Page 43 of False Start

“You’re playing football for State,” Jacob says, his eyes wide and on me like he can’t believe me. And I can’t either, really. This was the dream. None of us could ever even imagine it happening, but we talked about it every time we went out on that field whether it was peewee, JV or varsity. It didn’t matter.

And here I am, being a totally ungrateful asshole.

“Sorry,” I say sincerely. “I know. I just miss actually playing.”

He grins at me and smacks my shoulder. “Cheer up, man. We should go out and celebrate the win with the team. They want us to go.” He nods over to where some of the older players are getting dressed.

“Nah. Thanks though.”

I sulk all the way to the dorm, wearing my stupid suit, missing my boyfriend and home. But when I get up to my dorm room, I can barely move because... there’s Austin, his books on his lap and a wide smile pointed in my direction.

I rush over to him, just as he stands up, and wrap him in my arms. “You’re here.”

He laughs against my chest and hugs me back. “It’s only been a week.”

“I thought it was going to be two.” I don’t want to release him, and I don’t. I just hold onto him, breathing him in like a total creeper.

He chuckles. “Eh, I couldn’t make it.”

That makes me far too happy. I reluctantly release him long enough to help him pick up his books and unlock my door. But as soon as he puts his books down on my desk and I drop his bag by the door, I’m on him again.

I kiss him hard, holding onto his face, my heart happy and full because he’s here. “Wait.” I pull back just enough to look at him, still holding onto his face. “I thought you needed to study.”

My gut sinks because I can’t let him get behind for me. He loves school. He just smiles sweetly. “I studied a lot. So much, I think my brain hurts.”

“Hey, that’s usually my problem,” I tease, and he laughs, leaning up to kiss me again. He pulls back, both of us breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to get behind because of me.”

He grins again, his hand going to my tie. “A tie? Really?” He quirks his brow.

I release his face and pinch his ass. “Shut. Up.”

He cackles and then pushes the suit jacket off my shoulders, going for the tie next. “I’m not going to be behind. I was worried, but the more I studied, the more I realized I already know the material. I’ll study more tomorrow, but I can spare tonight.”

“Tonight...” I say, a mixture of awe and excitement running through my blood. He’s really here. He showed up just to spend the night with me.

His fingers work the buttons on my shirt free, and he pulls it from my pants, removing it totally. My hands are everywhere, running from the sides of his face to the back of his head, pulling him in close.

He strips off his shirt, and I go for the button on his jeans. It’s a flurry of clothes flying and our mouths melded together as we reach the bed. I let him fall back, but my body follows, blanketing him.

I kiss down his neck and over his chest. “I can’t believe you’re here. That we’re...” I pull back enough to look at his long, lean torso and up to his eyes, full of lust. “That we’re really here.”

“You’re telling me,” he says with a sly grin.

I run my hand over his soft skin, feeling the hard muscle of his chest and abdomen and down the hair of his thighs. “What do you want?”

“You.” He says it instantly, so easily, and it makes my heart kick up in speed. His eyes hold onto me. “All of you.”

I think I know what he’s saying, but I need absolute confirmation. “You have to spell it out for me.”

I love the way his mouth slides into an easy, relaxed smile as he reaches for my hard cock, stroking it slowly, his eyes never losing contact with mine. “I want this inside me.”

I run my finger over his lips. “Here?”

He shakes his head, side to side in a sexy move, releasing my cock. “Uh-uh.” He guides my hand from his lips, down over his chest, trailing slowly over his groin, bypassing his hard-as-a-rock dick to his hole, resting one of my fingers on the rim. “Here.”

I swallow, my eyes following our hands the whole time, and I’m left staring at his puckered entrance. I test it, not pressinginside, but feeling the wrinkled, soft flesh with my finger. He wiggles beneath me, his head falling back slightly.

“Yes. There.”

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