Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“It’s nice with you,” he commented. “If I fuck things up at Michigan, at least I’m not letting you down.”
His truth stabbed into me. “Don’t say that,” I scolded. “And, Jay, you’re not letting anyone down. You’re an amazing athlete.” That wasn’t all. “You’re smart, and funny, and selfless.”
“Selfless?” His tone was dubious.
I raised my head to deliver a pointed look. “Remind me why you left Marcy’s wedding.”
“That guy was going to ruin the reception. Plenty of other guys would have done what I did.”
“Oh? How many of them offered?” I charged back.
“Okay, yeah,” he said. “I was pissed I had to leave. I had plans for you, McCarthy. You should know, they were very selfish. I wanted you all to myself.”
I traced patterns with my fingers over his chest. “Well, mission accomplished.”
His arm tightened, pulling me closer.
Our first away game was in Champaign-Urbana, and the score had been tight up until the final quarter. Tariq Crawford had ripped the ball out of a receiver’s hands and returned the fumble for a touchdown. The crowd of Fighting Illini had gone graveyard quiet, and later that evening, we boarded the buses, undefeated.
I checked my phone discreetly several times on the long drive back to Columbus. The Michigan game at Iowa had a four-thirty kickoff, so I watched the scoring unfold in real-time.
Not that I was rooting for Michigan.
I could barely bring myself to look at pictures of Jay in the ugly blue jersey and obnoxious yellow pants. The blue helmet with the yellow wings on it was everything I hated, and I was grateful it was hard to see him beneath the facemask. I would pretend it was someone else. If he scored, I’d picture him in scarlet and gray.
I was sure he’d love that.
He didn’t score against Iowa, but Michigan still won. The Hawkeyes’ run defense was weak. We’d plow through them easily next month when they came to the Horseshoe.
It was ungodly late when I got home. Chuck’s door was closed, and he’d probably been asleep for hours. I went into my room and glared up at my bed, almost too tired to climb into it, and was annoyed I was getting in it alone.
My bed had been on fire last weekend. Jay hadn’t been able to stay long Sunday morning. We both had group meetings and academic aid check-ins, plus one of his trainers told Jay he needed to lift if he was going to maintain his weight.
The morning sex had been awesome in a different way from the night before. My tiny bed sucked. It was hilarious trying to maneuver, and I’d never had sex before where we laughed. It was shocking how comfortable he made me feel, when it should have been the opposite.
It had the same ending, though. I didn’t come until after he did, but not from lack of trying on his part. He’d held out a while, shifting positions, and adjusting angles. I got the weird feeling he liked the challenge, and I wasn’t going to complain. I enjoyed the sex and feeling him fall apart when he came. And I was used to not getting an orgasm, so when he hooked his hands under my thighs and went down on me, my climax happened in like ninety seconds.
A girl could get used to that.
I peeled off the shell of my uniform top and wondered what he was doing right now. Because of the start time, they wouldn’t be going back to Ann Arbor until the morning. Was he at the hotel yet?
I texted him.
Me: Home from Illinois game. Hawkeyes run defense was so bad, you barely got any touches.
Jay: #Truth. Saw OSU won. Congrats! Wanna chat?
My heart thumped faster and I wasn’t tired anymore. Ten seconds later, his face popped up on my screen.
“Where are you?” I asked.
The camera was jerky and he seemed to be walking. “I’m in the hotel lobby. I thought we’d want privacy.” Or maybe he meant I wouldn’t want to see any of his teammates, who he was sharing a room with. Either way, he was right. He plopped down on a couch in a darkened corner. “Hi.”
The smile that widened on his face was dazzling, and even though he was wearing his Michigan warm-ups, I couldn’t stop his smile from infecting me. I felt lightheaded. “Hey.”
“How was your game? Did Lisa give you any more shit?”
I shook my head. “It was good, and no. She seems satisfied . . . for now.”
Jay didn’t look all that sympathetic. “Come on, McCarthy. I don’t know which is dumber. Her trying to extort you, or you letting her do it.”
I gnashed my teeth. “She’s not extorting me, I was going to put her on the travel squad anyway. She’s just being her typical annoying self. And, hey, while we’re talking about annoying things,” I glared into the screen, “did you happen to see the AP Poll this week?”