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My gaze locks with her. “Why? I like knowing my cum is inside you.”
Her body shudders, and I smirk. “I’m beginning to learn that if you tell me not to do something, you actually mean the opposite because you like it too much.”
She glares at me as she swings her leg around me and snaps them shut. “Go to bed, Cole.”
“You don’t want to read me a bedtime story first? You can tell me about all the times you’ve gotten off at the thought of my cock.”
I grab her wrist when she ignores me. “Wait. Go out with me, please.”
Her shoulders slump. “Cole.”
“Just one time.”
She rolls her eyes. “I’ve heard that before.”
A soft smile crosses her lips, and then she slowly nods.
I let go of her and clutch my chest. “You have blessed me. I will be forever grateful for this opportunity.”
Olivia swats the back of my head as she hurries to the kitchen. I watch her tip toe up the stairs with her shirt in hand. Sighing, I do the same and am relieved to see Jensen back asleep when I make it to his room.
Olivia
Witheachpassingweek,football consumed Cole and Jensen’s life, and the trepidation of agreeing to a date hung over me. It was a ludicrous idea that was on a crash course to disaster because I was sure that Cole’s idea of a date wasn’t to stay inside the house. And anything out in public was basically begging to get caught.
Tugging the sweater tighter around me, I shifted on the cold bleacher. Tonight was the first home game of the season, and I’ve never missed any in their entire high school career. The problem was that I couldn’t stop staring at the young man whose dick I was seeing on a very regular basis. And that thought, while surrounded by the family and friends of the players, made my stomach heavy with shame, with disgust at myself.
As if hearing my inner turmoil, Cole catches my gaze as he jogs off the field. His lips curl in a secretive smirk, and my cheeks blush. My heart skips a beat at the promise in his heated eyes. One single look and any doubts wash away, and I should be ashamed of that, but I can’t seem to care as the last few minutes of the fourth quarter tick by.
I climb down the bleachers and wait on the side of the locker room so I can see them when they leave. A strange sense of nostalgia washes over me as I think about a time when I would have run off the field after cheering all night to jump into the arms of my freshly showered boyfriend. It’s been a long time since I’ve reminisced about memories of my husband. It hurts to think about him and how we really didn’t get the time we were promised together.
It scares me to have feelings for Cole, the way I’ve started to crave those secret smiles and stolen moments at night when he could sneak away. He’s still so young and has his whole life ahead of him. I feel like a thief taking any of that away from someone he could end up with.
“You cooking something, or can we stop by somewhere on the way home?” Jensen asks, making me jump as I miss them walking up to me.
“Whatever you boys want. You’re the champions.” I smile, trying to tear my lingering gaze away from Cole.
Jensen rolls his eyes. “Not even close yet. We still got a few more games to win.”
They choose a local diner, and I have to stop my body from tensing when Cole slides into the booth with me, leaving Jensen across from us.
“God, I’m starving,” he says.
Cole hums in agreement, slinging his arm behind along the top of the seat. A few weeks ago, I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, just like Jensen doesn’t now. But the closeness of his heat and his familiar scent engulfing my space is almost overwhelming. My thighs rub together, and I’m thankful for the sweater hiding my hardened nipples.
Clearing my throat, I grab the menus from the end of the table and set one in front of both of them. “So, how’s school going?”
Cole shifts in the seat, opening his legs till his thigh is pressed against mine. He drops his arms as he flips through the plastic-coated papers. “It’s alright. Kind of hard to focus on anything but graduating.”
“And football,” Jensen adds. “Classes are boring as fuck.”
Cole snorts. “Please, you have Mr. Willcot for history. I heard…”
I stop listening to their conversation, trying to keep my attention on the menu but focusing more on the finger tracing small circles on my inner thigh. I never expected Cole to be so careless in public, especially in front of Jensen.
His finger trails up my leggings, pressing against the seam that runs along my center. It pushes against my clit, the tiniest of pressure dousing me with arousal. I should push his hand away, but I curl my hands around the menu, focusing on keeping my breathing under control. Cole rubs harder, his movements are slow and precise so as not to give away what he’s doing as he continues to carry on the conversation with his best friend.
My pussy clenches, aching to be filled. I roll my hips slightly, moving against his finger. If he makes me come in the middle of this restaurant, I’m unsure if I’ll praise or berate him.
