Page 7 of Best Year Ever
“It’s not even wrapped now, so it isn’t terrible,” I explain. “Just not worth the risk of hurting it more. Anyway, it doesn’t feel great to be done for the year, but we’re a young team. Johnson, our quarterback, and I have only been in the league for two years now. Another strong draft and we should have a lot of the right pieces for a run next fall.”
“Your season doesn’t start until next fall again? Like September-ish?” Rori asks, with genuine curiosity. It’s refreshing to have someone truly interested in learning more, I realize. This isn’t the norm for my conversations with women in hotel rooms.
“Sort of,” I respond. “We start practices in June, training camp in July, and preseason games in August. So I’ve got a few months off starting in late January, but only through the Spring.”
“That makes sense,” Rori says, nodding. “And you’re travelling? Where?”
“Asia. Vietnam, Singapore, and Japan. It should be really interesting. I’m bringing one of my younger brothers with me.”
“Oh that’s nice! I’m an only child so I’m always jealous of people with siblings.” Her tone is light, so it’s clearly not too sensitive a subject.
“Well, my little sister is cool, but my little brothers are pains in the ass, so don’t be too envious,” I joke.
Rori laughs in response and my breath catches at the sight. Damn, this woman is so beautiful. Seemingly inside as well as out.
Before I think too deeply about that, I reach out and gently take her free hand in mine, rolling my thumb over palm. The contact makes her go quiet, but when our eyes connect, hers areshining with interest. I set my water down and she copies me, placing her bottle next to mine.
Her action is a pretty big clue, but I decide to make certain that she wants this moment to head where I think it’s going.
“Can I kiss you, Rori?”
A small smile touches her lips, and then she stands on her toes to reach me, initiating a subtle brush of our mouths.Her confidence is such a turn on.Unable to restrain myself, I pull her closer and kiss her more firmly.
She tastes like strawberries. Have I mentioned I love strawberries?
The kiss deepens as we both relax into each other, a little moan escaping her. So responsive, but also seemingly unafraid to take what she wants from me. I’m surprised by the intensity of the give and take, as we trade off who is in control.
Not complaining. It’s sexy as fuck to have her claim what she needs from me.
Minutes pass. The longer we keep kissing, the more her body softens into mine. Her dress is probably a little stiff and uncomfortable, but she’s pure warmth against me.
“You’re a great kisser,” she says, pulling our lips apart for a moment, before moving her arms around my shoulders and sealing our mouths together again.
As she presses against me tighter, I want my hands everywhere on her, but I settle for wrapping both my arms around her in a strong grip. She sighs a little in response.
That sound is a trigger. Suddenly I’m hungry for a lot more.
I shift us closer so that she is lined up against me, the front of our bodies connected in every way. Her tits push against me in this position, and I love the feel of her softness against my chest. In turn, I’m sure she can feel my hardening dick snug against her even with clothes blocking some of the sensation.
I think it might be time for a change of location. Reluctantly, I break the kiss.
“Rori, should we move to the bedroom?” I want to make sureshe’s comfortable with each step. If she wants to stop here, we will stop here.
“I was thinking the same thing,” she says with a small laugh, her eyes glittering.
Grabbing one of her hands again, I lead her into the bedroom.
Her other hand is on her zipper as we enter, and her dress is on the floor by the time she reaches my bed.
Fuck,this woman.
For hours, we push each other’s stamina and pleasure—and then finally, at three AM, we crash, trying to get a little sleep. It’s unquestionably the hottest night of my twenty-three years.
But when I wake up a few hours later, she’s gone. No good-bye note, no sign that she was here at all, except a slightly wrinkled pillow next to me.
Okay, maybe she was in a hurry to leave.
But then my morning text to her—“Safe travels to Australia, I had a great time last night”—goes unanswered.
