“No, but he’s here.”
“You can always throw him out.”
“I know.”
“Yell if you want me to do it for you. I’ll be in my room with earplugs in, just in case.”
“In case of what?”
“Oh, you know.” She grinned at me and then disappeared back into her room.
I sighed, shaking my head. A second later, there was a knock on the door. I pulled it open.
Gibson stood there wearing jeans and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. I couldn’t help but glance at the tattoos on his arms and at the way he held himself, grinning at me slightly.
“Hey,” he said.
“Gibson, what are you doing here?”
He laughed. “You sound surprised to see me.”
“I don’t know. I just figured you’d be out somewhere celebrating.”
“I could be, but I decided I wanted to be here instead.”
I bit my lip. “Come in.” I stepped aside and he walked in, looking around.
“Want anything?” I asked him.
“I’m good.”
“Sit down, I guess.”
He took a seat on the couch, crossing his legs. “What did you think of the game earlier?”
I shrugged. “It was exciting.”
“First half wasn’t great.”
“No, but you came back.”
“Early season jitters.”
“Yeah.” I glanced at the ground. “Well, since you’re here.”
“You want to do my vitals?”
“Yeah. I guess so.”
He began to unbutton his shirt. “I’m all yours.”
That was what I was afraid of. I left the room and quickly grabbed my bag. When I came back, he was sitting on the couch, grinning at me casually, his shirt draped over the chair. I glanced at his body, still not used to seeing him like that, before I got out my equipment.
“Sorry again about what you saw earlier,” he said.
“I know it wasn’t your fault.”
“People do shit like that,” he said. “I didn’t want it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like what I said before. People want things from me, but they also want to give me things, because they think they can get me in their debt. I hate being in people’s debt.”
“I understand. It’s really okay.” I started with his blood pressure and then got his temperature.
“How am I?” he asked.
“What? You’re amazing,” I said, off balance.
“I meant my vitals. I know how great I am.”
I blushed. “They’re good. About the same as last time.”
“Good. I need to be healthy.”
“Yeah. Your body is your job.”
“Pretty much.”
My fingertips brushed across his skin, and suddenly I realized something.
He could be out anywhere right now. He could be at some party having a wild time. People wanted him, wanted him to go to their parties. I was sure he had a hundred invites on his phone right now, and probably all of his buddies were wondering where he was.
And instead of doing all of that, instead of enjoying his victory, he was in my apartment with me. He was letting me take his vitals, but that was just an excuse. He wanted to be around me so much that he was willing to skip going out and having a good time.
I pulled off the blood pressure cuff and took out the thermometer. I took his pulse, feeling nervous for some reason. It wasn’t like this was the first time I’d done this with him, but it felt like we’d never touched before.
“Your heart rate is a little high,” I commented when I was done.
“I’m not surprised.”
“Why?”
“I’m looking at you, thinking about what I want to do to you.”
I cocked my head to the side slightly. I felt a thrill jolt through me. “Like what?”
He reached forward and took my hair, pulling me toward him. “I keep thinking about the way your pussy felt wrapped around my hard cock.”
“I’m sure you do,” I said, smiling slightly. I could feel how wet I was already.
“I want your ass in the air, begging for it, dripping wet. I want to slowly push myself inside you, holding your hips tight. I want to feel you shiver as I fill that tight little pussy.”
“Okay,” I said, and he kissed me.
I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my body against his shirtless chest. I could feel his warmth and his hard muscles against me.
His kiss was what I’d been needing, what I’d been begging for. His taste flooded my mouth, new and familiar all at once. I kissed him hard, his hands pulling me closer, tighter. We kissed like that hard, thrills running down my spine in waves and waves of need and want.
And just as I felt myself getting into it, completely losing myself, his phone began to ring.