“Shouldn’t you be in lunch?”
She chuckles before going to her locker. “Shouldn’t you?”
I finally turn to face her. “I had something to take care of.”
“So I heard.” The smile on her face does nothing to hide her amusement. “Breakups are tough.”
“Oh, shut up. You knew it was fake the whole damn time.”
She closes her locker and walks backward with her hands in the air, smirking happily. “Hey, I didn’t say a word.”
I can’t help but laugh as I shake my head and run after her. She squeals and tries to evade me, but my arms wrap around her waist, pulling her into me. The giggle that leaves her mouth is one that I want to bottle up and put in my pocket for a rainy day. For a day when all this is over, and she’s left the broken mess I intend for her to be.
I WALK INTO THE backyard, heading straight for the treehouse. Savannah follows behind, but isn’t exactly a fan of my idea to explore the abandoned structure.
“Seriously, come on. You’ll be fine.”
She shakes her head. “No. Look at it, Gray. That thing is twelve years old, and hasn’t been played in for eight. Besides, imagine all the spiders that are in there.”
I roll my eyes and place hands on her hips, hoisting her up on the ladder. “There aren’t any spiders. I already came out here to check. Up you go.”
As we climb inside, the wood creaks from our weight. Not only was she right about it being old, but we’re also a combined hundred-something pounds heavier than we were. Still, it holds steady as we get inside. It’s nostalgic, being in here with her, but not at all awkward.
I lean against the wall and cross my ankles, looking around at the drawings that are still hanging on the wall. They’re faded, and some have been ruined by rain getting in, but the tape has managed to hold. I chuckle as I find the one I made my mom laminate for me.
Treehouse Rules:
No girls allowed except Savi.
Everyone must know the password.
No grown-ups.
All secrets shared in the treehouse, stay in the treehouse.
The password is puddles.
“Remember how mad Tess and Laney would get when they weren’t allowed up here?” I ask, gesturing to rule number one.
Savannah snickers. “How could I forget? They told me we couldn’t be friends anymore unless I let them in.”
“Did you?”
“No. You would have been so mad at me, and besides, they only stopped being my friend for ten minutes.”
It goes back to being quiet as we both look around until I can’t help but laugh.
“What?” she questions, confused.
I bite my lip and shake my head. “It’s nothing.”
“Bullshit.” Moving across the small room, she sits next to me. “Tell me.”
My eyes focus on my hands. “I’ve just had a dream or two of us having sex in here.”
“Did you really?” she chuckles.
“It wasn’t as old and rickety as it is now, but yeah.”
Before I know it, she’s straddling my lap and bending down to kiss my neck. I run my hands down her back, humming at how good it feels to have her lips on my skin. When she starts to unbutton my pants, I grab her wrists.
“What are you doing?”
She smirks. “Making your dreams come true.”
Excitement rushes through me as I lift her shirt over her head. I don’t think there is a single thing this girl can do that wouldn’t turn me on. However, as I admire her body, another bruise catches my eye.
“What happened?” I rub my thumb over it, and she hisses at the contact.
With a mastered skill, she masks over the pain I know she just felt. “It’s nothing. Just a bruise from a cheer stunt. I’m fine.”
“Savannah—” I try, but it’s no use.
She leans down and presses her lips to mine. “I told you, I’m fine. Now shut up and fuck me.”
THE BLEACHERS ARE FILLED with students and parents. I stand in the tunnel with the rest of the guys, waiting for the announcer to introduce us. The energy in here is enough to get us all pumped up and ready to slaughter this other team.
“And for the home team.” The announcer begins. “Leading their season undefeated, with four wins, it’s The Haven Grace Warriors!”
As we run out to the shouts and applause, the cheer team is lined up on either side and waving their pom-poms. I hold my helmet in my hand as I jog past Savannah, sending her a quick wink and loving the way she blushes. Her eyes roll playfully, and all I can think about is stripping her out of that uniform.
The game is intense. Our defense is incredible, but our offense isn’t playing the way we should be. Feeling exhausted, I sit down on the bench and pull off my helmet to take a drink. I’m watching the other team come close to getting a touchdown when the mascot comes over and hands me a piece of paper. I thank him hesitantly before opening it.
Win this game and I’ll make it worth your while.
- S
Glancing behind me, she winks and bites her lip in a way that renews all my energy. I stand up and put my helmet back on my head, running onto the field as soon as they miss the field goal. Talk about motivation.
WE ALL WALK INTO the diner, with Carter and Jace singing “We Are the Champions,” even though it was a regular season game. I’m almost positive they were drinking on the way here, but it’s none of my business. After we fill most of the tables, the waitress comes over and congratulates us on the win. Only five more games until we face off against NHH, and fuck if I’m not ready for it.
Savannah sits in the booth across from me, still sporting the uniform I haven’t gotten a chance to fuck her in yet. Hopefully, that’ll change tonight. During every game, I’ve had a difficult time keeping my eyes on the field, but this one was so much worse.
Over the past couple of weeks, Savannah and I have spent every free moment we have with each other. Stolen moments in empty hallways and sneaking away to guest rooms at parties, we’re both as greedy as the other—taking everything there is to give and then some. I’ve been waiting for the sexual chemistry between us to cool off, but it’s only burned hotter. At this point, I don’t know if things will ever calm down.
We’re halfway through our meals when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and smirk at the name.
Savannah: I want you so bad I can barely sit still.
I damn near choke on my milkshake. Taking out my wallet, I throw some cash down on the table and stand up.
“All right, I’m out of here.”
“You’re leaving already?” Carter slurs.
I nod. “Unlike you assholes, I played hard tonight.” I focus my attention on Savannah. “Sav, you need a ride home?”
“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks,” she plays along.
They eye us suspiciously as we say our goodbyes and head out the door, but I couldn’t care less. The only thing I’m focused on is getting Savannah on my cock. We get into my car, and I’m so sexually strung out that I fumble with the keys. Sav chuckles and runs her fingers through her hair.