a make-up after a fight before." I lean in, kissing her lips softly. "I’ve never had a fight."

"I think a kiss would be good," she says, kissing my lips softly. “Followed by a couple of orgasms.”

“That,” I tell her, picking her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist. "I can help with," I say before her lips come to mine, and she opens her mouth as our tongues dance with each other. I turn and walk back into the house. Our kiss never breaks as I walk up the steps to my bedroom. She lets go of my mouth, pulling the shirt over her head, and I see she isn’t wearing a bra.

I suck one of her nipples into my mouth as she moans out. Biting and pulling back, and her head falls back. "I missed you," she says in a whisper as we get to my room and fall with her on the bed. My hands go to her face as I push the hair away from her, she looks at me, and I get another kiss from her. My tongue fights with hers as her fingers pull my shirt out of my pants. She starts unbuttoning the first button, and when it’s open halfway, she lets go of my mouth and bends to bite me right next to my nipple.

I hiss out when her hand slips into the front of my pants, my mouth bending to hers as she unbuttons my pants and pushes them over my hips. Her small hand fists my cock as she jerks it up and down. She lets it go, and my cock cries out for her to grab me again. "I need you in me," she says, unbuttoning her own pants, and I take over for her, getting on my knees to help her pants off. She sits up and swallows my cock into her hot mouth. She bobs her head up and down my cock. My hand slips into the front of her pants, passing her panties before sliding my finger down her slit. Her pussy already wet, I slip a finger into her, and she stops sucking my cock to moan out. I want to finger-fuck her fast, but the restriction of her jeans makes that really hard.