Chapter One #2
“See you soon, Angel.” My stomach flips in anticipation.
Angel. The nickname he came up with after he saw me for the first time.
We were in first grade. Mom always made a big deal about looking nice for the first day of school, so she sent me in a white dress, which was ruined by the end of the day.
Carter, however, claims that when he saw me that day, he was convinced that I was an angel sent down to help him on his first day.
Somehow, I didn’t look nervous at all, while he wanted to go home until the moment he saw me.
Making my way back to Abbie and Gwen, they give me knowing looks as I approach. Now that the players have left the ice, most of the crowd is dispersing, leaving us in our aisle by ourselves.
“Shit, Soph, that was hot.” Gwen practically swoons.
“Does this mean that you’re finally ready to forget that whole ‘waiting until graduation’ bullshit? You looked about ready to get naked right then and there.” Abbie elbows me.
Taking a deep breath, I nod. “Yeah. I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t even know why I came up with that rule to begin with.”
The girls insist on accompanying me back to the locker room, all in the name of making sure I’m “ready.”
As we walk, Abbie and Gwen are caught up in conversation when an unfamiliar voice captures my attention.
“... Carter Williams. Really promising.” There’s a man walking ahead of us, clad in a suit and talking on the phone. He’s got a leather briefcase slung over his shoulder, and a quick peek shows me the insignia for Notre Dame on the front.
Is that…a scout?
I try to focus on his conversation without looking like I’m eavesdropping, which I totally am.
“Kid’s got some serious talent. With the right coaching, he’ll be unstoppable.
” A pause has my heart racing in my ears.
“Yeah, I’ll be reaching out to confirm.” With that, the man hangs up and leaves the rec center.
Carter has scouts from Notre Dame looking at him?
That's…huge. Amazing. We’ve applied to a few different colleges together, but we never talked about Notre Dame.
I’ve gotten the majority of my admissions results back, but haven’t opened them because we wanted to find out together, but weirdly enough, he hasn’t gotten back any admissions letters.
He’s convinced it's because even though his grades are good, he’s not a straight-A student. But, as I told him, no news is good news. I’ll have to tell him what I overheard later. He’ll be stoked.
I had been so focused on what the scout had said, I didn't even realize we'd made it back to the locker room until Abbie starts waving in my face, “Hello! Earth to Soph! We have to make sure you’re presentable!”
Before I know it, I’m in the shower washing my hair while Abbie and Gwen start throwing advice my way.
“If you’re sucking his dick, hollow out your cheeks!” Abbie shouts over the spray of water.
“How the fuck do you know I haven’t sucked his dick already?” I shoot back, scrubbing my scalp.
“Because every time you go further than kissing, you call me with a damned play-by-play.”
Fair point.
“Like remember that one time you jerked him off through his sweatpants and you asked me if it was normal if —”
“Okay, okay! I get it!” I shout over her, and Gwen laughs in the background.
“Make sure he at least goes down on you before you actually fuck.” Gwen shouts, and I’m glad that the rest of my team showered and dressed while I was catching the rest of Carter's game. “It’ll burn if you’re not wet enough.”
“Got it.” Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I rinse my body and shut off the water before wrapping a towel around myself. Despite my attitude, I’m thankful to have Gwen and Abbie here to give me some pointers.
My plan is simple. Mom and Dad are out of town on a long-planned anniversary trip, and I have the house all to myself.
They don’t get back until tomorrow night, so after the party we’re about to go to, I’ll bring him back to my place and we can fuck our brains out until it’s second nature and I don’t need any tips from Abby or Gwen anymore.
Dressing quickly in a tank top, my favorite off the shoulder sweater, and some jeans, I’m perfectly outfitted for an April night in Massachusetts.
I unwrap one of the blow dryers that the rec center provides and get to work on my hair while Abbie does my makeup.
I usually stick to just some mascara and lip gloss, but Abbie has a magic touch, and whatever she does with my eyeshadow makes my honey-brown eyes pop.
We’re out in record time, and I come face to face with Carter the moment I step out of the locker room.
He’s talking with Jake, the teammate who helped him with that game-winning play.
Jake’s brown hair is still wet from the shower, and he runs a hand through it, pushing it back. “Hey Soph!” He greets me warmly.
“We’ll meet you outside,” Gwen says knowingly, waggling her eyebrows at me.
They both greet Carter as they walk past, and he murmurs his greetings, but his eyes stay on me.
Jake follows the girls out, leaving Carter and me alone.
He’s as yummy as ever in faded jeans, and a gray t-shirt that’s tight enough to show off the muscles that he’s spent the last four years honing into perfection.
Biting my lip as he pulls me to him, one of his hands grabs my ass as I lift myself on my toes to kiss him again. Pulling back, his darkened eyes meet mine as a heaviness charges the air. I’m sure he can sense that there’s something different about me tonight.
Wordlessly, he throws his arm around my shoulder as we head out to the parking lot.
We approach Jake, Tom, Abby, and Gwen, who have taken up residence outside of Carter’s Mustang.
“What do we say? Burgers at Sal’s and then off to the lake for the celebration?” Gwen looks around to everyone, seeking nods of confirmation.
“I can’t believe we have two game-winning shot takers in our midst tonight.” Abbie grins at me.
A squeal of surprise leaves me as Carter whisks me into the air. “What? You won the game?”
Laughing, I grasp his shoulders, “I told you I did, you caveman! Put me down!”
He holds me to his chest as he looks into my eyes. “You never told me you won the whole-ass game!” He gently lowers me back to the ground, releasing me. “You’re amazing, Soph.” My chest tightens at the awe in his voice.
Tom’s voice calls across the lot, “You made a game-winning shot?” His eyes shine with affection as he reaches me, sweeping me into a hug. “I’m so proud of you, Sophie!”
“Thanks Tom.” I hug him back, wishing Mom and Dad could have been here before I break away, taking a step back. “Are you coming out for celebrations?”
“Both teams I was rooting for today won their championships,” He grins at me and grasps Carter and Jake by the shoulders, “I wouldn’t miss it.”
With that, everyone disperses to their cars and I slide into the passenger seat of Carter’s Mustang, the supple leather smooth to touch.
My heart races as his hand covers mine, and if I had any doubts about having sex tonight, they would have all disappeared at the gentleness of his touch. He’s been ready for a while, but has never been pushy. He’s the only one for me, and tonight, I’ll show him.
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