Seeing Red: A New Adult Sports Romance (NE University Book 2) Page 10

  I recall seeing her dance with that tool. It instantly pisses me off. Making my jaw tense so much that I can feel it clenching. Looking at her emerald-green eyes, I lean just a fraction closer. “Maybe I wanted it to have everything to do with you.” I don’t even know what the fuck I’m saying.

  She stares back for a moment before her mouth attacks mine. I’m a little caught off guard, but I recover quickly. Her perfect body grinds against me with desperation.

  After a bit longer of the hottest make-out session I’ve ever had—because, let’s face it, making out isn’t something I usually do with my hook-ups—along with some heavy groping and grinding against each other, I lead us to the stairs, where I pick her up and carry her over to the cabana.

  Gently depositing her onto the bed, I waste no time in crawling on top.

  She leans up again, so her mouth meets mine. Small teases of her tongue in my mouth, along with her perfect mounds pressing against my body, has me close to losing it right now.

  Reaching down, she pumps me. Slow at first but soon picking up speed.

  Leaning up so that I’m looking down at her, right in the eyes, I growl, “Tell me what you want, Anna.”

  “I want you,” she pants.

  “How do you want me?”

  I need to make sure we’re on the same page. I know we’re both going on with separate lives after this weekend, and I don’t want to be the asshole who just fucks a girl who’s already having a bad day.

  “I need you inside of me. Now,” she practically begs.

  “Are you sure? You’ve had a stressful day, and I don’t want to take advantage.” Even though I pray she doesn’t tell me to stop. I think my dick would fall off.

  Whatever I say must snap her into a different version of herself. Because the next thing I know, she’s urging me onto my back and climbing on top.

  “Does it look like you’re taking advantage?” she questions as she straddles me. Completely naked and glistening wet from the pool, giving me the best fucking view ever.

  Shaking my head, I say, “No, I guess it doesn’t. Show me how much you’ve thought about this, Anna. Take your day out on me.”

  She watches me for a moment, green eyes growing more intense. Her wet red hair falls in every direction. Reaching up, I take a handful and tug.

  “Right now,” I demand roughly.

  She looks like a sexy, untamed, wild animal. Slowly sinking down onto me, she begins to rock back and forth until she’s fully riding me. I’m enjoying the sight as her tits bounce and she tips her head back slightly. And the noises she’s making? Holy fuck. If I thought porn was hot, now, I know better. This girl is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed.

  I’m getting close. I can tell she is, too, by her suddenly faster pace.

  “Mason, I’m …” she moans.

  “Fuck, me too, baby. Me too. Let go. Let go of it all.”

  And with that, she lets go. And so do I. Tension leaves our bodies as we both convulse into a pile together.

  After we come back to reality, she peeks up at me from lying on her stomach next to me. “Worth the wait?”

  “Eh, you were all right,” I joke.

  That obviously earns me a punch in the stomach. She hits hard too.

  “I’m kidding. That was fucking awesome.” And it was. Actually, come to think of it, it was the best sex I’d ever had. Hands down.

  Fuck. How am I going to go without it?

  twenty-two

  Anna

  Mason goes downtown to the grocery store and to pick up pizza while I stay back and call Cameran. Who finally decides to pick up her phone. I let her know where I am and that I am safe and will see her in a day or two. She sounds a little off. I’m guessing graduation day was hard for her to cope with, having no family around. Which is probably why she ditched out on it. I can’t blame her there.

  There was so much tension built up between Mason and me. If he had backed away and not given me what I needed, I probably would have combusted into thin air. I was that sexually frustrated. I feel like we’d teased each other for far too long. Like a mouse with a piece of cheese. The rodent slowly goes insane until it finally sinks its teeth into the yummy goodness.

  The problem is, now that I’ve had him … I already want him again. It was more than just good sex. Let me be honest with myself; the sex was phenomenal. However, it was more than that. Our connection goes deeper. So much deeper. It’s like we understand each other on a whole other level, which in turn makes being intimate almost a life-changing experience. We can speak without saying a word. So corny, but it’s true.

  I made my mind up last week. I am moving to New York a few weeks after graduation. I was going to let my parents know today after the ceremony, but then shit went to hell in a handbasket. The only reason why they want me to move back to Maine is so they can control my life. Well, my mother would control it. Dad would just sit there and allow it. Like he always does.

  I read on Instagram—while creeping—that Mason got drafted to the New York Giants. I had already heard about it around campus, but seeing it actually confirms it, and now, I know for sure. The craziest thing is, he’ll only be about twenty-five minutes from where I’ll be living. So, in all actuality, we could make it work. If we both wanted to.

  I don’t know what I want. I know if, in my heart, I knew he was one hundred percent mine and mine only, I’d be all in. But the thing with Mason is, he’s never given me much reason to believe he wants to be all in with me. No doubt, he likes me. I think he also enjoyed sex with me just as much as I did with him. But with my insecurities, the ones about not being good enough, they surface because of his lack of communication on how he feels.

  Pot, meet kettle.

  I have barely given him anything to let him know how I feel. Hell, I barely ever give him anything at all. That is just how I am though. I don’t open up about stuff. It gives me anxiety.

  As I lie here in his bed, deliciously sore from what we did earlier next to the pool and then again in the walk-in shower, I wonder how I’ll go back to normal life without his touch, his kiss, or the way he makes me laugh so hard that it literally hurts my stomach. It’s nice to be around someone who likes me for me. I don’t have to be anyone else. I can be silly, sassy, even a bit of a bitch. He never tells me to act different or gives me that look. You know, the one that screams, You’re an embarrassment. I hate that look.

  He doesn’t do what every other person in my life has done. He doesn’t make me feel less than. When we’re together, I feel beautiful, sexy, wanted, craved, and the list goes on. I guess I don’t really know feelings-wise how he feels. But at least I know he finds me desirable.

  All I know is, for these next twenty-four hours, I’m going to allow my body to feel anything and everything this sexy man has to offer. Even if that means I am nursing a broken heart when I leave for New York in a few weeks. At least I’ll have had a weekend of absolute and utter bliss. My whole life, I’ve done what everyone else thinks is best.

  Right now, I just want to do what feels right. Even if it doesn’t last, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

  Mason

  I run into the store to grab some junk food and drinks for us. I’m in a hurry, not wanting the pizza to get cold. My heart races in my chest as I imagine the endless possibilities between Red and me tonight. I can’t believe I waited so long to have her. Now, I just need her again.

  I pay for my items and almost make it to the door when three of Maverick’s buddies stroll in. They’ve never liked me. It’s no wonder either. There’s certainly no love lost between me and my so-called brother. And these fuckers unfortunately know the secret that we’re brothers.

  “Well, now, look what the cat dragged in,” one of them drawls.

  I think his name is Lucas. He looks like a douche. About like Maverick. His shirt’s too tight, and his hair’s too styled. Fucking tool. The sight of him has my blood instantly boiling.

  Another one pipes in, “Was
that Mav’s woman in your truck earlier today in town? Once again, second pick to your brother. How’s it feel?”

  He’s referring to my father picking me second. It used to bother me. Embarrass me even. But now, I don’t really give a fuck.

  My fist curls. I’d love to lay these fuckers out right here, right now. I have no doubt that I can. But then I remember, I’ve already signed with the NFL. No loudmouth, spoiled, rich kid is going to fuck that up for me.

  I plaster a grin on my face. “I’m not sure. Your mom’s been keeping me too busy to find out. Fuck, isn’t she flexible?”

  “The fuck did you say?” Thing Two blurts out. His chest puffed up like a damn peacock.

  He’s trying to appear like a badass, but all I do is laugh in his face.

  Turning around, I flick them off. “Find something else to do, boys. You aren’t fucking up my Saturday night. Not with that sexy redhead you saw. Turns out, your boyfriend, Maverick’s, dick is too small. She had to abandon ship. Hopefully, he won’t take the news too hard.”

  Much to my surprise, after a few more comments, they quietly piss off. I don’t need my name in the tabloids for getting into a fistfight and beating some tools near death. Besides, there’s a sexy-as-fuck girl waiting for me back home. And I’ve got oh-so many dirty things planned for her.

  When I walk through the door, Red rushes toward me before I hardly make it into the house.

  “Hand that pizza over, and no one gets hurt,” she says in a serious tone.

  I chuckle. For being hungry, she’s pretty damn cute. “Easy, killer. Want some?”

  She nods dramatically. “Yes. Your sexual appetite has deprived me of nutrients. I’m freaking starving. And trust me, big boy, you do not want to see me when I get hungry.”

  I make my way to the kitchen with Red hot on my heels. Setting the pizza down in front of the barstools, I search the cupboards until I find plates. Sliding two next to each other, I motion for her to sit. Then, I get us each a drink and fix our plates with pizza.

  She sinks her teeth into the first bite. “Holy mother of balls. This is delicious. Better than sex.”

  A small moan escapes her, and damn it if it doesn’t send a jolt right to my boxers.

  Tipping my chin down, I stare at her. “Seriously? Better than any sex?”

  She shrugs. “I mean, this pizza is freaking bomb. But some sex I’ve had has been pretty good, I suppose.”

  My eyes narrow. “Oh yeah? Well, perhaps you need another round to compare it to.”

  “Eh, maybe. I mean, worth a try.” And then she continues to gorge herself on pizza.

  I’ll admit, the pizza’s fucking awesome. But not nearly as good as me sinking into her earlier. Not by a long shot.

  “Good. Because remember the first time I ever saw you naked?” I question.

  “What? Oh yeah. You mean, that time in the hot tub?”

  I nod. “Bingo. I’ve dreamed about reenacting that night a thousand times. Of how I wish it had gone.”

  She swallows hard, and her eyes darken. “And how do you wish it had gone?”

  I tilt my head and stare at her lips. So full and luscious. “I would have taken you back to Maverick’s room and fucked you the way you deserved to be fucked.” I pause and move my eyes to hers. “Right in his bed.”

  A chill visibly runs down her body, and she wipes her mouth with a napkin and takes a sip of her drink. She climbs off of the barstool and makes her way to the staircase.

  Red apparently has as fucked up of a dirty mind as I do.

  As she’s walking, she strips her tank top over her head and deposits it onto the floor. Followed by her cotton shorts. I’m even more turned on at the realization that she hasn’t been wearing panties. Just another thing on the list of reasons she’s so fucking sexy.

  Not once looking back at me, she makes her way up the stairs, disappearing from my sight.

  Shaking my head, I grin. This so beats graduation. Other than Trent being pissed at me for not showing up. But he’ll understand. He’d have done the same thing if Cameran had wanted him to hang out. But that ship has sailed far, far away.

  After picking up the plates and depositing them into the sink, I waste no time in making my way upstairs. A good-sized tent pitched in my shorts. Just imagining what I’m going to do to this girl does that to me.

  I hope you’re ready for me, Red.

  twenty-three

  Anna

  I sink down into the hot tub. The water feels so nice on my body. My incredibly, completely ready to be screwed again body.

  When Mason told me he’d fantasized about that night in the hot tub, I was too embarrassed to admit that I had too. Many, many times. I didn’t want to say it out loud; it makes me seem like such a vial human. I was dating his brother when the hot-tub incident went down. Although he was probably already shoving his dick into where it didn’t belong. Hard to say if he was ever faithful.

  No one will ever be happy with just you, Anna. They all want to change you into something you know you’re not.

  I close my eyes. Urging the negative thoughts away.

  I’m a fucking bomb-ass bitch. I’m a savage, and anyone would be lucky to have me.

  I hope that if I tell myself those words enough, they will eventually stick.

  I position myself exactly where I was that night last year. Except this time, when I see him coming, I don’t scream my head off. Instead, I let my eyes wander over his body. Taking him in. He’s a sight to be seen for sure. His dark hair with his sexy jawline and just the right amount of stubble on it. His abs that I’d like to trace with my tongue and then continue on down to where those sexy V lines lead. My mouth waters. Stepping out of his shorts, he sets himself free. He’s beautifully huge. I don’t even try to hide how hard I am checking him out. It would be useless to even attempt it.

  He strokes himself a few times before climbing in across from me. Sending a chill right down my spine and an ache right between my legs. I might still be sore from earlier, but I’m ready for him again.

  His blue eyes darken. “Come here,” he demands.

  And I do it without question.

  I’ve never been one to be dominated in the bedroom—or really anywhere. It’s much more fun for me to be in control. Besides, it makes me feel like I can control something in my life. Even if it is just a small, insignificant part. With him though, it’s different. I’d do anything he asked of me, and the thought of that frightens me. I’ve never been that girl.

  I swim over, wasting no time in straddling his waist when I reach him. He holds the back of my nape and pushes my mouth closer to his.

  Before I can do anything, his mouth is on mine. His tongue teasing mine with small flicks. Keeping his hold on my nape, he leans back slightly so that he’s looking at my breasts. He stares with pure desire.

  “Anna. You are so. Fucking. Sexy. Do you even know how sexy you are?” he says and then takes one breast into his mouth, sucking and licking, putting me almost over the edge.

  I moan. He moves to the other breast while sliding one hand down to my most sensitive area. Gently pushing his fingers into me. My body responds and grinds against his hand with need.

  I reach down between us and stroke him. A hiss escapes his lips, and his eyes squeeze shut. Taking him into my fist, I work him faster. Both of us pant erratically.

  In one move, my hand is pushed to the side, and I am pulled down onto him as he grips my hips. Moving me up and down.

  “Fuck, Anna. That feel good?”

  “Mmhmm,” is all I can manage to answer.

  He takes his hands from my hips and glides them to my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples, and it’s all too much. The warm feeling begins washing over me, and my body inches its way closer to another intense, delicious orgasm.

  He picks up on this because he starts slamming me down harder and faster. “I’m with you, baby. I’m right fucking there.”

  Together, we reach a high so far away that I’m still seei
ng stars when it’s over.

  Looking down at him, I tilt my head and smile. “I still say, the pizza is better.” Obviously, I don’t mean it. The sex today has been the best I’ve ever had. But I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t bust his balls.

  He pretends to pout. “Well, if I had to lose to something, at least it was pizza. If it was a fucking baked potato or chips, I would probably off myself right now.”

  I laugh, climb off of him, and sit in the next seat over. Looking up at the sky, I remember exactly how they were that night. Tonight, the sky is cloudy. Not a star in sight. I sigh. It’s sort of like how I’m feeling right now. Really freaking confused. I know better; sex always complicates everything.

  But I have to admit, I don’t regret it. Not even for a second. Does that make me a fool? Will I pay for this later—when I’m drowning in sadness, moping around my apartment, eating Ben and Jerry’s The Tonight Dough by the pint? Maybe.

  Mason

  The rest of the weekend was just as good as the beginning. We had a ton more sex. Basically in every room. Including on Maverick’s bed. I couldn’t help myself. And she was into it; after all, he’d cheated on her. I bent her over his bed and had her screaming my name by the end of it. It was fucking amazing.

  It’s Sunday afternoon now, and we’re getting closer to being back to campus. For once, I find myself not going over the speed limit. Not wanting this trip to end. I’m usually in a hurry to get to the next place, to get in an extra workout, to get to practice, to watch game tapes to estimate my opponent. I. Never. Slow. Down. But this weekend, I did. And the reward was out of this world.

  An idea comes to my mind, a grin breaking across my face. “Let’s play a game, darlin’.”

  She pretends to be annoyed, though I know she’s not. “What kind of game? Let me guess … one where we strip.”

  I narrow my eyes at her. “Would you get your mind out of the gutter, you naughty girl? Besides, I’m driving. I can’t strip.” Not that the idea of her stripping, going down the highway, doesn’t sound appealing because it does. It so fucking does.