Chapter Forty-Three
Ali held on to JT’s hand as she pulled her up the stairs in her house.
JT noticed there were the remnants of painting supplies scattered in the hallway but didn’t ask about them.
She was too focused on Ali’s ass as they walked up the stairs.
She found herself nervous the closer they got to Ali’s room.
Sex on the counter in the kitchen and on the hated beige couch felt a million years away.
It was different, less weighty than this walk to Ali’s room.
Ali’s bed. Ali’s space. They’d told everyone else they were just friends, but her mom had seen through it, Tommy knew and didn’t care, and now this—whatever was happening between them—wasn’t just a fling.
When they got to the door, JT paused. “Are you sure about this?”
Ali smiled. “Not chickening out, are you?”
JT shook her head but didn’t smile. “Ali, I’m serious.”
“JT, I want this. I want you. I’m not asking you to answer all the other stuff. I know there are obstacles, distance, a team that could be as far as the Midwest… But I don’t care. I’m not scared of that.”
JT tried to seem cool, but she was scared of all that.
She was scared that she loved a woman who lived in a place she never could.
She was scared that she’d already fallen for her and spent hours trying to figure out how they could possibly make it work when she would never ask Ali to leave Hart’s Landing and she couldn’t see how she could possibly live there without going insane.
Even after talking to her parents, she wasn’t one-hundred-percent sure she could convince the league to put her on the team in Boston after she’d made such a big deal about not being there.
“Stop overthinking it.” Ali cupped JT’s face in her hands.
“Ali, this is an impossible situation.” JT’s voice was urgent, pleading. She wanted Ali to tell her she was wrong, it wasn’t impossible.
“Shh,” Ali said. “It’s not impossible. All you have to do is follow me and let me take off every single thing you’re wearing.
” Ali grinned. Ali grabbed a handful of JT’s shirt in each hand and tugged her closer.
She raised herself on her tiptoes and gave JT the most mind-melting kiss of her entire life.
When she stepped away from JT and into her room, JT stood blinking for a moment. “Fuck,” JT said in a low voice. She followed Ali into the room, where Ali was busy turning on a set of twinkle lights around the window. They hung around the room, casting it in a dim light.
JT scanned the space. “So where are all your posters?”
Ali wrapped her arms around JT. “If you’re looking for embarrassing teenage stuff, it’s mostly at my mom’s house. But you’re right, this room needs some art on the walls.” She kissed along JT’s jaw and then down her neck until she reached the collar of JT’s flannel.
JT leaned her head back, allowing the feeling of Ali’s lips on her skin to completely overwhelm her. She let out a breath. “It looks nice in here.”
“It will be better when I get rid of this awful pink paint.” Ali ran her tongue up JT’s neck to her ear. “But I wanted to have it ready in case I got a chance to bring you back here.”
From anyone else it might seem presumptuous or even creepy, but JT liked that Ali had a plan and that she’d been thinking about bringing JT to her bedroom for long enough to get a dresser set up and her things put away.
JT kissed her, her lips opening and her tongue gently exploring Ali’s lips.
Ali responded immediately, one hand on JT’s ass and another in her hair.
She pulled them together, their thighs and hips pressing into each other.
JT cupped Ali’s face, letting her fingers wander through Ali’s hair while she kissed her harder and more urgently.
Ali reached between them to pull JT’s shirt up, exposing the skin of her stomach.
She traced her fingers over JT’s muscles, one by one in an excruciatingly slow line from JT’s bra to the top of her jeans.
JT’s nipples hardened and she could feel herself becoming impatient for more. Ali’s laugh filled JT’s mouth and JT’s gasp filled Ali’s when Ali reached her fingers inside the waistband of JT’s jeans and gave a tug.
“Can I please take these off?” Ali pleaded, her hands on the buckle of JT’s belt.
JT nodded and watched as Ali pulled off her belt and threw it to the side. Then she unbuttoned her fly and unzipped it to reveal JT’s underwear.
Ali smiled up at JT. “I fucking love these. Did you know that?” She pulled JT’s jeans down to the floor, leaving her standing with her boxer-brief-style underwear clinging to her legs. “Look at your thighs, Jesus Christ.”
JT stepped out of her jeans, kicking them to the side.
She pulled up her flannel with one hand and looked down at her legs.
She knew she was showing off, but she was proud of her muscles.
She’d worked her ass off for a long time for them and she was going to enjoy the look of absolute lust on Ali’s face.
“Oh yeah?”
Ali bit her plump, kiss-swollen bottom lip. “Hell yes.”
She grabbed the waistband and tugged JT closer. Her fingers lingered inside the band, whispering a touch across JT’s very sensitive skin. She’d been wet since they were at her parent’s house, and JT was sure her underwear were soaked at this point.
JT reached for Ali’s sweater and yanked it over her head, revealing a tank top. Ali’s nipples were completely visible through the thin fabric, and it made JT’s mouth water thinking about wrapping her lips around them.
She took no time getting her hands on Ali’s skin. She kissed down her neck toward her breasts, but Ali grabbed the side of her face.
“No way, lady.”
JT was confused.
“Slow down, I’m going to fuck you, don’t try to distract me with that mouth or those magic hands. I’m not falling for it.”
JT smiled. “Falling for what? Are you claiming me making you scream my name is a scam?”
Ali shook her head. “I will not be distracted by your filthy mouth.”
JT quirked an eyebrow. “Challenge accepted.” She leaned forward, brushing her lips against the shell of Ali’s ear. “I want to lick you until you beg me to stop.”
Ali shook her head, her breath a little shaky. “Nope, I will not get distracted. But I might assume you’re telling me exactly what you want me to do to you. So…get on the bed.”
JT stood in the center of the room trying to decide if she should give in to this woman, who she very much wanted to fuck her, or if she should make her work for it a little longer.
She grabbed Ali by her thighs, lifted her and plopped her onto the bed.
JT loved the surprised expression on Ali’s face when her back hit the soft comforter.
“Oh, you suck at doing what you’re told.” Ali couldn’t resist pushing up into JT hovering above her. “But that’s fine. I know how to keep control of a classroom. I think I can make you behave.”
JT rolled her hips forward and Ali’s rose to meet hers.
“Oh no, you can’t just use your sexy ass and your incredible thighs to make me forget what I’m doing.” Ali pushed up, rolling JT onto her back. Ali let her hips sink against JT’s as she held her face above JT’s. “Now, I’m not delusional enough to think I did that without your permission.”
JT grinned. “I like that you think I’m fighting you for control. I like you on top.” JT surged up to kiss Ali and was rewarded with Ali’s hips tipping forward into JT. “But why are you wearing so many fucking clothes?”
Ali laughed. “Because I’m afraid if I take my pants off, I’ll lose my focus.” She giggled and JT felt herself fall a little more for this perfect woman.
“Will you take your pants off if I promise to behave? I swear to god you can top me all night long, but I really want to feel your skin against me and not your rough-ass jeans.”
Ali licked her lips, and JT wanted nothing more than to suck Ali’s tongue, but she held back. If Ali wanted to be in control, JT would let her be, and she would enjoy every fucking second of it.
Women usually assumed that because JT was a little masculine and built like a hockey player, she wanted to be the boss everywhere. The truth was, there wasn’t much JT found sexier than a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to boss JT around a little.
Ali hopped off the bed long enough to slide her jeans and socks off. “I’m leaving these on because it’s too tempting otherwise.”
JT took an exaggerated look at Ali’s panties, which were lacy and gave her tiny peeks at the skin of her ass. JT let her head fall back against the bed. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Ali crawled up the bed until she had her legs around JT’s hips. She sat on JT’s thighs and bent over to run her tongue up the center of JT’s chest, higher and higher as she slowly unbuttoned JT’s shirt. She pushed it open and took in the sight of JT’s bra and her breasts spilling out of them.
“May I?”
JT nodded. “I told you, anything you want.”
Ali gave her a wicked grin. “That’s a dangerous offer.”
“I trust you.”