TackledP: A Sports Romance(87)

"That asshole put his hands on that shirt."

She giggles.

"That's funny?" I ask.

"No," she says. "That's what Sable and I were calling you."

"That asshole?" I ask. "Seriously?"

She shrugs. "I thought you had a naked girl waiting for you in your room. And that you told everyone what we did."

"You know naked girls throw themselves at me all the time," I say. "Fact."

She rolls her eyes. "Okay, conceited."

"I'm a celebrity."

"I liked you better when you weren't talking."

"I can shut up," I say, pressing my cock against her again.

"You should take me up into that truck bed and fuck me now."

I rip her skirt off. Literally. I unzip it and when I tug it down her hips it doesn't immediately fall off, so I just tear the whole thing from her body.

"You're going to have to get me new clothes if you keep tearing mine apart."

"No." I yank my shirt off and throw it on the ground, then discard my pants.

"No?"

"I think I'll just keep you naked."





46





Cassie





"I think I love you." Oh, holy shit, I can't believe I blurted that right out. Who says that when someone says, "I think I'll just keep you naked"? That is so not the right response.

I stop and look at him, panic probably written all over my face, because that's exactly what I feel right now, just like I'm about to have a heart attack. Those are words you definitely can't un-say.

He's looking at me weird. Shit, he's looking at me really weird.

And he's not saying anything.

I open my mouth again and then I suddenly can't stop talking. "I haven't been in love before, so I could really be wrong and I mean, maybe the horrible feeling I've had in my chest is just indigestion or stress, either is totally plausible. And the smart part of me knows that you're a player – I mean, a football player, not just a player… although there's that, too, because really, you are a celebrity, and there are going to be a lot of women throwing themselves at you – and you're too young and you're leaving next year and I'm here. And you're cocky. I mean, good God you're arrogant. And stubborn. I told myself it makes no sense, but –"

"Shut up, Cassie," he whispers, bringing his lips down on mine. I kiss him with everything I have. "I'm in love with you."

"You don't know that," I say. "It really is way too soon to know that and –"

"Will you just stop talking already? I'm thinking about you and not football, for fuck's sake. I've spent a bunch of nights up here the last two weeks up here, trying to sleep without you. I can hardly eat."

I raise my eyebrows. "Something's definitely wrong with you."

Of course, "hardly eat" probably means a half a pizza for a snack instead of a whole one.

"And when I sat outside your house, it –"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa." I put my hand up. "You sat outside my house?"

"Not in a stalker way," he defends himself. "I didn't have binoculars. You know you can see through your living room window from the street at night. It's not safe at all."

"That sounds exactly like a stalker, you freak." I slap him on his very hard, very muscular arm.

"I was making sure you were safe," he says, giving me a what-did-I-do-wrong look. "I mean, I did a crap job of that. If I'd have been looking out for you during the day, I could have followed you to the athletic center and – damn it, Cassie, I don't want to watch you through a window."

"Great. It's super that you don't want to creep around outside my bedroom window."

He pauses and takes a deep breath, his wide chest expanding even more. "I'm telling you that I don't think there's any other explanation for the fact that there's been a giant knot in my stomach for the past two weeks other than I'm in love with you. Plus, I want you around all the damn time. When I'm not around you, everything sucks. So I'm in love with you and that's all there is to it. You're just going to have to live with it."

"You have such a way with words," I say, as he picks me up and carries me to the back of the truck.

"Please," he grunts. "Your 'I love you' speech wasn't any more eloquent than mine."

He hoists me up into the truck bed and I scoot backward across the mattress, my back on the pillows. Colton crawls over me, his face above mine, and his cock goes between my legs immediately.

"Eloquent," I say. "Big word."

"Learned from the best," he murmurs.

This time, when he enters me, he takes his time. His eyes lock on mine and they never waver as he rocks slowly inside of me. I think I could stay like this forever and be happy. My heart feels like it's going to burst.