Page 78 of Topping the Jock
“We came from the living room.”
I shook my head with a laugh as my heart squeezed in my chest. “No. Not in this room. In this situation. Me and you. I hated you so much in the beginning. I was rude and bitter and not welcoming in the least.”
“Yeah, but that’s because I bullied you in school. It would’ve been weird for you to welcome me with open arms. And you didn’t know at the time that I secretly had the hots for you and had been crushing on you since middle school.”
“What do you think would’ve happened if you’d told me back then?”
Monty deeply sighed and stared up at the ceiling, his forehead crinkled in the middle. “I’d like to think we’d still be where we are now, with you in my arms. It just wouldn’t have taken as long to get here.”
Emotion welled up inside me, and I nestled closer. I couldn’t get close enough to him. Maybe relationships had never worked with anyone else because I was meant to be with Monty. It was fate. “I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.”
“Giving up isn’t in my character, Specks. When I want something, I work my ass off to get it.”
“And you wanted me?”
“More than anything,” Monty responded, taking my face in his hand before kissing me.
Snow fell harder outside the window as we got lost in each other, hands sliding under clothes and mouths meeting over and over again. When the lack of space on the chair became too annoying, I stood up and pulled him with me, dragging him to my bed and throwing him onto it.
“I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he said with a smirk.
“Shut up.” I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my pants before he tugged me down with him, our lips brushing together.
Falling in love with Monty was scary. But as we came together, legs tangled in the sheets and our sweat-slick bodies grinding against each other, I couldn’t imagine not being with him. In such a short time, he’d made me see the world differently.
He’d made me fly.
***
Monday morning, Monty and I arrived at work at the same time. We’d taken separate vehicles but had left together. He had stayed the night with me Saturday night, and then on Sunday, I had packed a bag and gone to his place. We hadn’t discussed what was going on between us, but we seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement that we wanted to be together. That this thing between us was more than sex, more than just the occasional date. It was getting to the point where we wouldn’t be able to hide our relationship for much longer. Even crazier? I didn’twantto hide it anymore. From anyone.
As I got out of my car, I pulled my coat tighter around me and pressed my face into my scarf. The November air was cutting right through me.
“I can’t feel my balls,” Monty said, as we got onto the sidewalk and headed toward the courtyard. “Will you check them for me? Just to make sure they’re okay?”
“I can always pour my hot coffee on them,” I suggested, lifting up my cup.
He cringed. “No, thanks.”
“Should we move the students into the gym this morning?” I asked, shivering as a cold breeze pierced through my many layers. “It’s too cold to stand out here.”
“Don’t gotta convince me,” he responded. “I’m used to Texas weather. I think I’m literally dying right now.”
“I’ll find a way to revive you later.”
He cocked his head at me. “Promise?”
“You two look like you’re getting along,” Sherry said, meeting us at the doors as I unlocked them. Her knowing smile said everything her words hadn’t. She definitely suspected something between us. “Montgomery, isn’t that your coat?” she asked, nodding to me.
Monty snapped his mouth shut, and my face heated.
That morning, I had been in the kitchen pouring freshly made coffee into a tumbler right before we were supposed to leave. Monty had come up behind me and kissed my neck, startling me and making me spill it all over my coat. So he had let me wear one of his. He had only worn it once to work.
How in the hell had Sherry noticed?
“It’s okay,” she said. “Your secret is safe with me.”
Not sure how to respond, I turned down the hall and headed toward the gym. Monty quickly caught up to me.
