Page 23 of The Tomboy and the Captain

I squeeze her ass harder and pull her into me more. She rocks again, encouraging me to keep the friction going.

“I told you. I don’t want to kiss you here,” I say, flitting my gaze to her mouth. “I want to kiss you,” I drop my chin and look down to where her barely covered pussy is grinding on my hard-on. Goddamn, I bet she’s wet. I curl my fingers against her ass to stem the craving to dive into her panties and sink my fingers inside of her.

“You should have made that clear in the terms then,” she says, her mouth by my ear. She’s grabbed a fistful of my hair and is now circling her hips in my lap, pressing down so hard that I am seconds away from coming in my pants.

I drag one hand up her back and sink it into her hair, threading the strands around my fingers until I’ve got enough to pull her head back enough to force us face-to-face. My gaze swims around her face, from the heavy lids of her eyes to the way her tongue peeks out of her lips. I can smell how wet she is, and all I want to do is taste it.

“I see. Well then next time, I’ll be sure to make it clear. I guess we know what the volleyball bet is now, don’t we?” I bring my mouth a fraction of an inch away from hers, our breath mingles in the intimate space between us.

“As will I,” she says, her mouth stretching into a devilish grin. I lift my palm from her ass for just a breath and bring it back with a light spank that makes her whimper and her smile grows.

I nip at her bottom lip and suck it in hard while she rocks on my cock. I push up against her as my tongue dips into her mouth and tastes hers. She wriggles against me and pushes me back against the headboard, and I don’t even care that I might get a concussion. All I can think about is how warm and soft her mouth is, how glorious she smells, how smooth her ass cheeks are and how she seems to need this relief as much as I do.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to soak these pants,” I mumble against her. She nips at my top lip and I feel her mouth stretch into a smile a second before she rolls her hips even more.

“Good,” she says, sinking down on me. I bend my knees for leverage so I can lift my hips and basically fuck her through our clothes as she starts to pant and whimper through our kissing. When her head falls back, exposing her neck, I bite at her skin and kiss my way up her jaw as she muffles her cries with her palm.

Seeing her explode in my hands, on my lap, in pure ecstasy, is too much for me to take, and when her eyes finally open, I close mine and push up with a few forceful thrusts, spurting heat all over the inside of my sweats. She rocks on me a few more times,even after I come down from the high, then leans in to kiss me one more time, sweet and gentle.

Her lips are bright pink, her cheeks heated and red, and her body is covered in a sheen of sweat. If Ivy or Matt walked into this room right now, they’d shit themselves. There’s no masking what just happened, and I wouldn’t be able to get rid of the dumb smile I know I’m wearing if my life depended on it.

Laney crawls off of me and rolls back to her stomach, picking up her book again and flipping it open to a page she had dog-eared. I feel euphoric, and my gaze drags up and down her body, inspecting her ass for evidence that my hands were there.

“You should shower, Cutter. You’re a mess,” she says, the faintest, sexiest smile playing at her lips. Her eyes linger on me for a few extra seconds before they dive right back into her book.

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?” I tease. She shifts her gaze to me for a breath, and for just a moment, something about the look in her eye pulls at something deep in the center of my chest. I don’t dwell on it long. Dwelling is dangerous. Instead, I hop out of bed and head to the closet to grab the towel I left in there. Before I leave our bedroom, I glance over my shoulder to see if she’s watching. She is.

“If you stay awake, I might give you another show,” I say with a wink.

“Oh my God. Just . . . go shower!” She shakes her head, the red on her cheeks shifting from heat to blushing, I think.

When I come back to bed, her book is tucked away and she’s changed into a long T-shirt and leggings, her arms hugging a pillow to her chest and her eyes shut. I kill the light and quietly change from my towel to a pair of boxers in the closet, but I swear she’s faking. I could feel her watching me. And I liked it.

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laney

I’m goingto play like shit today at practice. I’m exhausted. I slept maybe a total of seven minutes last night. While I was busy faking sleep, I’m pretty sure Cutter’s slumber was genuine. He passed out pretty much the moment he hit the bed, but not before dropping his towel in front of me one more time for good measure. I think he may have caught me with my eyes open, but I didn’t move and snapped them shut to keep up the charade. Mostly because I didn’t want to talk anymore after . . .well, after.

Things are weird now. I knew they would be, but I also wanted every minute of what we did to happen. I think I needed it. A release. And there are things about Cutter that are so muchmorethan Cam was. And I was with Cam for so long that I think I was complacent physically. We practically had a sex schedule, one that we worked around his internship nights and my away games. There was never any heat, not like I felt last night. It was almost like we were in competition to see who could make the other person feel more. And it felt fucking amazing.

But now . . . it feels really weird. And I know that my best friend is going to call me on it in exactly five, four, three, two?—

“Why are you in my truck?” Ivy is standing by her open passenger door, hands on her hips and bent in half to look me in my eyes.

“I want to get to the gym early and I knew you had a shift this morning, so thought I could bum a ride?” I lift a shoulder and twist my lips, my acting skills all used up from pretending to sleep all night. Ivy must sense something is off, too, because she hasn’t budged. Or blinked.

“Hmmm, while I love the morning company, you’re lying.”Yeah, she knows.

I sigh.

“Just please, can you give me a lift? Like, can we leave? I want to get there soon.”I want to leave this driveway before Cutter walks out of the house.

Ivy’s gaze drifts out the back window of her truck, over the bed, and to the Jeep parked along the curb near the end of the driveway. I hold my breath and make a silent wish for her intuition to suddenly break.Fat chance.

“You didn’t!” She shoves her backpack into my lap and dives into the driver’s seat, pulling her door shut and immediately twisting to look me in the guilty fucking eyes.

“Can we please leave? I’m begging.” I’m honestly considering sprinting at this point. The only problem with that is I’d have to change up my route so Cutter wouldn’t see me, and then I’d be late instead of early to practice.

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