Jock boston terriers boo.., p.20
JOCK (Boston Terriers Book 5), page 20
Turning over to face her back, I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her back into me. I can tell by her long, slow breaths she’s asleep and I smile, my chest squeezing with the love I feel for her. I can’t believe this incredible girl is mine. Burying my nose in her hair, I breathe deep and relax. This beats sleeping alone in my bed by a mile.
Her ass bumps my cock, wiggling against it. “Eliza?” I wait, but she doesn’t answer. She’s still asleep and I need to behave.
Closing my eyes, I savor the feeling of her in my arms and I’m almost asleep when her ass jerks back into me again. She burrows her round cheeks into my hard cock, driving me mad. Fuck me. I pull my hips away from her and try to ignore the rock hard appendage between my legs.
Eliza seems to have settled down and I’m on the verge of slumber when she thrusts her ass into me again. Jesus. I know I promised her nothing would happen, but how much of this can I take?
“Eliza.” I shake her arm. “Eliza,” I call her name a little louder and shake her again.
She turns her head over her shoulder, peering at me in the darkness. “Huh? What’s wrong?”
“You’re killing me here. You have to stop.”
“What am I doing? I was asleep.”
“You’re sleep twerking on my dick.”
“I’m what?”
“I don’t know what else to call it. You’re sleep twerking on my dick, jerking your sexy ass back into my cock and I can’t take much more.”
“Oh my God,” she giggles. “I’m so sorry, but that’s hilarious.”
“Yeah, it’s a fucking riot. Especially when my dick is hard enough to cut diamonds.”
“Let me turn over on my back and then I can’t sleep twerk,” she snorts.
“You laugh, but what’s going on between my legs is no laughing matter. It’s painful.”
“I’d offer to kiss it better for you, but since that can’t happen, I’ll just roll over to my back.” She does as she says, peering over at me.
“You’re a cruel woman.” I settle back onto my pillow, wrapping my arm around her. “Good thing I love you so much.”
“You love me?” I’ve never said those words romantically to another woman in my life. I’ve never wanted to before. And I can’t believe I feel so relaxed about saying them now.
“Yep. I didn’t want to tell you like this, but can’t you tell?”
“Why didn’t you want to tell me now?”
“I was imagining a romantic night out and then telling you.”
“Owen, this is so much better than something planned out. I love the spontaneousness of it.”
“Are you going to tell me if you love me or not and put me out of my misery?”
“Like you don’t know. Of course I love you.”
“I knew it.”
She giggles, “Sure you did.”
“Let’s get some sleep. I don’t want you tired driving back to school tomorrow.”
“You’re so sweet.”
“Hey, I have to take care of my girl. I guess I need to change that to girls now.”
She squeezes my hand. “I love you, Owen.”
“I love you too.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Eliza
“We’re hanging out with all your friends?” I ask, trying not to panic as we walk toward the bowling alley.
“Yeah. Remember Trevor said he’d arrange a time? Well it’s that time.”
I wrap an arm around my nauseous stomach. “I wish you gave me some more notice so I could mentally prepare myself.”
He squeezes the hand he’s holding. “Stop worrying. I love you and so will they.”
“If you say so.” I don’t mind meeting new people, but when it’s a whole group at once it’s intimidating. Not to mention all his friends are part of the popular jock crowd, which I’m clearly not.
Once we’re inside I pause, lost in a sensation overload. Loud music being played by a d.j. is blaring through the speakers and flashing strobe lights are bothering my eyes.
“Wow.”
“This place is something else. They just finished building it like a month ago and Trevor’s been dying to check it out ever since.”
“How do you bowl with strobe lights?”
“You roll the ball and hope for the best?”
“There aren’t any strobe lights in the lanes,” the teenager collecting money at the counter tells us.
“That’s a relief. I’ve never bowled. Adding strobe lights might’ve been too much of a challenge for me.”
“You’ve never bowled? And you grew up in Massachusetts?”
Owen grabs shoes for us and pays before we go off to search for everyone. We find them in lane twenty, the furthest one over. They’re all sitting around getting their shoes changed when we approach. Trevor jumps up first.
“Hey, guys.” He fist bumps Owen and gives me a quick hug. “Eliza, this is my girlfriend, Grace.” He gestures to the beautiful redhead standing next to him.
Owen and she exchange hugs and I wave hello. “It’s nice to meet you, Grace.”
She smiles, making me feel calmer instantly. “Likewise. It’s about time a girl grabbed this guy.”
“I don’t think he’s been short on grabs,” Trevor jokes.
Grace shoots him a narrow-eyed glare. “You know what I mean.”
“I do, Red, but you know how I like to see you fired up.” He winks at her.
Owen touches my arm. “Eliza, this is Zeke, my other roommate, who I barely see these days and his girlfriend, Amelia.”
I shake Zeke’s hand, staring up at his handsome face. Even the dim lights can’t hide how gorgeous he is. Tall, dark, and handsome, and Amelia is just as stunning. Their kids are sure to be genetically blessed.
Trevor claps his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Let’s do this. Couples against each other? Guys versus girls? How’re we doing this?”
“Can’t we all just bowl and see how it goes?” I blurt out. Everyone laughs.
“I like Eliza’s idea,” Amelia agrees. “I haven’t bowled since I was like six.”
“What? Are you girls afraid of a little competition?” Trevor smirks.
“Everything’s a competition with Trevor. His older brother, Brady, must not have shared his toys with him when he was little,” Amelia explains.
“Brady still won’t share his toys. Have you seen his new car? He wouldn’t even let me take it for a drive.”
“That’s funny, because he let me drive it,” Zeke pipes in.
Amelia giggles, “And me too.”
“What the fuck?” Trevor shakes his head. “So much disrespect.”
Owen grips his shoulder. “You can work it out sometime in therapy, but right now let's bowl.”
It turns out we have two lanes reserved so the girls and guys naturally split up. Amelia points out how it’s better for the three of us to do our own thing.
“They’ll try to outdo each other the entire time we’re here. This way we can bowl in peace and not have to deal with their foolish shenanigans.”
“Are they always so competitive?”
Grace picks up one of the large balls. “Yep, every time there’s a chance. That means they can turn anything into a competition. I’ve personally witnessed them seeing who could deadlift more weight and who has the lowest resting heart rate.”
“Don’t forget the how many peanuts in a row they could catch in their mouths contest,” Amelia offers.
The three of us laugh our way through our first couple of turns. We’re not playing well, but we’re having a great time. We take a break for a few minutes to enjoy the pitcher of beer that was delivered and we sit down to watch the guys.
They’re all so focused as they line up for their turn. You’d think they were playing for money or some championship.
“Are they having fun?” This isn’t what I expected at all.
Grace snorts, “This is fun for them.”
I hold up my glass of beer in a silent toast to the two girls. “I like our version of fun much better.”
“Here, here,” They toast, raising their glasses to clink against mine.
“Shake it, baby,” Amelia calls out as Zeke sets up. He gives a wiggle and we all hoot and holler.
After another hour and a half, the guys are still going strong and we’ve given up on bowling in exchange for chowing down appetizers and watching them play.
Grace aims a loud wolf whistle at Trevor. “Bend over just like that.” Amelia and I cackle loudly.
Trevor smirks at her over his shoulder and then rolls a perfect strike. He winks at her as he cockily struts over to the guys.
We’re on our second pitcher of beer and I’m feeling warm and fuzzy all over. I’m not even a fan of beer, but tonight it tastes delicious.
“How long have you and Owen been together?” Amelia asks bluntly.
“About a month. I tutored him after his accident and it just evolved out of that situation.”
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but he looks happier than I’ve seen him in a long time. I guess I do know what you’re doing,” Amelia snorts.
“I’m not doing anything and neither is he.”
Grace raises a brow. “Nothing?”
“Barely anything. I’m a take it slow kind of girl and he’s known that from the start.” Should I tell them about Beatrice? People will find out eventually and maybe I need to be more forthcoming about my situation. “I have a two-year-old daughter. My parents care for her during the week and I go home on Fridays for each weekend.”
Amelia smiles. “That’s awesome. What’s her name?”
“Beatrice. She’s my little bumble bee and she loves Owen.”
Grace’s eyes grow impossibly wide. “He’s met her?”
“Yep, yesterday to be exact. He was amazing with her.”
Amelia shrugs. “That doesn’t surprise me. He’s a giant kid at heart.”
“Aren’t they all,” Grace retorts and we laugh. Our eyes immediately wander over to the guys and we find them arguing about the final score tallies.
Amelia pours herself another beer. “It’s going to be a long night, ladies.”
“That was fun. I like your friends.”
Owen’s eyes leave the road, briefly landing on mine. “You were a big hit. They all told me how great you are.”
“Really?” I know I sound surprised and hopeful, but it’s important that his friends like me.
“I never had a doubt that they would. My friends are great people and you’re my favorite person. Of course they like you.” I’m his favorite person? Damn, he just melted my insides with his words and maybe my panties too. I snort out loud at my own joke.
“You okay over there?”
“Yeah, just making myself laugh.”
“Are you going to let me in on the joke?”
“I was thinking how your words might have melted off my panties.”
“Jesus, Eliza.” He runs a hand down his face before returning it to the wheel. “Are you drunk?”
“Nope. I might be a little buzzed, but I’m perfectly in control of my faculties.”
He laughs, “Faculties?”
“It’s a great word. It means senses, capabilities, reason, etcetera.”
“I know what it means. It just sounded funny coming from you. Even in relaxed moments your intelligence shines through.”
“Not to change the subject on you when you’re complimenting me, but are you taking me home now?”
“I was planning on it unless you’d rather go somewhere else.”
“How about if you take me back to your place? You slept in my bed and I think it’s only fair if I get to try out yours too.”
“Eliza, if you come home with me I’m not sure how much sleeping will happen. Having you there would be a fantasy come to life. I don’t think I could keep my hands off you. And with your propensity for sleep twerking your ass against me, I’m sure I couldn’t.”
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
“You don’t want me to keep my hands off you?” He sounds so hopeful I almost laugh. I’m glad he’s as stirred up as I am. This is a huge step for me, but I know he’s the one I want to take it with.
“Nope. I want them on me as soon as possible.” His hand lands above my knee, gripping my thigh.
“Be sure, Eliza. I want you to be solid on this decision. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
“I’ve given this a lot of thought, Owen. You know me. I’m not making a rash decision. I love you and I want to love you in every way I can.”
His hand squeezes my thigh, fingertips digging into my skin. “We’re almost there, babe. I’m going to taste every fucking inch of you and then make you mine.”
We crash through the door, tangled together. Owen’s boot meets the steel, closing it behind us. My jacket, purse, and shoes end up in a pile on the floor as well as his sweatshirt and boots. Sweeping me off my feet, he tosses me over his shoulder with my ass in the air. One of his hands bands over the back of my legs and the other slaps my cheek hard enough to sting through the denim covering it.
I let my hands do some wandering of their own. Tucking them down into his back pockets, I squeeze his muscular ass.
He tears into his room slamming the door behind us, leaving us in darkness. Leaning forward he drops me, and the feeling of falling into darkness is exhilarating as I land on the bed. My eyes adjust to the darkness and I watch as he tears his t-shirt over his head. He reaches over to turn on the lamp and I call out, “No, don’t. Leave it off this first time.”
He doesn’t listen. The button clicks and golden lighting bathes the bed where I lie. Staring down at me, he strips his jeans and socks off standing at the edge of the mattress, leaving him in a pair of dark blue boxer briefs.
“Your body is perfect,” I utter the words with awe in my tone. My gaze roams over every inch of him, taking in all the muscles he’s worked so hard at building, honing his physique into the perfect athletic specimen.
Placing a knee on the bed, he crawls over to me. My eyes go to the Boston Terrier tattoo on his chest over his heart and my fingers trace out the shape of the helmet on the dog’s head. Somehow, the tattoo only makes him more attractive, if that’s possible.
He catches my hand and uses it to pull me up to a sitting position, kneeling between my legs. His fingers go to the bottom of my shirt and he slowly drags the material up my torso, carefully removing it from my head. Reaching around my back, he unhooks my bra and I hold still while he slowly peels it down my arms, dropping it to the floor.
“Goddamn. You’re even more perfect than I remember.” His hands cup both sides of my neck as he studies me like a masterpiece he’s seeing for the first time. “Your beauty astounds me, Eliza. How did I get so fucking lucky?”
His head lowers until our lips meet, gently sweeping across the surface of mine. Brushing them back and forth, he teases my resolve until his own breaks and his tongue thrusts, seeking out my own. Gladly, I meet him, our mouths making love before the rest of our bodies can. His naked chest teases, rubbing against my nipples and my fingers clutch his shoulders, pulling him closer.
He groans into my mouth as his hands urge me to my back and our mouths separate.
“These clothes have to go.” His fingers undo my jeans and they’re off and tossed aside in a magical flash. Clutching both sides of my black panties, he slowly hauls them down my legs, dragging out the anticipation before dropping them to the bed unheeded. His pupils look enormous in the green depths of his eyes as he hungrily looks me over.
Leaning forward, he presses his lips to one of my breasts, brushing them over the taut tip before sucking the peak into his mouth. My fingers go to the back of his head, burying in his hair and urging him on.
He moves over to the other side, his tongue teasingly circling my nipple and driving me mad. I tug on his hair and push down on his head to let him know what I want. He chuckles, fanning his breath over the hard tip in rhythmic puffs of air. His teeth close around and tug on the rosy flesh before his tongue slips out to soothe the sting.
“Please,” I beg.
He raises his head to meet my desire filled stare. “What do you want, babe?” I push on the top of his shoulders, urging him lower.
“You want my mouth on your pussy?” I nod. “Tell me what you want, Eliza. You can say anything to me. Anything you want is yours.”
“Please put your mouth on me.”
“That’s my girl.” He flashes me a grin and moves backward until he’s lying on his stomach between my legs, face hovering above me. His large palms grip the insides of my thighs, spreading me wide open. “Fuck me. Every inch of you is perfect.” His nose traces along the thin strip of hair before his tongue repeatedly flutters over my clit.
I moan, “Yes,” and throw my arms over my head losing myself in the mind-blowing pleasure he’s giving me. His lips and tongue drive me higher, plucking and sucking the engorged flesh until I tremble through the best orgasm of my life.
“Oh my God,” I pant as his tongue sweeps through my slit, collecting my juices. He raises his head, his lips shiny from my release, and crawls up to hover over my mouth.
“You taste so fucking sweet. I want you to kiss me and taste what I did to you.” His lips crash into mine and I don’t even try to resist. His tongue entwines with mine and I taste myself in his kiss. I’ve come to realize, I’ll do anything he desires. I’m his, for however long he’ll have me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Owen
Tearing my mouth from hers, I back up and slide my boxers down, kicking them off. Kneeling over her, I brace my weight on my palms beside her head. I study her blue eyes for any sign she doesn’t want this as bad as me, but all I see is the same longing that’s coursing through my veins.
“I need to be inside you.”
She holds her arms up. “What are you waiting for?” I fall down on top of her, our noses a breath apart and reach for a condom in my nightstand drawer.
