g her shirt back on. I scrub my hand over my face. Fuck, I wish I lived alone sometimes. The sexual tension in my room is smothering.
“Ignore them,” I grit out. My fingers snake under her shirt to that sexy lace, taking hold of her nipple, rolling it until her tender bud hardens beneath my touch.
There’s my girl. Her attention lands back on me as I claim her mouth once more. Her pants are still unbuttoned as I continue trying to get them off. I am making progress getting her worked up and back on the same page as me after being interrupted. I brush my fingers over her panties again.
Her arms are cradling my neck as we get back to kissing and touching.
“Yo, T-Dog, we got pizza,” Bucky shouts.
Amaya jumps up. “I’m starving.” She starts fixing her clothes, and before I can pull her back to my bed, she is out the door for food.
She actually leaves me lying on my bed with a raging hard on for pizza. Biting my knuckles, I smother my face with my pillow. I take a few minutes to collect myself. After I take a leak, I walk into the living room to find my girl, pigging out with my guys and playing a video game with them.
“Dude, why didn’t you tell us your girlfriend was hot and can kick ass at Call of Duty!” Big Tex yells at me with half a slice of pizza hanging from his lip while mashing on his game controller.
Amaya grins as she blows him up for the fifth time with a grenade launcher. “I’m not his girlfriend. He's just a good kisser.” She ends the game and grabs the last slice from the box.
Now’s not the time to argue about what we are.
Tex slings his controller to the side and says, “If you don’t marry her I will. No other woman can out eat me and out play me. She’s wicked.”
I snort with a light laugh. Inside though, I am freaking out. When he said the M word, I could see it in my head. I could see myself marrying her. I can see it all. Us getting married, her having my son. I want it all and that terrifies me more than anything. It’s not supposed to happen so fast like this. It isn’t part of my plan for getting to the NFL. Amaya isn’t part of my plan, but now…I really hope she will be.
When they finish up the game I ask, “Where’s Adams? I figured he would have come back with you guys.”
Big Tex throws his controller across the room and stomps angrily to his room, slamming the door shut.
“We haven’t seen him since him and Courtney went upstairs at the party,” Bucky whispers, like it matters.
This shit is getting intense. First Tex is pissed Courtney won’t give him the time of day and now Adams is fucking up our dynamic for dating his ex. You don’t do that shit, ever.
Amaya yawns. “I’m gonna get home guys. Thanks for buying me those two pizzas,” she says with a smile. Since she can out eat any of us, the guys bought large pizzas for each of us but two for her, and of course, she devoured them. I still can’t get over how much she eats and stays as skinny as she does.
“Let me walk you down.” She only lives a floor below me which is awesome since we don’t have to walk far.
She shakes her head no. “I know what will happen if you walk me down and Courtney’s not there. Tonight got out of hand, we need some space.”
I narrow my eyes at her and just give her a chin lift. This shit is starting to piss me off. She leaves after shouting, “bye” at Big Tex through the door.
“One step forward and six back, hey?” Bucky inputs.
I run my hands through my hair and sigh. “Fucking killing me, man. It’s clear she wants me, but she won’t actually admit it.”
Bucky shrugs. “Keep pushing, King. You know you’ll break down her walls, eventually.”
He’s right. I’m not backing off. She might want to, but it only means I need to step it up.
Chapter 20
Amaya
B
etween rehearsal and Tate’s schedule, we’ve not been seeing much of each other, and when we do see one another, not a lot of talking goes on. I can’t stop kissing him, touching him, just being with him. I guess we’re dating, but I won’t give him the satisfaction of saying for sure that we’re a thing just yet. It’s too damn fun watching him get all worked up about it.
He’s picking me up after rehearsal for a date. Well, I told him we could hang out, but it’s totally a date. He wouldn’t tell me what we’re doing. He just said dress comfy and be ready to go. I’m standing at the end of the street waiting for him to pick me up when Adams rolls up with Courtney in the passenger seat. Tate opens the back door with a red rose hanging from his mouth. I can’t help but grin like an idiot. It’s a simple but totally sweet gesture.
“So, where are we going?” I ask getting in. Tate takes the seat behind Adams and I sit behind Court.