Andres 3.
God, she’s so fucking beautiful. The way the candlelight creates shadows on her face, the dip of her dress highlighting the swell of her breasts, her delicate collarbones tempting my tongue to trace them.
We’re tucked into a private nook of one of the only upscale restaurants near campus.
Conversation has been easy. Jenna is far more intelligent than anyone would give her credit for, considering stigmas associated with cheerleaders.
She’s a fount of knowledge, especially obscure and random facts.
She’s engaging, witty, and unapologetic.
It’s refreshing and as far as dates go, the best I’ve had in recent memory.
“Heacock.” Her smile slips into a frown. “He’s been hounding me to check out Crue Pribula.”
Her snort is adorable. “Delusional piece of shit.”
“Yes.” I grin. “He is. But I had an ulterior motive for attending this impromptu meeting.”
“Oh? Do tell.” She leans forward slightly, an eager expression on her flawless face.
“Crue Pribula has no dreams of an NFL career.” She nods. Crue hasn’t been shy about his intentions. “He has dreams of a healthy, fresh agricultural future. And that is why I agreed to meet. I want Prib and his family farm.”
Her features smooth into neutrality, making me laugh. “You want to buy his farm?”
“No. I want to partner with him and the neighboring farms. I want to source local, fresh ingredients for my food company. Expand our line to offer more sustainable options, as well as yogurts, smoothies…the sky’s the limit.”
“Oh.” She’s surprised and isn’t hiding it.
“I met with his parents several months ago and I was blown away by their passion for what they do, their family legacy, but more so by their love and faith in their son. I don’t know how much you’ve interacted with Prib, but he’s as exceptional off the field as he is on it, perhaps even more so.
He’s the future and I’m not dumb enough to let an opportunity like this pass me by. ”
“I haven’t worked with him, but it’s hard to miss his accomplishments. Lilly Geddes in PR does an incredible job of highlighting students, their own personal cheerleaders.”
“Lilly is one of a kind.”
“She is, that’s why she’s my best friend.” She tilts her head to the side and studies me for a moment. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say Heacock wasn’t pleased with this turn of events.”
My jaw clenches remembering his words, his insinuations. “That man buys his audacity in bulk.”
“I can’t believe you just said that! You got a late-night social media obsession?”
“Honestly, I love this one. She does Am I the Asshole Reddit videos and I am slightly obsessed with them. People are fucking nuts.”
Her head falls back on a boisterous laugh. My eyes trace the heave of her tits, the long, graceful line of her neck…I’d like to hear her laugh as I fuck inside her. I bet her pussy would grip me tight. But I’d also like to hear it while we’re sitting together on my couch watching a movie.
“I can’t blame you; Lilly and I watch them too.”
“I’m blacklisting Heacock, no one will work with him again. Most already go through Beiler, but I’ve made sure to spread the word that he is the only point of contact at the university. There was so much tension in the room…”
“Heacock is on everyone’s shit list. And good for you for using your star power for good.” Her face is open and friendly, but bitterness laces her tone. I decide not to pry right now. “Do you come to campus often? The people here seem to know you.” She indicates the restaurant.
“I come here whenever I visit, which sadly, isn’t as often as I’d like.
In fact, I think it’s been at least a year, if not more, since I’ve been back.
While there are many excellent players, Pittsburgh hasn’t had their eye on anyone here for the past two seasons, however, this year there are several candidates we’d love to have on our roster next summer. ”
Pushing her wine glass and empty dessert plate to the side, she lays her elbows on the table and pins me with an intense stare I have no hope of turning away from. I’m held captive by the wealth of emotion that resides in her dark chocolate depths.
“Alright, this is what’s going to happen.
” I sit up and listen intently, her tone brooking no argument.
“You’re gonna pay for dinner, because you’re a gentleman.
Then you’re gonna drive me home. I’m not a great actress, so I’m not gonna pretend surprise when you kiss me goodnight.
Not sure what your acting chops are like, so no need to act shocked when I invite you into my home.
We’re gonna strip down and you’ll give me a fucking worthy of a Superbowl MVP quarterback, with a condom, we’ll sleep and do it all again tomorrow morning.
You’ll ask for my number, I’ll give it to you, you’ll tell me you’ll call, but you won’t, and I’ll show up to practice Monday bowlegged, sexually satisfied, and in no way surprised when I never hear from you again. ”
I swallow hard, my cock thickening in my pants at the thought of fucking her soon, but my head is a little confused about the rest. I’m most definitely going to call her, and text her, I’ll send fucking smoke signals if I have to.
She’s incredible, I already know one night with her is not going to be enough.
I smirk, dragging my heavy-lidded gaze up her body, lingering on her mouthwatering tits, and then meeting her no-nonsense expression. “Or…?” I let it hang in the air, waiting for her to offer an alternative. Instead, all I get is several slow blinks and a stone-cold face. Why is that so hot?
“What do you mean ‘or’?”
“Jenna—” she cuts me, her palm up to stop me.
“Andres. I have had a wonderful time tonight. I am attracted to you and am a willing and happy participant in smexy times. But your life and job…I don’t want ‘this’,” she waves between us, “to interfere with the season. I don’t want to be disappointed.
I don’t want my heart broken when it falls apart.
And I don’t want the publicity. No point in dragging me through the tabloids for you to lose interest a month or two down the line, when you’re in Pittsburgh and I’m here, and I’m left watching strings of women on your arm in those same tabloids I want to avoid. ”
“Wow.” That’s a lot to digest. “I’ve never met anyone so cynical. And that was all oddly specific. Who—”
She speaks over me, and I’m wise enough to shut my mouth. “If self-preservation is cynicism, then guilty as charged. Are we heading back to my place, OR are you heading back to your hotel and I’m going home for a hot bath while I pass judgement on strangers’ behavior?”
Stubborn. I don’t think that word is strong enough for Miss Jenna Nemac.
There is obviously more going on. Something or someone that happened to her and caused her to think this way.
I’m not gonna change her mind over dinner.
I’m not a stupid man. Which means, I’m damn well gonna fuck her.
Then I’ll set about showing her how wrong she is.
Shifting in my seat, I pull out my wallet and toss a few hundred-dollar bills on the table.
Her eyes flare before she rolls them with a sigh.
I’m not gonna try to explain why all that attitude causes my balls to pull up tight, my cock drooling in my boxer briefs.
Something about Jenna just does it for me; pragmatic self-preservation and all.
Standing next to the table, I offer her my hand.
She hesitates, just a brief second, but I see it, and I stifle the urge to grin.
She’s not unaffected, she’s not cold and unfeeling.
She’s protecting herself and since I don’t know her story, I can’t blame her for trying to keep herself from getting hurt.
I have no plans to hurt her. This entire evening has only confirmed what I felt before the game when I watched her shake her ass down the hall without a care in the world.
Not having her in my life, letting the opportunity to get to know someone as phenomenal as her pass me by is a regret I’m not willing to entertain.
Her hand in mine, I squeeze as I lead her out of the restaurant to my rental car.
I buckle her in, and as I pull back, I look into her eyes.
She’s strong, no doubt about it, but I see the vulnerability she hides.
I want to hold her, comfort her, protect her…
but first, I’m gonna fuck her. I close the distance between us, my lips a hair’s breadth away from her pretty mouth and pause.
Her breath hitches and I take that as my cue, leaning forward.
Her lips are soft, but she’s unmoving. I chuckle, moving my mouth across hers and the moment she begins to melt into it, I lick across the seam of her mouth.
Her tongue peeks out, slides along mine and retreats into her mouth, almost shyly.
I don’t press for more; this was enough to last me until we get back to her place.
When I pull back, she makes a whimpering noise that shoots lightning down my spine.
I stand up, my arm on the top of the passenger door, and take a much-needed breath.
“Jesus!” she barks out, and I look down at her in alarm, her eyes bugging out as they stare at my crotch which is eye level.
Shit. “Drive Jeeves!” She licks her lips, then glances at me from under her lashes with a sultry smirk.
Her earlier shyness is gone, replaced with bravado and humor. “I have a date with a big dick!”
I shut the door in her face, her laughter loud enough to hear as I circle the front of the car. She’s still giggling as I take the driver’s seat and buckle in, start the car, and begin to pull out of the parking lot. I try for impassive, but the sound of her joy is infectious.