Page 65 of The Game Plan

I can’t believe more guys aren’t interested in doing this. From what I’ve heard in the locker room, guys rarely initiate going down, though they seem more than happy to receive. They’re crazy, selfish idiots who don’t know what they’re missing. There’s nothing quite like a beautiful girl with her legs clenched tight around my ears, coming on my tongue.

We’re the only ones in the house, so we don’t need to worry about being quiet, and Sam doesn’t hold back. The sounds she makes, the way she tightens around my fingers, has me ready to go right this fucking minute.

She sags against the pillows, tugging ineffectually on my collar. I hover over her, and she pulls me down on top of her.

“Mm. Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” I tell her, wrapping her into my arms and holding her close. She likes to cuddle immediately after, and I’m here for that. “Just doing my job.”

She grins tiredly up at me. “Your job?”

“Yeah, as your boyfriend.”

Sam blinks.

Shit. What if she’s not ready? What if I’m jumping the gun? I’ve never had a girlfriend before. Do we need to—

“I like the sound of that,” she says, running her thumb over my cheek.

My heart spasms in my chest. “You do?”

“Yeah.” She kisses me softly, sweetly. “I like the idea of you being my boyfriend.”

I roll over, bringing her with me so she’s sprawled across my chest. She sits up, straddling me, and I briefly see stars when her bare pussy rubs against my cock.

“I know it’s soon, tonight is only our first date, and—”

She silences me with another kiss. Her hands dip to my shirt, slowly undoing the straining buttons. Whereas before I would have been embarrassed for her to see me with my shirt off, now I’m moderately more comfortable—enough to let her do it, enough to keep the lights on, enough to be naked with her.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, but I’ll keep repeating it until you believe me,” she says quietly, seriously. “I like you. I want to be with you. This isn’t some trick. Being with you makes me happy. It doesn’t need to be any more complicated than that.”

Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her, telling her all the things I can’t say out loud. The fear, the insecurity. The way I feel about her. I tell her everything in that kiss.

“I know,” she says, running her thumb over my cheek. “Me, too.”

Chapter twenty-five

Sam

“Well,aren’tyouasight for sore eyes,” Lex says when I sneak into the house a little after six o’clock in the morning.

“Shit!” I jump and knock two coats off the rack.

She laughs. “Someone’s up early. Or did you never go to bed?”

My hair is coming out of last night’s braid. I never took off my makeup. I’m definitely doing the walk of shame. Except I have not one single ounce of shame over what happened last night. Strut of pride, maybe.

“He had to leave for the gym,” I explain. “I wasn’t about to stay at his place without him there. I’m not some football groupie.”

Except I have the feeling that he would enjoy it pretty spectacularly if I was still naked in his bed when he came home from weight-lifting. And by that, I mean I would enjoy the benefits.

“So when are we going to meet this guy?” Lex says. “For real meet, not from across the cafeteria.”

“He leaves in a few hours for an away game. He won’t be back until late tomorrow night.”

Even though he can’t dress for the game, he’s still required to be sitting on the sidelines with the rest of the team. I know it’s killing him that he can’t play. He’s dying to get back out there with the boys.

It’s all my fault. O’Rourke targeted me. I just wish I knew why. I’ve never talked to him. I’ve had classes with his teammates, but aside from that, he might as well not be on my radar. He’s a total non-entity as far as I’m concerned.

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