Misadventures with a Rookie Page 11

  Her face broke into a wide smile. “I really want you. But there is no guarantee that you’ll call me tomorrow, which scares me.”

  “What if I stay and I don’t leave until tomorrow?” I suggested.

  “Your new dog?” She laughed.

  “Oh yeah, I do have to go home to see her and make sure she’s good,” I said, and then I nodded, moving my nose along hers. “I can guarantee you I’ll call tomorrow.”

  She slowly moved out of my arms, shaking her head. “Again, I’ve heard that one.”

  At that moment, I decided I wanted to kill the fucker who had hurt her. I wanted to say something, some line, though I wasn’t sure what. I hadn’t had a girl reject me as hard as Bo was, and I think that was what was holding me up. Women loved me. I was irresistible. Yet I understood what she was saying. I got it… I just didn’t like it. When my phone vibrated in my pocket, probably with an email, a light bulb went off in my head. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone and held it out to her.

  She looked down at it and then back at me as I said, “Take it. My life is in this electronic device, and when I come back for you, I’ll pick it up.”

  She blinked. “What?”

  “You said you need a guarantee. Here it is,” I said, reaching for her arms the best I could with my bad hand before placing my phone in her hand. “It’s unlocked. I have nothing to hide. I think there are some videos, so get some popcorn and watch the show. If you’re still moving once I’m done with you.”

  She gasped as she glanced back up at me. “You’re serious?”

  I nodded. “I know for a fact Sweetie and I are going to come by tomorrow to go hang out on the beach with you. You can give it to me then.” She was speechless, just the way I liked her. Reaching for her by cupping the back of her neck, I brought her in, our mouths so close that all I had to do was dip a little and I’d be kissing her, but I wanted to hear her consent.

  “Let me take you to bed, Bocephus Jane St. James.”

  She let out a long breath, her eyes burning into mine as she rested her hands against my chest. The top of my phone, still clenched in her fist, dug into my pec, but I wasn’t moving. I was trapped by her beautiful gaze. Her seductive lips.

  Her.

  All of her.

  Bo.

  Or that long-ass name she had, either way.

  “I thought you just take what you want?” she asked breathlessly.

  “You’re right, I do. But with you, I want you to want to give it to me. It means more that way.”

  As the silence stretched between us, I wasn’t sure what was happening.

  But there was no stopping it.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Bo

  I couldn’t say no if I’d wanted.

  Thank God I didn’t have to.

  Crashing my mouth to his, I dropped his phone and slid my fingers into his hair. As we kissed, we moved into the apartment. The door slammed shut as his fingers bit into the small of my back. He clung to me, my center pressed against his thick, hard cock. Gasping against his mouth, I couldn’t believe I had given in, but then, who was I kidding? I tried. I really did. It just didn’t work.

  I wanted him.

  And my heart, well, it would just have to wait and see what happened.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said as we pulled apart.

  If it was a line, I didn’t care. I felt fucking beautiful. Reaching for his hand, I bit into my bottom lip as I wobbled backward, the boot on my foot making my sexy seductive walk a little harder than I was used to. He drank me in, his eyes traveling over my body as he took hold of his cock through his shorts. He shook his head. “I’m gonna blow right here.”

  “Don’t,” I whispered. I opened my bedroom door and brought him inside.

  He reached for me and pulled my tank over my body. “Fucking hell. No bra? You should have told me that earlier,” he groaned, taking my right breast in his hand. “This sucks with one hand. When I’m healed, I need a redo with these babies.”

  A giggle escaped my lips. He brought me to bed, sitting down before drawing me into his lap. His cock was so hard. Taking my breast in his hand, he nibbled at my nipple, running his tongue along it, taking his time tasting my whole breast. I expected this to be fast, but apparently, I was very wrong.

  His mouth still hot against my nipple, he traced the outside of my pussy through my shorts with his fingers. I was sure he could feel that I was dripping wet. I was hot everywhere. My breathing was out of control. He bit into my tit, and I threw my head back. I cried out as he ran his fingers up and down my pussy lips through my shorts.

  “Gus, stop. Let me take them off.”

  He shook his head against my nipple. “No.”

  Oh fuck, I was going to die.

  I arched into his hand and threw my head back as he pressed his fingers into my clit, flicking his tongue along my nipple with feverous need. When he stopped, I moaned, but then he drew my back to his chest before reaching inside my shorts. He cupped my pussy with his strong fingers. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

  I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even breathe. I let my head fall back on his shoulder as he swirled his fingers inside my lips. When he found my clit, he rubbed it ever so slowly. “I want to suck you in my mouth, Bo. This right here,” he said, pressing his finger against my clit.

  I gasped and arched toward him.

  “I want it in my mouth,” he demanded. “Now.”

  Before I could even agree, he pushed me back onto the bed and tried to rip my shorts off. They snagged on my boot. He tried to free them, but it was no use—they stuck to the Velcro. “This boot is going to be the death of me.” He laughed as he freed the shorts.

  All I could do was giggle. It was silly and stupid, but it was hot. I was exposed and ready for him, but he stopped, trailing kisses up my leg as he undid my other shoe. “I want you completely naked, except for good ole bootie, there.”

  I laughed as he threw my shoe to the ground before kissing his way back up my leg, thigh, and then around my pussy. Moving a finger around my lips, he looked up at me as my whole body shook with need. “Do the curtains match the drapes?”

  I shot him a look. “Really?”

  He chuckled. “I have to know. Tell me. No fair—you shave!”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m not telling you.”

  He took that as a challenge before he slowly lowered his mouth to me. “Yet.”

  Fuck, I was already about to come and he hadn’t even touched me yet. But when he did, oh Lord, everything just stopped. He traced my lips with his tongue and, when he found it, loved my clit with the patience of a saint. I was shaking, my whole body in fits as he devoured my pussy, licking every inch of it. When he started to fuck me with his tongue, I lifted my legs over his shoulders, careful not to kick him with that stupid boot. Not that I thought he would notice. He was consuming me. Not leaving a single inch of me untasted. He slid his fingers inside me, fucking me fast and hard, his mouth still working my clit. Both movements had me undone within seconds. His name fell from my lips in sounds I had never heard myself make before.

  He lifted his head before kissing my belly and then my chest. He found my breast and settled his weight on top of me. I welcomed the feel of him. He felt amazing. When his mouth met mine, our slow, sensual kisses left me breathless. When he pulled back, his hands framed my face, his bad hand hard against my face, but I didn’t care. I was too lost in his eyes.

  A little grin set on his lips as he traced my lips with his finger. “You screamed my name,” he sang, and I rolled my eyes.

  “Oh shut it. What are you waiting for? Can’t get it up?” I teased, even though I could feel him rock hard against my thigh.

  He scoffed, shaking his head. “If I take you right now, I’ll embarrass myself.”

  “Maybe I want that.” I watched his eyes turn dark as he nibbled at my lip. “Maybe I want you vulnerable for once.”

  “You will be the death of me, Bo.”

/>   Sitting up on his haunches, he took off his shirt. His toned muscles were just unfair. He was ripped. Abs, pecs—muscles that I hadn’t even seen before were defined in his chest and ribs. It was disgustingly gorgeous. And hot, very hot. After rolling off the bed, he shimmied out of his pants. His ass did not even jiggle because it was pure muscle. His legs were so strong and so cut. My mouth was watering before he even unwrapped the condom.

  Sitting up, I smacked his hand away and took ahold of him. He groaned as I pulled him to me, his cock thick and throbbing in my hand.

  “I usually wouldn’t let anyone guide me by my cock.”

  I glanced up at him, a grin pulling at my lips as I brought him to my mouth. “Maybe because you haven’t met someone like me?”

  His eyes were wild with lust as I took him slowly between my lips, running my tongue along the tip of him and tasting his precome. His groans were loud and earnest as I took him to the back of my throat, gagging on the size of him before repeating the motion. He fisted my hair. I could see his toes curling against the carpet, the veins rising in his legs as he rocked into my mouth. When I glanced up, he looked like fucking Adonis, so beautiful and tall. A light sheen of sweat was covering his body, and every single inch of him was just stunning.

  Running my tongue along the bottom of his shaft, I pulled back and looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. “Do you want me to keep going? I think you’re about to come.”

  “I am. I do.” He somehow got the words out, but then he was moving, pushing me back against the bed. “But I would rather be way deep inside you when I do,” he answered, sliding the condom on before moving to the entrance of my pussy. Pushing my booted leg back, he held the weight of that leg by the back of my knee and used his elbow to hold my other leg. Then he pushed deep into me, filling me completely and utterly. My dreams could never come close to this.

  That was a fact.

  It was like stars went off behind my lids as I gasped out. He was so big, stretching me, but I wanted it. I needed it. And when he started to pump into me, his body slapping into mine, I was completely lost. Everything disappeared, and there was just us, our bodies, our sweat, commingling and becoming one. Opening my eyes, I watched him, his brows together, his face taut but oh so beautiful. His shoulders were tight, his muscles bulging, and I could tell he was fighting his release. I could feel it, but it was too much. Everything was too much. My body was doing its own thing, and I couldn’t fight it.

  I came.

  Hard.

  With a shout, he came too.

  Falling onto me, his face mushed my breasts as my legs fell over his shoulders in what should have been the most uncomfortable way, but it was comfortable.

  And I knew that was very bad.

  Kissing my left boob, he wiggled his way up my body, making me laugh before he sloppily kissed the side of my mouth. “I think you killed me.”

  I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck, and to my surprise, I kissed him on his nose, his cheek, and then his eyelid. I inhaled hard, his cologne tickling my senses. “I think I am dead.”

  “What a way to go, huh?”

  “It wasn’t bad.”

  “It sure wasn’t.” He exhaled hard. I felt him moving, and then I heard the snap of the condom before he pushed himself up. I watched as he tossed it in the trash can before lying back on me. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “Not at all,” I answered as he gathered me in his arms.

  “Good. I’ll get up in a few.”

  My lips curved into the biggest grin as I pressed my lips into his hair. It smelled woodsy and manly. “I didn’t take you for a cuddler.”

  “I’m not.”

  That made my grin grow more, but it also sent pure fear to my soul.

  Because I wasn’t either.

  But there I was.

  In Gus Persson’s arms.

  Cuddling.

  Chapter Twenty

  Bo

  I wanted to say I got every bit of desire and need for Gus Persson out of my body with our one night of fun, but my pants would have one hundred percent burst into flames.

  God, he was almost perfect. That mouth, that body, that, ugh, everything. I could still feel him, still smell him, and all that was so damn bad. The more I thought about it, though, the more I didn’t want to be right. I didn’t want to be smart about this. I wanted to be young and free. I wanted to let go and be with him with nothing holding me back.

  But everything was.

  Holding his phone in my hand, I twirled it around my fingers, biting into my lip. His lock screen was a picture of him with his parents. He wasn’t lying when he said they were young. They looked maybe ten years older, both so youthful and so proud of him. His mom mirrored him with the dark looks and green eyes; she was gorgeous, but so was his dad. His hair was a little lighter and his eyes were a hazel color, but he was built like Gus. Big and strong. They looked like a poster family for a cover of a magazine.

  But Gus, he stole the picture for me. He was wearing a Tornadoes jersey. His face was so bright and there were tears in his eyes. Every hope and dream became a reality in those eyes. He was stunning, and I wanted to see that smile. I wanted to feel those eyes on me. Just by looking at his face, I was back in the exact place I never wanted to be again.

  A girl with a crush on a guy who could promise her nothing but a little fun and no future.

  As if the universe knew I was already kicking myself for repeating the same stupid mistake, my phone rang. It was my mom. I didn’t want to answer it, but I did since she didn’t call unless she needed something. “Hey, Mom.”

  “Hey, honey, what are you up to?”

  “Just got up about an hour ago.”

  “Did you not have school today?”

  “Nope, but I have two hours of internship and a game later tonight.”

  “Fun,” she said, right as Davis yelled something in the background. “Okay, love, yes, we’ll go in a second. Wanna talk to Boo?”

  Davis had called me Boo since the moment he started talking. It was sweet. He must have said yes, because his voice came over the line, sounding excited as he said, “Boo, I’m playing hockey!”

  “I know, bud, I heard! Do you love it?”

  “I do! You have to come watch me.”

  “I’d love that.”

  “I miss you.”

  My heart warmed. Sometimes I wondered if he really loved me or even really knew me enough to notice I wasn’t around. “I miss you, bud.”

  “Okay. Here is Mom.”

  My mom came back on the phone, and I could tell she loved our exchange, but I couldn’t ignore the pangs in my heart. “I was actually calling to see if you’d be able to make it back home for a game. I emailed you the schedule. Daddy and I will pay to fly you home. We want you to come.”

  “Oh,” I said, surprised by their offer. “Yeah, I’d love to come. I gotta look at the schedule, and maybe I can come when the Suns are gone a few days.”

  “That would be great. We miss you around here.”

  “I miss you guys too.”

  “Good. Let’s try to make this happen. I know you’re very busy.”

  “I am, but I want to come.”

  “Good. Let me know,” she said just as Gus’s phone went off. A new photo of his mom appeared. He had her in his phone with the contact name Coolest Mom in the World, with, of course, a lot of heart emojis. It was adorable, but I didn’t dare answer. I hit the mute button, but at the ringtone, Mom asked, “What was that?”

  “Oh, just Lizzy’s phone.”

  “Ah okay. Well, honey, I’ll let you go. Talk soon.”

  “Yeah, I’ll email you.”

  “Great,” she said. But instead of saying bye, she blew out a breath. “I’m hoping you don’t let us down.”

  There it was.

  “I don’t want to.”

  “Good,” she said, and then the line went dead. Rolling my eyes, I threw my phone down just as Gus’s started singing with a text
from his mom.

  Coolest Mom in the World: I could be on my deathbed and you aren’t answering, you jerk. Why the hell aren’t you playing tonight?

  I grinned. My mom would never speak to me like that. With us, it was different. Too much had happened. I had let her down like she not-so-gently liked to remind me. Often. I wasn’t the daughter she raised, and it bothered me that she couldn’t see the good in me. I was a decent person. A little burned here and there, but I was nice. Good. I had worked so hard to put the past behind me. To make something of my education and opportunities—even if MPT wasn’t Stanford. But here was literally the coolest mom in the world trash talking her son, while my mom was just hoping I wouldn’t disappoint her. Again.

  Disgusted with myself, I looked down at his phone, and I swear it was taunting me. I couldn’t believe I actually felt jealous of Gus’s relationship with his mom. I knew I shouldn’t look through his phone, but I wanted to. Desperately. So I opened it. He wasn’t lying—it wasn’t locked. He had tons of text messages, mostly from his mom, dad, and Max. There were a few from a guy named Mike and then tons from numbers that had no names to them. They were obviously from girls he had slept with. I scanned the texts, all begging for more of the amazing Gus.

  I ignored those.

  I went right to his pictures. Mostly the album was just him, his friends, his parents, and lots of him playing hockey. He wasn’t joking when he said there were videos, but unlike what I assumed, they were videos of him on a lake, playing hockey and doing tricks. He was so talented. It was mind-blowing watching him play around, laughing and just being him. He seemed like such a vanilla guy, but then I noticed the folder labeled Nasty Shit. There was the mother lode of videos of girls jiggling their tits, getting themselves off, and pictures of more of the same. I couldn’t help but laugh.

  He was just as dirty as rumored.

  Inhaling hard, I threw the phone on the bed and then fell back, exhaling the breath I’d been holding. “What the hell am I doing? I know this won’t last. I am legit setting myself up for failure. Not only is he a horndog, and yeah, I know he is probably the best lay of my life, but he isn’t going to stay. He is going to leave, off into the fast lane of being a rookie in the NHL. He won’t have time for me.” Covering my face with my hands, I groaned loudly. “I know better!”