Page 15 of So Pucking Over You
Leaving the shower, I dry and put my sweats and T-shirt on. One more night in my bed. One more night I can watch her sleepwithout her knowing, inhale her essence and pretend it’s real. That we’re a couple. That she’s mine. She sure as hell doesn’t belong with our team man-whore. Trevor’s got talent, just no ethics. He’s all about himself and doesn’t care about anyone else. He’s gonna crash and burn. I just hope he can hold it off until after this season. We have a chance at the cup.
Shutting off the light before opening the door I hope she’s asleep. Lying next to her and not touching her has been my greatest challenge. All I’ve wanted for years was to make her mine. To cherish and worship her. I’m too old and she doesn’t see me like a boyfriend anyway.
I’ll play the game that Trevor forced on me. She’ll never know how I really feel. I will not let her be embarrassed or hurt. Ever.
Walking into the bed area I hesitate. She’s leaning against the headboard in a peach-colored spaghetti-strap Cami leafing through her notes. She changed. Oh fuck, I can see her hard little nipple pressing against the soft fabric.
She smiles at me from her side of the bed. “Perfect timing. I was just finishing.”
Placing her notepad on the shelf next to her, she settles on her side facing me and pats the mattress. “There’s plenty of room for the both of us on this bed. You need to relax and rest. Tomorrow could be a rough day.”
I’ve fantasized of having her in my bed so many times. Under me, over me, beside me. I shut off my lamp hoping she didn’t see the boner that instantly sprang to life when I saw her waiting for me in bed. I want nothing more than to climb under the sheets and snuggle up to her.
Sliding under the blankets, I lie on my back, one arm under my pillow, one leg cocked to hide my reaction to her. What kind of a sick fuck am I? She’s too damn young for me. She’s just starting her career. At thirty-five and as a goalie, mine is on the down slide.
I love her. I’ve loved her from the beginning. Oh, I tried to lose her image in the beds of other women for a while, but it didn’t work. Afterward, I never liked myself. She had my heart, so it felt like cheating. I gave up trying a couple years ago and subsist on the companionship when her family lets me be part of theirs.
From the time I was ten I spent every summer with Gramps on the ranch. Grams died the year I turned twelve. My parents died in a car accident two years later and I moved in permanently with him.
As a ballsy teen, I noticed some of the ladies from town making sly moves on Gramps. I asked him why he didn’t take them up on it. He looked at me and said, ‘For some men any port in a storm will do. For some of us there’s only one in a lifetime. I was blessed to find your Gram.’ He tapped his chest. ‘She’s still here and I’ll be true until we’re together again.’
I thought he was still mourning, and he’d get over it. I didn’t understand until I met Oakley.
Blowing out a breath I start mentally counting backward from one hundred. On my third round, the bed shifts and Oakley snuggles closer and places her head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest. “You can’t sleep either?”
With her body pressed to mine my brain short-circuits and I’m unable to do more than croak out a yeah.
“Are you worried about the lack of prep time for the game, or whether Trevor will make a scene at the press conference after?”
Hell, I haven’t even thought about the little prick since I’ve had her on my own. I clear my throat. “A little of both, I guess.”
She sits up. “Roll over. I’m going to give you a shoulder rub. It will help to relax you.”
Like hell it will. My cock is already hard as a pipe. She grabs the covers to throw them back and I roll the opposite directionas quickly as I can, so she won’t see my arousal. “Uhm, you don’t have to do this, Oak. I’ll be okay.”
“I want to. You’ve done so much for me.”
She straddles my hips. I feel the heat of her bare thighs against mine and the warmth of her satin clad pussy through my sweats. Fuck, she’s going to kill me.
Slowly, she runs her palms up my back from my waist to my shoulders. Beginning with a firm pressure. With the heel of her palms, she works on the tight muscles near my neck. Her touch is warm and soft.
“You can ask Gordy, I’m pretty good at giving shoulder massages.”
If Gordy knew I was in bed with his sister, he’d castrate me for sure. “Uh, I don’t think we should tell Gordy about this.”
She scoffs. “He can just get over himself. We’re consenting adults. He has nothing to say about what I do or who I do it with.” She tugs up the hem of my T-shirt. “Pull this off.”
Grabbing the bunched up back of the shirt, I pull it over my head. Her soft palms on my flesh send more shock waves to my cock.
“Oakley?”
She leans into the massage and I feel her whole torso pressed against my back. Her hips rotate as if she’s finding the perfect seat against the small of my back. I swear I can feel her satin covered mound pressed against me as she slides her hands up from the small of my back to my shoulders and back down. Each long stroke brings her front into a teasingly light contact with my back. Each stroke taunts me with images of her making love to me.
“Relax Dash, let me take care of you for once. You’re always looking out for me.”
Sliding down my body, she aligns her knees on either side of mine and pulls my sweats down. Her warm soft palms pressagainst my ass cheeks and slowly, firmly, stroke upward gently kneading as she goes until she’s stretched over me, her thumbs working the tight muscles in my shoulder and neck and her torso pressed against me.
Slowly she rubs her way back down. Again, she works her way to my shoulders and retreats. She’s like a cat, stretching and kneading me in all the perfect places.