Chapter 7
“You are not going to—“ My lips twitched, making her think I was relaxed and joking around, when in reality, the blood in my veins went hot as I watched her dip a warm crispy fry into the soft serve ice cream and bring it up to her lips.
Again.
The little show she cluelessly was giving was fucking sexy.
“Mmm,” she moaned. The unintentionally erotic sound shot through me like really good whiskey. “So good.” She sighed happily.
I had no idea the dining hall in the athletics building could have ever been the backdrop for the perfect first date, but fuck me, it was.
Not that she knew this was a date at all, much less the first of countless ones we’d have in the future because Sadie was mine.
I’d known it already, but every second around her only confirmed that she was going to be the girl I was going to marry.
Soon, the monster growled inside of me.
She leaned closer, her elbow on the table, face resting in the palm of her hand as she looked at me with a content smile.
I had no idea how the hell I’d managed to talk her into grabbing a bite with me, but I’d somehow accomplished it.
Not only that, with the distraction of the food choices and eating, Sadie seemed to be a little more relaxed around me.
We’d chosen to go back for desert, and when she said she was getting soft serve and fries, I’d teased her about it.
“How’s your brownie?” Her eyes dipped down to the decadent dessert in front of me that I would have to work off in the morning. I scooped some up with my spoon and dipped it into her ice cream.
“Try.” I didn’t give her a chance to overthink the fact that I was about to feed her.
“Oh my…” she groaned, her eyes shut with pleasure as the chocolatey goodness bloomed on her tongue. “So good.” She sighed softly, almost a moan, before opening her eyes to look at me. “I shouldn’t have tried that.”
“Why not?” I asked. “Thought you liked it.” The sound she made had me throbbing.
“That’s the problem.” Her smile widened, and despite how fucking hard and close to the edge I was from losing control and doing something stupid like pulling her up on my lap to kiss her, that pretty smile fed something inside me.
Deep and real, it that worked itself under my skin and right through the bone and down into the marrow of me.
“I’m not following here, little bird.”
“Because… now I know it’s down here.”
“Again, you say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is when you have a sweet tooth that won’t quit.” I chuckled at the face she made. Fucking hell, she was adorable.
“I don’t know about that,” I mumbled good naturedly even though every thought in my mind was fucking dirty.
Sinful images bounced in my head one after another. One involved me eating that fucking brownie à la mode off her sexy naked body.
Would sweet, shy little Sadie Flores let me do that?
Let me cover the tips of her tits with whip cream as I kneeled in front of her to lick and suck every sticky bit off her?
Would she squirm and writhe for more?
Would she let me spray some on her thighs to get closer to her tight little—
“Jason?” She snapped me out of my thoughts. “You okay?”
“Umm…” My face started to heat up. I’d been caught daydreaming.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, and before I could ask why, she started to get up. “You’re probably tired, and I’m just keeping you up. Ready to go?” she asked, her empty bowl of ice cream on top of the half-finished fries.
“We don’t have to hurry,” I blurted out, not ready for the night to end.
Fuck, being around her, watching her from afar wasn’t going to cut it. Not anymore. Now that I knew what it felt like to be around her, in her light, I didn’t want to go lurk back in the shadows.
“You haven’t finished your fries yet,” I pointed out in a last-ditch effort to keep her in front of me.
“I’m full.” Her expectant eyes were on me to stand the hell up and walk her to her room like I’d offered. Never mind the fact that now that I knew her roommate was spending the night with mine, I would be creeping back into her room to watch her sleep.
“Right.” I nodded and stood. I took her dishes from her hands and grabbed mine to them to the trash before following her out of the mostly empty dining hall.
“This was fun,” she said. I nodded, suddenly too fucking tongue tied and slightly guilty about the fact I knew without a shadow of a doubt, I was going to sneak back into her room tonight.
The question was whether or not I was going to be able to keep my hands to myself.
“Let’s get you home, little bird.” My hand tangled with hers so fucking easily. Meant to be.
She might have been looking down at the ground, but it didn’t stop me from noticing the sweet little blush that painted her cheeks and the way it spread down her neck.
Curiosity was a bitch. My mouth watered trying to figure out just how low that blush ran.
Would her chest get flushed if I gave her perfect tits attention?
Would she like it soft and sweet or hard suckling and biting to get her to gasp my name?
That wasn’t going to help my situation at all.
With my free hand, I tried to subtly adjust my thick, hard cock that was currently pressed tightly against my waistband in an effort to fucking hide the one-eyed monster from view.
We walked to the elevators, and I stupidly let go of her hand to press the call button.
Before I could get my hand back in hers, the doors opened, and out walked some of the cheerleaders.
“Jason!” Trina called. I winced.
“Hey, Tri, how are you?”
“Good. You?”
“Good.”
“Damn, Jason, you look good. Summer workouts hit, huh?” Briana asked. I scratched the back of my neck.
Before my path had crossed with Sadie’s, I’d been a dog. And this summer, I had hooked up with two of the five girls stepping out of the elevator.
“You going to the Omega party?” one of them asked, sliding next to me. Carly? Marely? Whatever her name was had her hand on my chest. Jesus, these girls moved way too fast. I frowned and looked around, only to see Sadie standing off to the side watching the whole interaction.
“Just coming back from it, actually.”
“Aww… want some company?” Briana asked, her eyes clear with the offer she was making. “I wouldn’t mind another round with the infamous shortstop. We had fun last time.”
Before I could answer, Sadie whispered, “Excuse me,” and hopped into the elevator.
“I actually gotta go.” I smiled tightly and swept past them with just enough time to hold the door I was pretty sure Sadie had called to shut open.
“Hey, you leaving me, bird?”
“You looked busy,” she mumbled, stepping back into the corner of the elevator.
I got in and pressed the close button on the doors and leaned against the wall. It was obvious by the way Sadie was avoiding making eye contact, and that pretty smile she had just for me had completely vanished, that she wanted her space.
The question was, should I give it to her? No, the thing inside me answered, and I knew he was right. I stepped forward, and her head tipped back to look at me. Her gaze was weary and so much like the one she had given Harrison when he’d approached her. I fucking hated it.
“You have quite a fan club,” she mentioned. I shrugged because she wasn’t wrong. Most of it came with being who I was and what I played and the trajectory of the kind of career I was supposed to have.
“They don’t matter.”
“Because you’ve already…” She let the words hang in the air.
“No.” Though I had. “Because I like you.” I decided to lay it out.
It was probably too much too fast, but fuck, how long had this girl been driving me crazy already? She looked at me, her eyes unreadable. She blinked once, twice, then, to my fucking shock, she snorted.
“Right.” She rolled her eyes. “What is this?” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Excuse me?”
“Is it some kind of initiation?”
“Initiation?”
“Are you rushing the Omegas or a frat or a club or something?” I studied her. I both hated and loved that her body was all covered up with my hoodie.
“No.” I shook my head, wondering where that was coming from.
“Some kind of bet with one of your sports buddies?
“Sadie—”
“If you let me in on the joke, I can help you,” she offered.
“There is no joke, baby. I’m serious. I like you,” I repeated gently. She snorted again.
“Yeah, okay.” I’d never heard sarcasm from her before. “I like you.” She mimicked the depth of my voice. And instead of it turning me off or pissing me off, I found I liked it.
A lot. Oh yeah, I was definitely fucked when it came to Sadie Flores.
Without knowing it, Sadie was showing me a side of herself she didn’t show anyone. I’d seen how she behaved with friends or coworkers. She was always sweet and kind and funny. The attitude was new and felt like a window into a part of her she didn’t share freely.
“I’m serious,” I answered.
“Right.” She laughed, but that laughter died when I stepped closer, and her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
I didn’t respond. I simply closed the space between us, caging her body against the elevator wall. Like this, if we stopped at any floor, she would be shielded by my body from view.
“You don’t feel this?” I asked, my voice thick and scratchy.
“Wh-what?” She breathed softly. Her eyes widened as she stared up at me.
“Because I refuse to believe that you don’t feel what I do,” I kept sharing, baring my fucking soul to her.
“Well… umm… rejection is good for the soul. Keeps you grounded,” she sassed softly. Her hand rested on my chest, leaving a trail of heat and want zipping and zapping throughout my body. I wasn’t sure if she was even aware of the fact she was touching me.
“Baby, you want me to be okay with you rejecting me, you gotta stop being so fucking cute.”
“Cute?” she asked.
“Adorable. Sexy. Gorgeous beyond belief,” I laid out.
“You really… you really think that?” She looked at me slightly differently. One of my hands dropped from the wall to tangle our fingers together before bringing it up between us. Unable to stop myself, I kissed each of her delicate knuckles.