I Just Want You(40)

Taking the bleachers two at a time, I head toward the restrooms. The girls are just walking out when I reach them. I hold my hand out for Berklee and she takes it without hesitation. "We'll be right back," I tell Maggie. 

She grins. "I'm just going to grab a drink. Berklee, you want anything?"

"No, thank you." Her eyes never leave mine.

With her fingers laced through mine, I lead her behind the building that houses the restrooms. It's not an ideal location, but it's as private as we're going to get considering our surroundings.

I guide her to where her back is against the building, cup her face in my hands and kiss her. She doesn't fight it and kisses me back. Before I get carried away, I pull my lips from hers. "What's this about?" I ask, tugging at the hem of the sweatshirt she's wearing. The one with another man's name on the back.

"What?"

"The sweatshirt."

"Oh, it's Barry's. Maggie and I always steal them. They're big and comfy," she explains.

"It's got his name on the back," I growl.

"Are you jealous?" she asks, shocked.

"No. But we made a deal. Just us until this is done."

"The deal that's not even twelve hours old, that one? I haven't violated the terms. Barry is my roommate. He's my best friend's older brother, and he's a good friend of mine. I don't see the problem with that."

Truthfully, there shouldn't be, but I can't stand her wearing his name. "I don't like his name on you," I tell her. Honesty is always the best policy, even if it shows your hand before you're ready.

Raising her hands, she places them on my cheeks. With a gentle tug she brings my face down to hers. "I don't want him. It's you I made the deal with. It's you," she says, softer this time.

My forehead rests against hers. "Can we leave now?" I ask. I'm deadly serious, but she laughs.

"No, we need to finish the game. Then we go to dinner at the place across the street."

"All that before I get you in my bed?"

"Yeah." Her hands drop from my face and she wraps me in a hug. A fucking hug. When was the last time a woman hugged me just to be hugging me, other than my mother? Berklee isn't trying to seduce me; she's just . . . being Berklee.

"Whatever you want, beautiful," I give in. Not that it's a struggle. In this moment I would give her anything she asked for.

"Okay, now we need to go back out there. And about PDA, what's your take?"

I hold her a little tighter. "My take is that I can't keep my damn hands off you."

"People are going to ask questions. My family, Zane's family."

"Yeah, I know. I'll try to control it." Leaning down, I place a quick kiss on her lips before releasing her. I let her walk in front of me and try like hell to ignore his name on her back. It's irrational, but I don't give a fuck.

Maggie is waiting for us. "Ready?" she asks.

"You ladies go ahead. I'll be right behind you." I watch them go until I can no longer see them, then turn for the concession stand. I order a bottle of water and the Garrison apparel catches my eye. "Give me an extra-large sweatshirt too." The girl behind the counter bags it up for me and hands me my water. "Keep the change," I say with a goofy-ass grin.

I make my way back to the bleachers and take my seat next to Berklee. I hand her the bag and she raises her brows in confusion. I just shrug and focus my attention back on the game. I'm sitting close enough that I can feel her shoulders shaking with laughter.

"You didn't," she whispers in my ear.

Turning, I face her. "I fucking did," I say, proud of my idea. If she wants a bigger hoodie, she can wear mine. I tell her so and she smirks.




 

 

"Technically, it's not yours. You've never worn it."

Her blue eyes are sparking with happiness, and seeing her enjoying this makes me take it one step further. I shrug off my jacket and reach into the bag, pulling out the hoodie. I pull it on and place my jacket over it.

"Cold?" Zane bites down on his lip. I'm sure it's to keep from laughing his ass off.

"Yep."

Berklee takes the now empty bag and shoves it into her purse. Leaning in to my shoulder, her lips are again next to my ear. It's loud from the cheering fans, so at least it doesn't look as intimate as it feels. "Now I want it. It's going to smell like you."

Fuck me.





I'M FIGHTING HARD to keep the goofy grin off my face. Crew, no matter how he wants to spin it, is jealous of Barry of all people. He's got this way about him-he's bossy and a little protective, and it's thrilling. I always said I would never be that girl, the type who lets a guy tell her what to do. This though, Crew and all his sexiness, is so different. Regardless of what our arrangement is, he's got his eyes set on me and I love every minute of it.