24. JENSEN
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W ithin twenty-four hours, my heart set its eyes on her, and there is no way back.
I can see the conflict in her gorgeous eyes. I can see the words sitting on the tip of her tongue. Silently asking for the clarity we both crave, because there is no hiding our feelings anymore. I can feel it running through my veins, and I can’t give her comforting words right now.
The ones where I tell her I want more than just this road trip. I want more than just this week. The ones where I tell her that I want to get to know her more and see where this goes. But my parents' expectations are lingering in my head, and I don’t want to drag her into the madness of the Jensen political family.
Not yet, anyway. I need to do this carefully, before they start to throw threats that will affect Rae’s family. Not to mention me being traded.
Who knows where I’ll be playing next year.
But I can’t let her go just yet. It’s too soon.
“I want you. Don’t think about anything else right now. We will figure it out, okay?”
“Okay.” Her voice cracks, stinging my heart.
Maybe I’m wrong for keeping her hopes up, dangling false promises in front of her face when I have no clue if I can keep them. But that's all I got right now.
So, I just kiss her. Desperate, scorching, and filled with urgency and unspoken wishes. Hoping she can feel what I’m feeling, praying it will spark her confidence in whatever this might be. The kiss consumes me, taking my breath away, and I cup the front of her neck, breathing into her mouth.
“You drive me crazy, Rae.”
“You got a tattoo of a red boot today. You’re already crazy.” She smiles, bringing us back to the light mood we were in before dinner. I feel the corner of my mouth rise as I breathe out a small laugh.
“Maybe.”
Her hands roam over my back, and I close my eyes, enjoying her touch, completely transfixed by every stroke. When my eyes lower, I reach up, rolling the gemstone of her necklace through my fingers.
“Who gave you this?” I realize how jealous I sound when I hear my own words, too late to change my tone of voice. A ghost of a smile meets her beautiful features.
“Jealous?”
“Maybe.”
“My mother.” My brows raise, and I scold myself inside for my possessiveness, ignoring the vibration in my pocket.
“Is it a gemstone?”
She nods. “My family owns a jewelry business. They work with gemstones.”
I cock my head, my eyes roaming the freckles on her nose. I didn’t expect that answer, and I’m a bit embarrassed for assuming it was from Sean. Like she was still hung up on the guy, even though she told me she isn’t.
Fuck, I really am jealous.
“Your phone is buzzing, Jensen,” she muses, looking at me with hooded eyes.
I clear my throat, blinking. “Right.”
Reluctantly, I pull it out of the back of my pocket, taking a step back but keeping my hand on her waist.
Bodi.
“Hey, mate,” I say, keeping my eyes focused on Rae.
She’s biting her lip, her back still pressed against the wall. Her blonde hair is now messy, the direct result of my fingers running through it in a demanding way.
“Where are you two at? I’m at the hotel. Let’s have a few drinks before we call it a night,” Bodi tells me.
“We’re downtown. We’ll meet you there in twenty minutes.”
“Alright, see you then.” I hang up the phone, then tug her against my chest again.
“That was Bodi. He’s at the hotel. He wants us to have drinks.”
“Okay, let’s go.”
I look at her, searching for any leftover distress showing on her face.
“Are we good?” I ask, not completely satisfied.
Just like us players, this girl can put on a serious game face, and I don’t want her to feel like shit with a fake smile. I want her to be real with me, and tell me what she needs.
“We’re good, babe.”
My eyes widen, and my dick twitches.
“You called me babe .”
“So?”
“You never call me babe . Just Jensen.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, okay, then, Jensen . Let’s go.”
She grabs my hand and starts to tuck me behind her down the street.
“No, don’t stop. I like it.” I drape my arm over the back of her neck, pulling her into my side as we start walking back to the hotel. “Turns me on,” I whisper against her neck, resulting in a chuckle that warms me inside. I can listen to her laugh all day.
“You’d fuck me out here in the street if I’d give you the chance, wouldn’t you?”
I let out a torturous moan, glancing up to the sky, something intense flaring inside of me just at the thought of it.
Fuck yeah, I would.
“If I say yes, will you let me?” I joke halfheartedly.
I’m not going to fuck her in the middle of the street, but I sure as fuck won’t say no if she pulls me into some dark alley right now. I’ve been dying to get her pressed against the wall the entire day. To bury myself inside of her once more and completely get lost in her delicious body. To ease my hunger by eating her out, drinking up her juices like a glass of sweet tea on a hot summer day.
“No,” she says firmly, as expected. “Not in the middle of the street.”
I can hear the suggestion in her voice, and I frown, wondering if I’m hearing her correctly.
“Wait, is there anywhere else you’d be game?” I ask curiously as we walk on together.
“Depends on how public we’re talking.” She smirks, tilting her head to look at me.
I clench my teeth together. “Rae Stafford, my sweet princess, have you ever had sex in public?”
Her fingers thread through mine while the other holds onto my waist.
“Haven’t you?”
“Err, I have. But I didn’t expect you to be such a dirty girl.”
“Pfft, please. You can call me a princess, but that doesn’t mean I am one. I’m not a saint, Jensen.”
Remembering her supposed rebel phase, I run my tongue over my lip.
“Okay, tell me. Where is the craziest place you’ve ever had sex?” My mouth turns dry when I think about all the places I’d love to have her for myself, suddenly aware of all the available possibilities. The jet, the beach, the locker room after a winning game, the movies, the bathroom stall in some trashy bar.
The list is endless, really.
She grunts. “Are we really going to do this?”
“Fuck yeah, we are.”
“Fine,” she huffs, then points her finger at my face. “Don’t get jealous, though.”
Lifting my free hand in the air, I press a kiss to her hair. “I won’t.”
“Craziest, huh?”
I nod, waiting in anticipation as we hold still to continue along the crossing.
“I think the janitor’s closet, senior year.”
“That’s not that crazy!” I blurt, thinking back about the many times I took Macy Anderson to the janitor’s closet when I was a freshman in college.
“While he was on the other side. In his office.”
“Wait, what?”
“Oh yeah,” she continues, “our janitor, Mr. Cohen, had his own office. Or, actually, it was more like an office space. There was a desk in it, and a file cabinet, but not much more could fit in. Not sure why he needed an office anyway, but he did. One day, Kyle Sanders and I sneaked in right before lunch and started making out. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds before we heard Mr. Cohen come in. Kyle peaked through the hole, and apparently, Mr. Cohen was taking out his lunch, getting comfortable. We held quiet for five minutes, but after that, I was done waiting.”
She reveals the words without any shame.
“You had sex in the janitor’s closet with someone on the other side of the door?” I laugh.
“Yup.”
“Damn, I wish we went to high school together.”
“What about you, hockey boy ? What is your wildest memory?”
“I once fingerfucked a girl in the queue for Space Mountain at Disney World.”
“You didn’t!” Her head slowly moves up, her bright eyes shocked.
“I did.”
“Jared James Jensen,” she reprimands, bringing that desirable feeling back to my already growing cock. “What about all the kids waiting in line with you?”
I shrug, laughing. “She was wearing a big vest that covered everything up. Besides, she was glued against my chest, so to everyone else, it looked like we were happily in love, hugging our way through life.”
“Were you?”
“Was I what?”
“In love.”
“No,” I say, short and quick, before I process the question properly.
Love to me has always been something unattainable, only existing in fairytales and movies. I ‘liked’ girls; they turned me on. And for the most part, I liked spending time with them. But I never have felt that dying desire to be with someone.
Now, I’m not so sure anymore.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been in love,” I confess.
“Me neither.” Her disclosure makes me happy, pushing away the hint of jealousy that was waiting to start growling with possessiveness.
“Tell me something, though,’’ I whisper, my lips flush with her ear when the hotel comes into sight while Bodi is waiting in front of the entrance.
I notice her brows quirk up in anticipation, as she bites her lip when she feels my breath fanning her skin.
“Name the one place you’d want to have sex at least once in your life. What's on the bucket list?” My tone is husky, turned on by the thought of being part of her deepest desires.
Her chin twists, looking at me with a flirtatious gaze, then she eyes Bodi on the street. When she realizes he hasn’t seen us yet, she stops in the middle of the sidewalk, fisting my shirt in a demanding way that quickly has my heart racing. Our chests are now joined as one, and she’s staring at me with a dangerous glow to her irises, as if she’s daring me to fulfill whatever is going to roll off her tongue any second now.
“On the hood of a car.” She pauses, and my lips part in lust, envisioning her request in my mind. “I want to be licked into oblivion while the cold metal is pressed against my ass, my pussy hot like fire as I look up at the stars on a summer night.”
I swallow hard, blinking. My dick is getting painfully large inside my jeans, and the thought of Rae, spread out on the hood of my black Camaro, makes my world spin like a madman.
“What the fuck, Rae,” I huff, flustered, lost for any other words. I rub my palm over my face, clenching my jaw to prevent myself from throwing her over my shoulder, taking her to my room, and fucking her until she’s passed out.
She snickers, like the little witch that she is, her cheeks now flushed with desire, and her eyes naughty as fuck.
“You asked.” She shrugs, then gives me a sweet peck on the lips, turns, and walks away, right in time for Bodi to notice us.
“Hey, Bodi!” She beams at him, leaving me completely stunned on the sidewalk, like she just told me what her favorite meal is.
I know what my favorite meal is from now on.
Rae fucking Stafford .