Page 53 of The First Play

He squeezes me back, splaying his hand between my shoulder blades. “Thank God. For a second, I thought you’d changed your mind.”

I pull back with a gasp. “Of course not! How could I…? No!” I shake my head. “You are the best, and yes, I was freaking out this weekend, but that doesn’t change the way I feel about you.”

His eyes drink me in. “So, you don’t regret what we did on Thursday?”

“No.” I grin, then bite my lip and feel the heat rushing to my cheeks.

His hands move to my hips, and he fists the bottom of my winter coat. “Listen, no matter what happens, I’m gonna be here for you, okay? We’ll get through this.”

“I got my period this morning.” The words tumble out of me in a blur, and for a second, I think he hasn’t heard me, but then his eyes bulge and he tips his head back with a whoop.

“Yes! Thank fuck for that. I couldn’t stop worrying that the Plan B stuff might not work.”

I laugh. “I know. Me too. I couldn’t get that idea out of my head, and I’ve never felt so relieved in my life.” I rest my forehead against his shoulder while he nuzzles my neck.

“Sparky, I’m so glad. Shit, I’m sorry that you had to go through that freak-out at all, and I promise I will be prepared next time and not act like a mindless asshole.”

“You weren’t a mindless asshole. We were just too fired up and into it to think straight.” I lean back and hold his face, making sure he’s looking at me. “We won’t let that happen again, okay?”

“Okay.” He nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows. “So… there’s gonna be a next time?”

My smile grows as I lean toward his mouth and whisper, “There better be.”

I kiss his lips, then quickly deepen it. His moan is delicious as I swipe my tongue against his, then tip my hips and grind against him. I feel his erection grow beneath me, and my body sparks with desire.

His arms wrap around me that much tighter, and I swear I’m contemplating discovering what going down on him will feel like. I want to give him that, but…

His coach walks past and catches us making out. We both get yelled at for a full five minutes while Zander has to stand there with a tent in his pants and my flustered self jiggling on my feet beside him. I hate being told off. It makes my face go bright red, and then I have to pee. It’s the weirdest reaction, but I’ve been like that my entire life. Coach yells loudly, too, and it’s a miracle I don’t wet my pants right there in front of him.

Despite the fact that Coach threatens detention three times during his tirade, we never actually get one, but we are barked out of the gym, and I don’t see Zander again until lunchtime.

As I sit down next to him in the cafeteria, we share a secret smile, and when his hand lands on my knee under the table, I thread my fingers through his and feel this overwhelming sense of comfort.

Everything is right in the world again.

I’m not pregnant.

And I have the sweetest, sexist boyfriend on the planet.

“WE DID IT… A LOT”

CHAPTER 20

ZANDER

It’s my birthday, and I’m currently having sex in the sports utility closet behind the workout room. And yes, it’s the best birthday present I have ever gotten, ever.

It’s been over a month since Sienna and I lost our virginity together, and we’ve been like horny rabbits ever since. I swear I can’t get enough of this girl.

I groan, thrusting into her while she clings to me.

“Shhhh,” she reminds me, fisting the back of my shirt as I pump into her hard and fast.

We’ve never actually done it at school, but the fiery kiss she gave me this morning lit something inside me, and I’ve been burning for her all day. When she walked into the cafeteria during lunch, she must have read the heated look in my eye, because she beckoned me with her finger and we snuck down here. This section of the school is closed during lunchtimes because there are no coaches or teachers around to monitor the workout room. But that doesn’t mean one won’t randomly pop down here at any second, which is why we’re in the very back corner, hidden in the shadows.

Sienna is perched on the edge of a big storage crate, her panties dangling off her ankle while my jeans are bunched around my knees. Her pussy is warm and hot, and I’m buried balls deep in the best person I know.

Fuck, I love her so much.

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