“Look.” I shift on the balls of my feet. “I don’t care what you call me, Ellie. I want you. I’ve wanted you from the minute I saw you at Union Stadium and I haven’t stopped wanting you. I don’t think you’re a distraction or a soulless fuck. We’re meant to be.”
She gives me a tight and uncomfortable smile. Oh, fuck. This isn’t going to end the way that I hoped. A slight ache develops in my chest. The kind of feeling that creeps up after a bad loss.
“What is it?”
She leans forward with a grimace. “It’s that time of the month.”
I give her a blank look. What time of the month? It’s September. Two weeks into the season. We’re two-and-oh and—the lightbulb turns on. “I am not a smart man.”
She shakes her head. “Timing sucks.”
I stand up and pull her with me. Leaning down, I hide a relieved smile in her hair. “It’s okay. I’m a pro at waiting.”
23
Ellie
It’s his patient expression that gets to me. He shouldn’t have to wait. Not for another single minute. I might be unable to have sex with him, but there are plenty of things I can do to him and for him that he’s never experienced before.
The twinge below my skirt isn't from arousal, sadly, even though my heart’s beating faster and I’m hot despite the coolness of the night air. It’s really starting to feel like fall. The leaves are golden and red, the air is crisp, and football is on television what seems like Wednesday through Monday. I donned a pair of tights, a short skirt, sexy top, and then detoured to the bathroom to find that my period had started. Which meant tomorrow I'd be down. But I had tonight. And I want to give something back to Knox. An apology? A promise? A preview of what’s in store for us? I’m not sure, but I’m not letting Knox go tonight without blowing his mind. Literally.
I grin at him. “Come with me.”
“I don’t know if I should be afraid or turned on by that smile,” he murmurs, but follows behind me readily.
Inside the dark hallway, I start trying the doors I spotted on my way out. The third one gives way and I pull Knox in quickly before anyone stops us.
“I thought you said that it was your time.”
There’s almost no light in here. I reach into my pocket and pull my phone out. Flicking on the flashlight app, I wave it around the room. “It is that time, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t have a little fun.”
The room isn’t very large, and there are storage shelves all around which look rickety and uncomfortable. We’ll have to use the door. I set my phone to the side and push Knox up against the door.
“If you wanted to make out, I think we could have done that on the rocks outside. I’m not real shy,” Knox says.
I ignore him and slide down to my knees. Bracing my hands on his thigh, I look up. “I hear this is your first time. Tell me if you don't like something.”
He chokes on a laugh when I throw his own words back at him. He’s already thick and hard under his jeans. I rub a palm up the length of his shaft. He shudders and leans against the door.
“In all your spank bank material, did you imagine having sex at a club?” I ask, still rubbing and still staring at him. I wish I could see him better.
He nods slowly, a wary look in his eye. “I might have.”
“And what were you doing?” I undo his belt buckle. He sucks in a deep breath and then pushes his torso away from the door so he can pull off his blue Warriors T-shirt. He does it with the one hand. I’ve never figured out quite how guys do that maneuver, but it’ll always look sexy to me, especially when Knox does it. I scrape my fingertips over his ridged abs, reveling in how his body shakes under my hand.
“Usually they faced away from me and I nailed them from behind.” He gathers my hair into a ponytail and holds it aloft so he can see better.
“Them?” I ask with a raised eyebrow
“Well, it is a fantasy.” He grins. The grin fades away as I lower his zipper. His eyes shutter shut and he starts muttering to himself.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m reciting all Reggie White’s stats so I can pretend that I’m not on the verge of coming before you even pull my dick out of my pants.”
The hand in my hair tightens. His other hand lands on the nape of my neck. I can feel his fingers flex against my skin as if he’s got a thin leash on his excitement.
“Just wait. It gets better.” He’s so large and so rigid that it’s almost a struggle to pull him out of his jeans and the confines of his boxer briefs.
“I’m trying to tell myself it’s going to be awful so that I can last longer than six seconds,” he groans.
His cock is velvet soft, like a rod of steel wrapped in the finest silk. I lean in and run my nose along the edge of it. The musk of his sex invades my lungs. I have never been so turned on. I want to drop a hand between my legs, because now the ache down there isn’t from pain, it’s from need.
I lap at the tip, licking away the salty evidence of his arousal.