Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
Thursday night, Heath and I ride over to The White House with Maverick and Dakota. We’re in the backseat and Heath’s big palm is stretched out over my knee. He’s texting with his other hand.
“Sorry, he’s getting married next summer, and for some reason, I need to decide what kind of tux I want right this second.” His fingers keep flying over the screen as he and his brother text back and forth.
“A tux. Hmmm.” The image of Heath in a nice suit or tux does not suck.
He glances up and winks. “Tuxes do it for you, huh?”
“You do it for me.”
Mav groans. “You two are a real buzzkill. Should have stayed home and boned, left the party to the single people.”
“Don’t be a dick to my girl,” Heath tells him, still staring at his phone.
Maverick turns in his seat. “You are ruining it for the rest of us. Girls see you two together, and you give them hope and ideas about what the rest of us want. And all I want is a good blow job.”
“I hope that’s not your best pickup line,” I tell him.
Heath and Dakota laugh. Maverick shakes his head but smiles.
“You’re such a liar,” Heath says, finally putting his phone in his pocket. “Some girl gets her mouth anywhere near your junk and you’ll be proposing marriage.”
“Probably true.” Mav sighs. “I’m a romantic at heart.”
From the front of The White House it looks like a nice, respectable family home, but one foot inside the door, and it’s college madness. Though, thankfully, not quite so mad as the pool party. I can actually see two feet in front of me tonight.
As we walk through the entryway, I look around to take it all in. The last time I was here it was so packed, it was hard to appreciate.
“I know, right?” Heath takes my hand. The other two have already gone ahead of us. “My brother lived here.”
Since my interactions with Heath have mostly been limited to the hockey team and the dining hall, I didn’t realize just how many people he knows. Guys on the basketball team call out to him, “Baby Payne!”
They ask him questions about Nathan and a few girls ask about Chloe, his brother’s fiancée. With each group of people we talk to, Heath introduces me, we chat, and we accept drink after drink. Heath more so than me.
The end result is a very Gumby-like drunk Heath by the time we’ve made it outside where the main party is happening.
He wraps an arm around my shoulders and leans into me. “I think I might be drunk.”
I stutter step my way to where our friends are sitting. Dakota’s found Reagan and they’ve pulled lounge chairs together. They’re sharing one and facing Maverick.
When they spot us, more specifically me desperately trying to unload a very heavy Heath, Mav moves to sit with Reagan and Dakota, and I manage to get Heath and I seated.
“The Oversharer is here!” Maverick lifts his cup with a smile. “How ya feeling, buddy? Feeling good? Feeling like you want to tell all your deepest secrets?”
Heath makes a motion like he’s zipping his lips and tossing the key, nearly loses his balance and falls off the back of the chair.
“How do you get so drunk when you’re this heavy?” I groan as I pull him upright.
“I wanna take you to The Olive Garden.” He sways a little, staring at me. “You deserve The Olive Garden.”
Our friends are laughing, but even drunk and out of his mind, I can’t take my eyes off Heath.
“I’m pretty sure they’re closed right now, but food isn’t a terrible idea.” I look to Reagan. “What do you have in that purse of yours to soak up the alcohol?”
As she pulls out snacks, everyone suddenly gets very interested in eating. I manage to snag a granola bar and a mini bag of pretzels for Heath.
“I think you might be my dream woman,” Maverick says to Reagan as he opens a peanut butter cookie and takes a bite.
He finishes that off and then downs two granola bars.
“Let’s go eat. We can hit IHOP or get Jack in the Box and head back to the apartment.
Ooooh Jack in the Box tacos.” He closes his eyes and moans.
“Can’t,” Heath interrupts. “I’m showing my girl a good time.” He throws his arm around me again.
“You can show her a good time back at the apartment. Naked.” Maverick stands and everyone else follows his lead.
“It isn’t about sex,” he says and looks at me dreamily. My stomach does a thousand backflips.
We aren’t having sex, so even though our friends are reacting with a series of “aww” and laughter, he’s only stating facts. It isn’t about sex, but I think that needs to change soon.
I get to my feet and pull him up. “Come on.”
“Are we going to The Olive Garden?”
The next morning, Heath wakes as I’m getting dressed to sneak out of his room.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He pulls me down and hugs me against his chest.
“I have to go to class.”
“In three hours.” His eyes are barely open, but apparently he knows the time.
“I want to get out of here before the guys wake up.”
The apartment is still silent, but it’s game day, and I know the guys will be getting up soon to go skate.
“It’ll be fine. Go to sleep,” he murmurs against the top of my head.
I turn so we’re facing one another and trace tiny circles on his chest. “You have to get up in thirty minutes.”
I decide to try another approach. Sliding a leg over him, I scoot on top of him.
He makes a strangled sound between a groan and a sigh.
I pepper him with kisses—his jaw, his neck, his chest. His hands move to my back, and one comes up and fists my hair.
He pulls back just hard enough to lift my chin.
“Whatcha doing, Ginny?”
Instead of answering, I close the space between our mouths and kiss him hard. I can feel him smiling, that is until I roll my hips against the bulge in his sweatpants.
In one smooth motion, he has me on my back and he holds himself over me. He dips his lower body to brush against me.
“This what you want, Genevieve?”
My cheeks flame. It is, but suddenly, I feel really shy about it.
He tips my chin up with a finger. “No need to be embarrassed. You can feel how much I want you, but what do you want, Genevieve?”
I’m having a hard time finding my voice.
“There’s no rush.” His sweet words comfort me, but man, do I wish I were ready. It isn’t that I don’t want to have sex with Heath. I do. Very much. But it’s a big deal to me, more so maybe because I know in the past it hasn’t been to him. And because of my previous experiences.
I nod and his thumb glides across my lower lip before he kisses me again.
My head may have reservations, but my body does not.
Fifteen minutes later, we’re basically dry humping when Heath’s palm slides up my leg.
His fingers brush against the lacy material between my thighs and a shiver wracks my entire body.
His thumb rubs the tiny bundle of nerves over my panties while one finger slips underneath. I cry out and then slap a hand over my mouth.
Heath pries my hand away. “I want to hear how good I make you feel.”
He pumps in and out of me a few more times before he decides my underwear are hindering him too much and he yanks them down to my ankles.
I think he’s moving to free them and toss them to the ground, which he does, but then his large shoulders nudge my legs farther apart and he wraps an arm around me to open me wide.
I arch into his mouth, wanting more as his tongue flattens against my throbbing core.
He gives it to me, sucking and licking. Slow at first, but as I get louder and the orgasm draws closer, he pushes my legs wider and increases the pressure. As I start to go over the edge, I fist his hair in my hands and ride his face.
When one ends, another builds. He rumbles something that vibrates against my pussy and clamps down, sucking on my clit as the second wave hits.
My body melts into the mattress. Heath’s head is still between my legs and he places chaste kisses along the inside of my thighs and along my hips. I reach for him, pushing my hand under his sweats.
He’s not wearing any underwear which means I have easy access to wrap my fingers around his hard shaft. He hisses a breath and moves his hips. A slow pace that quickly turns into him fucking my hand, hips pumping fast. He growls out as his release fills the inside of his pants.
We lay shoulder to shoulder as we catch our breath.
“Shower with me?” he asks, brushing my hair away from my neck and kissing me there.
We pad down the hall to the bathroom quietly. He starts the shower while I stare at my wild hair in the vanity mirror.
He turns back and drops his pants. I’ll never get over seeing him naked. My throat closes and I just stare. He steps forward and kisses me then pulls the T-shirt I’m wearing over my head.
“You’re beautiful.”
I reach out and touch his once-again-hard dick. “You’re huge.” I swallow.
He chuckles. “Come on.”
He lets me get in the shower first and then follows and pulls the curtain.
I wash and condition my hair and then Heath covers the both of us in his body wash. It’s somehow fun and silly showering with him. He looks adorable with his hair matted down. His very hard penis keeps poking me, but he doesn’t make any move to do anything about it.
We dry off and get back to his room before I hear other people in the house starting to move around.
I sit on the bed and finger comb my wet hair while I watch Heath pull on a gray Coyotes hockey T-shirt. “What was it like when you got drafted?”
“It was cool.”
“Cool? That’s the best you’ve got?”
He flashes a sexy smirk. “Really cool?”
“I’m serious.”
“It was incredible and surreal. Easily one of the best days ever.”
“I’m jealous that you have it all figured out. I can’t even decide what classes I want to take next semester.”
“I think you’re missing the best part of college.”
“And that is?”
“Having fun and not thinking too hard about the future.”
I snort. “Says the guy who knows his future.”
“Maybe, but there’re no guarantees that when the time comes, I’ll play. A million things might happen between now and then to fuck it all up.”
I never considered that Heath would worry about his future when he has it mapped out. I don’t stress about life beyond college, only planning for it. I guess once you have it figured out, the only thing to worry about is how things might go wrong.
“You just got here. Give yourself time to just be and let life happen. You don’t need to have the next three years or beyond all planned out.
What fun would that be? Four months ago, I didn’t know you and now I do.
” He steps into my space and places his hands on the mattress on either side of me. “Not knowing can be exciting.”
A knock at the door is followed by Maverick’s voice. “Yo, Payne, let’s go.”
Heath brings his mouth to mine and kisses me softly.
“I think I’ll wait for you guys to leave,” I whisper.
“How are you going to get to the dorm?”
“I’ll walk.”
“No.”
“No?”
He finds his keys on top of his desk and tosses them to me and then kisses me one last time before he heads out.