Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
I’m trying to take it slow. I want it to be right for her, not some half-assed rush job in her car or mine after a football game. I want a mattress, some fucking scented candles, music, and whatever else shit we need to make it memorable. I probably don’t even need a mattress—just a door and a flat surface, but during the football season, it’s tough to get that private time. I’ve got practice and when I’m not practicing, I’m studying because despite its name, FU High is hard as fuck. I may have taken one too many honors courses, but I can’t regret it because if I hadn’t taken them, I would probably have zero classes with my girl. Those upper level courses are all she’s taking because she’s amazing and brilliant. But she’s also busy studying, not just for the classes she’s taking but for college entrance exams and stuff.
We hang out all the time together, but her mom is around a lot. We could ditch her and study at the library or go to a party on the weekends, but there really isn’t any horizontal place in the library. If it wasn’t our first time, maybe I could push her up against the metal bookcases, flip up her skirt and take her quick and hard while she bit into her hand to keep from making a noise louder than a whisper. If we’d been sleeping together for a while, the idea of sneaking to the back of someone’s house, kneeling in the damp grass, and shoving my tongue between her legs while she leans against the siding would be a plan I’d be in favor of. But we haven’t been sleeping together for a while. Not even once.
I want to, desperately, but she doesn’t seem ready. If she was, she wouldn’t keep inviting me over to her house and plopping down five feet from her mom. It’s not to say that Mrs. Alistair isn’t cool. She is. She’s a bomb-ass cook, smiles nicely to me every time I show up on her doorstep, and doesn’t complain about all the food I tend to eat while I’m here.
But she’s always lurking around and the most that I’ve been able to do with her watching Ace and me like a hawk is to rub Ace’s ankles under the table. I have learned she’s sensitive there which is good intel, but I could’ve learned that in her bedroom, with her door closed and her clothes off.
As I make quick work of my side of the blanket, it occurs to me that I’ve been treating this situation a little like a football game. Since I’m a wide receiver, I’ve got to wait for the ball to be thrown to me. I can’t take the ball from the center and make my own plays. Having a decent quarterback can mean the difference between a wide receiver going to a top tier school or not getting a scholarship at all.
But life isn’t a football game. I stand up. “You done?”
Ace blinks in surprise. “Um, almost, why?”
“Because we’re going out for some food.”
“But I have to study.”
“Bring your books.” I turn to Mrs. Alistair. “I’m taking Ace to my house after we pick up some food. We’ll be home late.”
Her eyes widen. Ace makes a small sound behind me. Protest? Surprise? I’m not sure. Mrs. Alistair inspects me for a long, uncomfortable moment, but, in the end, she nods. “I hope you’ll use a condom.”
“Mom! We’re not having sex.”
Mrs. Alistair merely shrugs. “I’m just saying, use protection.”
I grab Ace’s hand. “We won’t be having sex until Ace is ready.” But there’s a lot of shit we can do that doesn’t involve my dick in her sweet pussy. Lots.
13
Alice
My knee bounces, my heart still racing from what my mom said. I can’t believe she blurted that out. Okay, that’s a lie; it’s not completely shocking. Owen’s hand comes down on my knee.
“Ace?”
I fidget in my seat. I glance over at him. His gaze meets mine for a moment before it goes back to the road.
“I’m not hungry.” I lick my lips. “Not for food.”
“Trust me, I’m going to be eating you.” My legs clench together. The small throb that hit the second we got into his car is growing more intense. The anticipation of what’s to come has my body wound so tight. His words have me both excited and nervous at the same time. Knowing that he’s a virgin also stops the thoughts of self-doubt from creeping in. We are both in the same boat as far as experience, which makes it an even playing field between us. I know that whatever we decide to do tonight will be good for the both of us regardless of how far we take it. There is no doubt in my mind that Owen will make everything special for me. I glance back over at him and take in his profile. Thoughts of his hands touching me everywhere while his mouth consumes me has me growing more impatient by the second.