“I couldn’t reach it!” I protest, playing along.
“The ol’ reach-around.” Mav hands me a controller as I take a seat next to him. “Where’s Adam? I haven’t seen him since practice this morning.”
“Probably at Taryn’s,” I offer.
“He was having dinner with Ginny.” Rhett sits in the chair messing with his phone, most likely texting his girl. Which is good because he misses the way my head pops up at the information.
“Dinner…” I look to Maverick. “I could eat.”
“You could always eat.” He sets down the controller. “I’m in. Any idea where they went?”
When we walk into The Hideout and crash the Scott’s family dinner, Adam laughs. “Miss me, guys?”
“Nah, man, missed your sister,” I say jokingly. Ginny turns red and Mav goes into a coughing fit. I slide in next to her and drape my arm over her shoulder.
Adam rolls his eyes, not taking me serious for a second, which is hilarious since I’m not kidding.
Rauthruss takes a seat next to Adam, and Maverick grabs a chair for the end.
“Smells good.” I lean in close as she bites the end of a fry.
She elbows me. “Get your own.”
We order food, but I continue to sneak fries off her plate while we wait. Ginny’s so much nicer than I am. I’d never let anyone get away with taking food from me. Heath doesn’t share food. I totally said that in my Joey from Friends voice. He had the right idea.
After dinner we linger. Maverick grabs a pitcher of beer and a few guys from the team show up. All the extra commotion means it’s easier for me to flirt with Ginny without anyone noticing.
I place my hand on her leg under the table and she pins me with a playfully annoyed smirk. “Whatcha doing?”
She glances around.
“No one is paying us any attention,” I tell her without looking. “Do you want to go into the bathroom and make out?” I waggle my eyebrows, and she laughs.
“No, thanks.” She scrunches up her nose.
“I knew I should have gone with the dumpster out back.”
“So much better.” She leans in and my heart rate picks up. Sneaking around is hot. It isn’t something I ever planned on doing. My sexcapades have never been secret but moving my hand up her thigh and brushing two fingers against her jean-clad pussy with no one being the wiser while Ginny tries hard not to react is awesome. I may never go public with a chick again.
“Seriously, though, I drove. Meet you at my car?” I motion with my head to the door.
She studies my face. “You’re serious?”
“Hell yeah, I’m serious.” I scoot out of the booth. “Are you coming?”
Her mouth opens and she looks around. This time I do too, but no one is staring at us. I mean, honestly, who’d picture us together? Ginny is sugar and spice and everything nice, while I’m the dude who propositioned her for a quickie in the public bathroom thirty seconds ago.
She nods. I put cash on the table to cover my food and a portion of the alcohol. I text Maverick that they are under no circumstance to come outside until I return, and I wait for her just outside the door. Maybe it’d be safer to wait inside the vehicle so that no one sees us walking together, but I’m not making her do the walk through the parking lot to my SUV for sex by herself. I’m a gentleman like that.
She pushes out of The Hideout and scans the parking lot, stopping when she finds my SUV and giving me a perfect opportunity to sneak up behind her and lift her at the waist.
“Oh my gosh,” she squeals as I do an overhead press with her in my arms. When I bring her back down, she grabs hold of my neck. “What if you’d dropped me?”
“Such little faith.” I unlock my car and open the back door.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
She climbs in and I follow. I’m quick to shut the door and finally have her alone.
For whatever hesitation she had before, she attacks my face as soon as I turn my head. Her hands go to my hair and her mouth is on mine. I pull her onto my lap the best I can in this back seat, slouching down so our heads aren’t bumping against the roof of the car.
God bless tinted windows. My fingers slip under her shirt and lift. I enjoy the way her skin pebbles at my touch. I push up the fabric so I can access her bra, pull the cups down and press my lips to one nipple. She arches into me and rubs herself against my crotch.
“Do you put something on your skin? Edible lotion?” I pop off just long enough to ask and then move to the next nipple.
“Edible lotion?” She giggles and then moans.
“You always taste so good.” I lick and bite. Seriously, Ginny-flavored nipples are my favorite food and I am starving.
“It’s just me.” She pulls away, scrambling onto the seat beside me and unbuttoning my jeans. She smiles up timidly at me as she frees my dick.
I hiss as she licks the dot of precum. “Fuck, Ginny. Do that again.”
She does, except this time, she takes me all the way in.
Dead. Gone. Rest in peace. Thought I was going to hell, but this is heaven.
I hit the back of her throat, and she gags, but does she stop? Hell to the no.
I place my hands on her head, running my fingers through her hair. Gently, I guide the tempo, but I let her decide how much to take. I’m a big guy — no one has dared to deep throat me before, and she’s the last person I expected to try.
I’m getting dangerously close with each swirl of her tongue and hollowing of her cheeks. I hold her hair back from her face
