Page 144 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

Her eyes flash up to mine, and her head subtly shakes. I grit my teeth and stammer out, “You sure?”

She doesn’t answer this time, only responding by taking more of me, and I release control and succumb to the pleasure. She attempts to swallow it before she pulls off, sitting back on her legs, holding her mouth open so I can see as she continues to fist my dick until every last drop covers her tongue and lips, dripping down to her chest.

“You can’t fuckin’ be real, baby.” I stare at her in a daze, and she grins, swiping her tongue over the tip, making sure she gets every drop.

“I guess that means we’re gonna have to break in the shower next.” She nods toward her bathroom and grins.

“Get your sweet ass in there. Now.”

Give me about five minutes, and I’ll be ready for round two. Hell, watching her slip off the rest of her clothes might cut that time in half.

When she pushes herself to stand, I bend down to kiss her, not giving a damn about what just happened or how I can taste myself on her lips.

All I want is more of her in every way I can have her.

Ten

COLTER

When school starts the following week, all that time I had to spend with Ava slips through my hands. When we both aren’t at school or practice, we’ve also been juggling having jobs.

We manage to make it work by taking advantage of every free minute we have to spend together. It’s just easy with her. She fits into my life like a puzzle piece I’ve been missing.

It’s a bonus that she enjoys going out to all the same places and hanging out with my friends. Before we know it, homecoming is here, and it’s one of our most talked-about games of the season.

Our game against the Kolmont Kings last year had a play fake that went wrong, leaving one of Kolmont’s players out with a season-ending injury. The media has speculated whether it was a legal play, leaving Hayes facing the wrath of fans painting him as a dirty player.

Factor in the history between these two teams and the fact it’s our homecoming game, and there’s no doubt this will be one of the most talked-about games of the season.

We may have partied a bit too hard last night after the Bulldog Fest pep rally. If it weren’t for the adrenaline from this game, I don’t know if I’d be able to pull myself together. Knowing Ava is here on the sidelines pushes me to play my best too.

We jog out of the tunnel, and I see her lining the path the football players take onto the field, along with the cheerleaders. She grins when I catch sight of the number sixty-eight painted on her cheek.

Something about seeing her donning my number has me thinking about her wearing my jersey and fuck. I’ve never had a hard-on while wearing a nut cup before, but I’d highly advise against it.

Beckham and Zane finish warming up, and Zane jogs off the field toward me. I’ve been close friends with Reed and Hayes since we’ve been living together, and I’m growing closer to Beckham now that he’s moved in with us, but my friendship with Zane goes way back.

We grew up playing football together. He lived next door to me at the house we stayed in after my parents divorced. Back then, he played the quarterback spot, and I was at center.

When we got to college, our positions changed, and Coach Ferentz moved him to wide receiver. I think that’s part of the reason Ava’s brother, Alec, moved to Keaton. Between Hayes and Zane at receiver and Reed playing running back, he wasn’t getting any of the spotlight on him.

As much as it rubs me wrong that he transferred, I guess I understand at the same time.

“Isn’t that Alec’s sister?” Zane asks, nodding toward Ava on the sidelines.

When I glance in her direction, our eyes lock, and I nod. “It is,” I reply curtly.

“Does he know you’ve been lifting his sister’s skirt when no one’s around?” He chuckles, tossing the football in the air and catching it.

I clench my jaw and flick my eyes over to him.

“It’s not what you think it is. What the hell are you getting at anyway?”

Zane holds his hand up and grins. “Easy, easy, big guy. I was messing with you. I’m just saying, maybe the whole sneaking around behind his back isn’t the way to go. I mean, if that was Wy, what would you think?”

“Shut the fuck up,” I grunt, shoving my shoulder into him.

The fact he insinuated I’m messing around with Ava like I’ve seen him hook up with girls and toss them to the side pisses me off. Add in the fact he brought Wyatt into the mix is like dousing kerosene onto the fire. He didn’t need to go there to get his point across.

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