Page 42 of Blindside Love

Hey. Are we still on for dinner tonight?

Ellie

You better be here. I’m starving.

Are you sure I can’t bring anything?

Ellie

Just yourself. ;)

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Dropping down from the pull-up bar, I grab my towel and wipe my forehead before sitting down to stretch on my mat. I’m sweating like nobody’s business, but I’m not surprised; I’ve been practically killing my body today, just trying to exert as much pent-up energy as possible. I’m so antsy, but every time I try and sit down to try and relax, all I can think about is the way Ellie looked on her knees, looking up at me, as she asked me to fuck her mouth.

Fuck, it’s like she stole the words straight from my dreams. The way she took charge and asked for what she wanted.

See! Even now, after doing three rounds of at least twenty pull-ups, I’m still getting hard just thinking about her. I’m pretty sure I can’t even jerk off anymore because at this rate, I’m bound to rub my dick raw.

So instead, I’ve worked out, gone to hockey practice, then ran five miles afterward to try and exhaust myself so I don’t become overwhelmed with thoughts of her.

She’s such a contradiction, and I find it’s one of the most intriguing things about her. She’s happy, easy going but damn, she can be feisty as fuck if she needs to… or if she just wants to be. She’s such a cool chick and fun to hang out with, but I love our conversations most.

I’m constantly in awe of how smart she is, and not just about typical everyday things. When we were at the bar after our hockey game a few weeks ago, she and Cade got in a friendly competition about music knowledge. The woman somehow stumped Mr. Music with her knowledge of different artists, albums, their sounds, and a million other things music-related that my unmusical ass couldn’t understand.

But after that, she was able to talk to Sawyer about parts of her business before turning to settle a debate between Rex and Harris about who had the best fantasy football team the year before.

Throw in the fact that I fully anticipated a different sexual experience with her because I definitely did not expect her to drop to her knees, beg me to fuck her mouth, and then proceed to tell me to pull her hair harder. Twice because I still wasn’t doing it hard enough. That’s never happened to me—usually, I’m with a girl who wants a gentle slap on her ass, not the girl who wants to gag on my dick as her eyes water as I fuck her relentlessly.

It was so unexpected and completely contradictory to my first impression of her that it’s now the only thing I can think about as I do anything today.

Forcing myself to stand, I look down at my watch; it’s finally five, which means it’s time to shower and get myself ready to go over to her house.

Heading to my bathroom, I turn the shower on to heat up before walking over to the sink; it’s not just girls who want to make sure they’re at their best when going on a date. Guys like to feel confident too. Tonight might not technically be a date, but after last night, I think it’s rather obvious we both are attracted to each other, at the very least.

After brushing my teeth, I trimmed my beard, which was starting to get a little out of hand. It’s one thing to have the whole scruff look going, but I was well on my way to full-on lumberjack.

Now to just make it through a quick shower without thinking about Ellie.

By 5:45, I’m dressed and ready to go, pacing around my living room, waiting until it’s a little closer before going over. I picked up a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine I remembered she enjoyed at my parents’ house for dinner. Although she told me I didn’t need to bring anything, my mama taught me to never go to someone’s home for dinner empty-handed.

Besides, the flowers reminded me of her, it’s a light pink bundle of a couple of different flowers that I couldn’t tell you the name of if I was being held at gunpoint. But they were the color of her hair and immediately made me smile, so I had to buy them.

My phone vibrates, and I immediately look down like it’s going to be Ellie asking me to come over early. Nope, just the group chat doing their worst.

Harris

Did you get the flowers?

Cade

He’s not an idiot, Harris. Of course, he did.

Yup.

Miles

Condoms?

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