“No, you’re not a doll.”
I slide down his body until my feet touch the floor. “Are we really doing this?” I ask. I know I’m falling more and more for him every second. It’s scary.
“Let’s enjoy the moment.” I’m not sure that’s the answer I was looking for, but in this moment, my need for him is too great to dive deeper into what this thing between us is or will be.
“Okay.” I find myself agreeing. What if we find out in a few days we aren't really that into each other? Maybe it’s only the thrill of getting caught that we’re really into. Then his whole career could be fucked over for nothing. “I like that plan.” I kiss his chest.
His eyes fall closed, and I kiss his chest again. “I want to touch you.” He doesn't stop me as I wrap my hand around his cock. It’s both soft like velvet and hard too. A groan comes from deep inside his chest. Showering together feels so intimate. “Show me.” He opens his eyes to stare down at me, his eyes full of lust.
“You’re not going to hurt me.” He wraps his hand over mine. His hold is firm as he teaches me how to stroke him back and forth. “Anything you do is going to feel good. Your breathing alone does it for me.”
“You’re so sweet.” He releases my hand and lets me stroke him on my own.
“I should be sweeter to you.” I can hear the regret in his voice.
“I’m the only one who gets the grumpy bear that enjoys barking orders at me.”
“Fuck.” He drops his head back as I stroke him harder. “I have no self-control when it comes to you.” The nickname Bear is fitting. “You make me feel shit I don’t understand.”
“The feeling is mutual.” I drop to my knees in front of him.
“Willow. You don’t have to…” His words are cut off when I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. His hand flies out to brace himself against the wall. The other tangles into my hair. His hips thrust forward. He might be saying one thing, but his body is saying another.
I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock before I take him all the way to the back of my throat. The sounds that come from him are animalistic. My clit starts to throb at the sounds I’m pulling from him. A thrill runs down my spine. It pushes me to suck harder. I want to be the best he’s ever had. His hand tightens in my hair.
“I’m going to come.” I look up at him, wanting to see his face as he finds his release. If I didn't know any better, I would think he was in pain as he starts to come. His warm release spills down my throat.
I suck and lick every drop of him down and don’t stop. I’m greedy for the pleasure I’m giving him. All that control he has slips away, and all I see is him. I lean back, and his cock slips free from my mouth.
He grabs me and lifts me into his arms, pinning me to the shower wall and kissing me. I cling to him, not sure if I’ll ever be able to let him go. Hoping that I never have to.
14
Willow
“What about this?” Zoey stares at me with her nose scrunched. This is the third outfit I’ve tried on. I need to make sure I wear something presentable after what happened this morning.
“Are you going to see his mom or yours?”
“So that’s a no.” I walk back into my closet to find something else to wear.
“Wear what you always wear, dork.” She pulls a fuzzy white sweater off a hanger with a pair of jeans. I pull off the cardigan and skirt before putting on the clothes she picked out. That was an outfit I would wear to have lunch with my own mom.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I grumble.
“You’re a grown woman, and he’s a grown man. I’m sure his mom knows he has sex.”
“We’re not having sex,” I hiss, making her laugh. I am still confused about that. Why didn't we have sex?
“You know what I mean.” I grab a pair of boots, slipping them on. “I don’t understand why I’m going to his parents’ house. We don’t even have a label for whatever this is that he and I are doing.”
I already tried to get out of going. Bear swore that his mom would track me down and pretend to run into me somewhere, so it was better to just go. I was a little jealous that his mom would go so far to be involved in his life.
“She was sweet,” Zoey reminds me. She really was sweet at the game. She clearly loves her son too. Bear reassured me that his mom knows he’s not dating Tiffany. That did make me feel a tiny bit better. At least she doesn’t think I’m a homewrecker. I take some consolation in that.
“Better?” I motion to my outfit.
“Perfect.” She beams. “I want more details later.”
I only had a chance to give her the CliffsNotes. It took Bear and me way too long to get out of his place and down here for me to change before we’re supposed to be at his parents’ place. We keep ending up having make-out sessions like we’re teenagers.
“I might not be home tonight.”
“You slut,” she teases me. “Still can’t believe you’re hooking up with Reid’s coach. It kind of makes sense. You’ve always said the boys you date are juvenile. Theo is anything but that.” That’s an understatement. Is there something that is more than a man? He would likely fall into whatever category that would be. I’m not sure where to put Bear. I’ve never met anyone like him before.
“I like being with him.” I shrug. I might like it too much, in fact. I don’t think this thing we have can go very far to begin with. If it did, it would have to stay hidden. He might not want it to go anywhere for all I know. This could all be fun. My mind races with all the possible outcomes.
“Reid said he’s a good guy,” Zoey offers. Everything I could dig up on him said the same too. There was no string of girlfriends, hidden love children, or anything. He’d been a model student and NFL player. He’d even done advocating for the Players Association in the NFL. He’d been asked to put his name in to be the president of it, but he turned it down.
“People are going to have shit to say if they find out about us.”
“People always have shit to say.” Isn't that the truth? I glance at my phone, checking the time, knowing we need to get out of here. “You’ll be fine. Be yourself,” Zoey reminds me as we leave my room.
Bear stands as we enter the living room. “Ready?” he asks, holding his hand out to me. I take it.
“You kids don’t be out too late.” Reid says, earning him a glare from Bear.
I try to pull my hand from his when the elevator doors open on the bottom floor—who knows who could be around?—but he doesn't let me. He walks me to his truck, opening the door for me.
“We should be more careful,” I say as we pull out of the parking lot. He only grunts a response. “You don’t think it’s weird I’m meeting your parents?” I suppose I already met them, but meeting them as the girl their son is dating is way different.
“Mom can be like a dog with a bone. How are your parents?”
“Absent.”
He flicks a glance my way. It’s the best way to describe our relationship.