Page 48 of More To Us

The guys would kill me for bringing a girl to practice, but I don't really give a shit. They need to get over it.

"That's okay. I should probably spend tomorrow night going over my assignments for class. I already have a reading assignment for English. But I'll see you in the morning, right? At the gym?"

"Actually I have to be at work at seven. I'll be at the gym at six but I'm guessing you don't want to be there that early."

"I could be there at six, but won't you be doing your own workout?"

"Yeah, but I could come check on you between sets."

"That'll work." She takes a sip of water. "I guess we should go. You ready?"

"Not yet." I take the water from her and finish the bottle and toss it out. Then I take her hand and lead her over to the edge of the park, which is lined with trees.

"Where are we going?" she asks.

"We're continuing the tour." I motion to the giant maple tree that's in front of us. "This is the best tree in Chicago."

She laughs. "The best tree? And why is it the best tree?"

"Just look at it." It's dark out, but the street lights give off enough of a glow that we can see. "It's big and full. Has strong branches. A symmetrical shape. I used to climb this tree when I was a kid."

"Maybe that's what makes it the best tree. Your memories of it."

"Maybe." I turn her around, my arms wrapping around her waist.

She looks up at me and I see her shiver. It's a warm night but there's a slight breeze.

"Are you cold?" I ask, running my hand along her arm.

"No," she says in almost a whisper, her eyes not leaving mine.

I lift my hand to the side of her face, holding it there. "You know what you do when you're standing under the best tree in the city?"

"What?" she asks in a breathy voice.

I lean down and press my lips to hers, then back away just enough to let her tell me no. That she doesn't want this. That she only wants to be friends. But instead, she grabs hold of my shirt and pulls me closer. Thank God that's her answer because I don't think I could've held back from kissing her again.

I lower my mouth over hers and a soft breath escapes her lips as she parts them for me. I run my tongue along hers and feel her grip my shirt even tighter. I take the kiss deeper, my tongue dragging its way through her mouth. Her body sinks into mine and I keep hold of her.

A car races down on the street, music blaring from the speakers.

"Let's go in my truck," I say softly over her lips.

She nods, and releases my shirt, taking a step back. I take her hand and we walk back to my truck. When we get inside, she's looking at me from across the seat.

I shove my seat back and hold my hand out to her. "Come here."

She climbs over the middle area and I set her sideways on my lap, kissing her before she's even fully sat down. With our mouths still joined, she turns her body toward mine and wraps her arms around my neck. Our kisses get faster, frantic, our lips parting just long enough to take a breath. I grasp the back of her head and slow us down, my tongue sliding along her lower lip, then gently kissing it. Her body relaxes as I kiss her again, slowly, with just our lips.

We fall into a rhythm, finding just the right pace, not too fast, not too slow. Like we somehow know what the other person wants without even saying it. Her body starts moving to the rhythm of our kiss and she grinds her ass into my crotch. Fuck. I'm already hard as steel and now she's rubbing her ass against it. I don't know how far to take this. I don't want our first time to be in my truck, but shit, it's tempting.

I move my hand to the front of her shirt and undo the first few buttons, then slip my hand underneath it and cup her breast. She breaks from the kiss and tips her head back, her ass grinding into me again. I kiss her neck as I gently squeeze her breast. Her breasts are full and round and big for someone her size. Definitely more than a handful. She has a tank top on and I slide my hand up to the strap and tug it down. It's one of those tanks with the built-in bra so when I pull it down, her breast is right there, soft and full and beautiful. I rub my thumb over her nipple and hear her let out a breath as her head falls back again. She lifts up and arches back, putting her breast on display, and just as I'm about to put my mouth on her, someone knocks on the window.

"Shit," I mutter.

Kira jumps off me and back to her seat, putting her shirt back in place.

I start the truck and roll down the window. Carl, the owner of the ice cream place, is standing there. He's in his seventies with thick white hair that he keeps in a buzz cut. He used to be in the military.

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