Page 81 of Fast Break
JT hangs up the phone and glances down at me as I sit up and straighten my tie.
“Yes, I heard. Let’s go then,” I say, standing to my feet and hauling him up with me, valiantly ignoring the ache between my legs.
“I don’t know if I want to go,” he says, doubt filling his eyes. “What if I don’t get an offer?”
I lift his chin so I can look into those deep green eyes. “Why would you not get an offer? Aren’t you the league MVP?”
“Yes but that doesn’t mean I’m what a team is looking for. What if they need a tall player instead of a point guard? What if they want someone more like Trey who can work the rebounds? What if they—”
“Stop, babe,” I tell him, pressing my finger to his lips. “We won’t know unless we go to your house and check the letterbox. There’s no harm in doing that is there?”
“I suppose not,” he says in a quiet voice. “But Quinn. This is my life. What if—”
“JT.Jethro,” I say, waiting until those anxious green eyes collide with mine. “Life is full ofwhat ifs. Here’s another one for you. What if thereisan offer waiting in your letterbox for you? What if we’re standing around here worrying while your future is waiting for you at home?”
“What if you just kiss me again so I can stop worrying?” he prompts, lips quirked into a smile. So I give him what he wants, holding his jaw as I angle his face up to mine, planting my lips on his and sucking out all his worry.
He’s breathless and his eyes are glazed when I break from him, and I have to I try extra hard not to think about what we were doing before his cousin’s untimely phone call. But this is important to my boyfriend so it’s important to me. I watch as JT steels his resolve before nodding at me and I reach for my car keys.
The drive to JT’s house is a silent one and I squeeze my hand onto his jiggling thigh while he chews on his bottom lip. I know how important this is to him. I know it and I’m inwardly praying to the God JT still believes in as I drive to the suburban home where he lives. I’m not sure whether to park around the corner or not but JT nods at me to keep going so it’s with only a small amount of trepidation that I roll to a stop in front of the cream brick house where JT lives.
He sucks in a breath, not moving until I squeeze his thigh again and he nods.
“Wait for me?” he asks.
“Of course.” I watch as he climbs out of the car and heads straight for the old-fashioned letterbox at the front of the house. He comes up empty handed, and I try not to read too much into that. It doesn’t mean there’s no letter for him. I can see his family are home, so chances are the mailbox has already been checked. JT must come to the same conclusion as he points at the front door and then heads inside.
I wait an anxious few moments until the front door opens again and JT is bounding down the front lawn to my car. He’s clutching a large white envelope, and his eyes are wild and excited as he pulls open the car door and slides inside.
“Go,” he prompts, obviously not wanting his parents to look out the window and see who he’s here with. I don’t hesitate, pushing the car into drive and speeding away.
“Where to, babe?” I ask.
“Um, your house,” he says in a quiet voice. “It’s where I feel most at home.”
Damn, there he goes again, choking me up with feelings. I swallow down the sudden wave of emotions as I step on the gas and head back towards my house.
It’s not that I’m surprised by my emotions because it’s JT. And JT is as sweet as sugar pie. But I always thought I’d cruise through life, making bank on my good academic record, dating guys like Devon off and on, guys that never meant all that much to me but who I’d put up with for sex. I never thought I’d meet someone who literally takes my breath away, who makes me feel things the way JT does. The way I would do literally anything for him. The way he makes me want to spend all my money on stupid shit for him because it’s worth it just to see his smile. The way I will sit and watch an entire game ofsportand actually care about the outcome. The way he makes me think about things like thefutureand that elusivemword I never thought would be part of mine given the wreckage I witnessed of my parents’ marriage. Nope, JT makes me feel everything and I love that about us.
It’s a ten-minute drive and I am feeling like I have a stomach full of butterflies as I pull up in the driveway and turn to face JT. He’s clutching the envelope to his chest, nerves pouring off him in waves.
I wait to see if he’s going to open the letter in the car but he goes for the door handle, so I follow behind him, all the way up the stairs until I’m closing my bedroom door behind us.
“Go ahead,” I encourage, standing in front of him as he lets out a whoosh of air. He rips the envelope open, and I wait as his eyes dart over the information, unable to read any emotions from him. “Well?”
“It’s an offer from Eastern Greys—the local team. Same team as Trey,” he says, biting on his lip as he looks up at me with his big, wide eyes.
“I knew it,” I say quietly. “I’m so proud of you.”
He gulps in a few big breaths, eyes misty again until he drops the envelope on the bed and reaches for me. I go easily, not stopping him as he plants a kiss on my mouth, his desperation evident in the slight tremble to his hands.
His fingers go straight for my shirt buttons, and I don’t stop him. I know what he wants, and I know how to give it to him as I help him out of his clothes, pushing him in the direction of my ensuite where I can lock the door behind the two of us. I know my mum will be home any minute and so far, I have mostly tried to not have sex with JT while she’s in the house. But I can read my boyfriend’s need for this, and I am not one to deny him.
I shuck him free of his clothes and set the water running, JT’s lips never leaving mine. As soon as the water’s warm enough I push him inside and he pulls me along with him, warm hands grappling smooth skin.
“Tell me what you want, JT,” I murmur, kissing my way down his neck. “You want me on my knees for you to show you how proud of you I am?”
“Yes. That,” he breathes. I quirk a smile as I slowly sink to my knees before him, lining myself up at the perfect height. And then I give my boyfriend exactly what he needs, my mouth slotting perfectly around his dick.
