The First Score: A Best Friend's Brother Sports Romance
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“What day?” I took the bait, my face lost in all her hair.
“The first step to having you as my sister,” she murmured.
Damn her. I felt the familiar burn of tears again. All of this crying was going to kill me. A person shouldn’t cry this damn much.
She lay back against her pillows lower in the bed and turned her body so she could see me. “I’m so excited. This is such great news. So many good things are happening lately.”
I reached over and rubbed my nephew through her belly again, thinking that maybe someday I really would be his aunt. By law.
“Wow, it looks like a party in here!” Oliver said from the doorway of the bedroom.
“What are you doing here?” Scarlett and I asked at the same time.
He waltzed toward the bed and I noticed the grass stains on his jeans and white shirt. He looked a little sweaty, too. “Looking for Hazel. I went by her place, but her pops said she wasn’t there, but that didn’t stop him from putting me to work tilling his garden.” He grabbed all the snacks in his hands and threw himself between us on the bed, then laid the candy and donuts on his belly.
“Ew, Ollie. Get out! This is a testosterone free zone. And you’re sweaty and you stink!”
I didn’t think he stunk at all. I thought he smelled like fresh cut grass and soil and Winnie, and I could have licked him all over.
“Ah, my girls.” He completely ignored Scarlett and swung each arm around us and pulled us down with him.
Scarlett pinched his side and said, “Gross,” but she didn’t move from her spot on his shoulder. She loved her brother so much. They were sweet and it made me smile.
“What were you looking for me for?” I asked, trying to see his face from the position I was in, but I was just getting a lot of shoulder and chin.
“I wanted to ask you out on a date,” he announced to us.
I was half-excited and half-embarrassed. I couldn’t believe he was asking me in front of Scar.
“So will you go on a date with me tomorrow evening after you get off work, Hazel?” He leaned down so I could see his face.
Scarlett was right. There were a lot of good things happening right now and I wanted to grab my piece of happiness quick. “Yes,” I said, my cheeks heating.
“Good, I’ll pick you up around seven.” And then he placed a kiss on the top of my head.
I buried my face in his neck, trying to hide my face. But it didn’t matter, Scarlett was plenty ready to further my embarrassment.
“Hashtag Hollieeeeeee!” she yelled into the room.
“Who’s Hollie?” Oliver asked, and Scarlett and I fell out laughing.
I ran a hand through my hair and looked down at the flowers in my other. I knocked on Hazel’s door and nervously shifted from my right foot to my left. I’d stood on this porch countless times over the years and never had I felt like this. I was so nervous. I wanted everything to be perfect tonight. It was what Hazel deserved.
Pops answered the door and tonight he didn’t greet me with his usual smile. He just stood there and didn’t say anything at all.
“Hey, Mr. Price. I’m here to pick up Hazel.”
“Mmmhmm,” he said and moved out of the way and threw his hand out in a come in gesture.
I walked in feeling even more nervous because Pops was acting like I was some random guy he didn’t know come to steal his granddaughter away.
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall next to the door and I looked around the living room awkwardly.
“What’s your intentions with my granddaughter?”
What. The. Hell? I blinked a couple of times, not understanding what in the world was going on.
Pops’s head tilted back and a huge guffaw of laughter escaped. “I’m just messing, Oliver.”
I placed my hand on my chest. Jesus fucking Christ. This man. He was going to give me a heart attack.
I was relieved to see Hazel make an entrance into the room and not just because she looked stunning. I was worried about what her pops was going to do next.
My eyes scanned her from the top to the bottom. Her long, brown hair that was almost to her waist was down and beautifully straight and shiny. She didn’t have any makeup on. She was fresh faced just like I liked her, but she did have a smidge of lip gloss coating her perfectly shaped lips. But what really did me in was that she was wearing a tight black tank top instead of her usual sweatshirt. My eyes raked down the length of her naked arms, past the barely there scars of her childhood to my charm bracelet at her wrist.
I felt my nose burn with an emotion that felt so much bigger than love. It was that and so much more. I was so damn proud of her. Every moment with Hazel lately was like watching the most gorgeous and precious flower in the world bloom right before my eyes.
“You’re taking my breath away,” I choked out, trying not to cry like a damn baby. And she had. Her walking into the room felt like a sucker punch right to my gut. She was simply magnificent.
Every minute I’d spent waiting for Hazel had been worth it. I would’ve waited a thousand times over to experience this one amazing blip in time again.
I stepped forward and kissed the apple of her cheek. “I got you flowers.” I handed them to her.
Hazel wasn’t a girly girl by any stretch of the imagination, but I didn’t think there was a woman in the world who didn’t like flowers from the man who loved them.
She smelled them and with pink cheeks said, “Thank you.”
“Will you put these in some water for me, Pops?” she asked sweetly.
He took them from her. “Of course. Now what time will y’all be home?”
Hazel’s eyes danced at me from across the room. She was obviously leaving this up to me and I had absolutely no intention of bringing her home tonight.
Scratching the back of my head, I looked at the floor when I answered. “I’m not sure yet, Mr. Price. We will let you know.”
“Oh, I see,” Pops said, reaching into his pocket with his free hand. “Well, I want you kids to be safe.”
Whoa. I looked at Hazel, whose face looked just as alarmed as I felt. It felt like it happened in slow motion as Pops pulled out a long strip of condoms that just seemed to go on and on forever and ever like he was a magician pulling a never ending scarf out of his pocket.
Hazel rushed across the room and grabbed my arm and ran toward the door with me in tow. She stopped long enough to grab her purse from a table near the front door and flung it open. “Bye, Pops. We gotta go!”
We ran out the door and jumped in my car as fast as we could, but we didn’t miss Pops yelling out the front door. “Be safe! I’m not ready to be a great-grandfather!”
As I pulled out of the drive, Hazel buried her face in her hands and I laughed.
“I can’t believe this is my life sometimes,” she mumbled into her palms.
I patted her back. “At least he keeps things interesting.”
“That he does,” she said, finally sitting up and fastening her seat belt. “Where are we going, Winnie?”
“It’s a surprise.” I grinned at her from my seat.
The ride to the next town over took thirty minutes that seemed like three hours. I couldn’t stop looking at her.
So, while she talked about Hadrian’s Wall and the bugs she needed to work out and things she wanted to add to the game, my eyes ate her up.
When we finally pulled into Boxcarr Bar, Hazel seemed confused. “You’re taking me to a bar?” She laughed. “Don’t you remember the last time I got drunk?”
I got out of the car and walked around, opening her door for her. “This isn’t an ordinary bar.”
I closed the car door and slipped my hand into hers. It wasn’t the first time I’d held Hazel’s hand, but it sure felt like it. My heart skipped a beat at the press of her palm to mine.
I was in so deep. I was beyond in love with her. I couldn’t put into words what finally being with her felt like. It was almost too much.
I smiled huge. I’d known she’d love this place. It was full of video games. They had console games, pinball machines, modern arcade games, but best of all classic arcade games.
Hazel immediately ran to one. “Oh my God, look at this Pac-Man machine, Winnie. It has to be older than us.”
I loved how excited she was. “Let me grab us some tokens.”
I scored us a few beers and plenty of tokens. We gorged ourselves on nachos and more beers and we played old video games for hours.
Well, Hazel did. And I stood behind her and rubbed the expanse of naked shoulders and arms. I kissed the side of her neck. I nipped at her nape. I touched her silky hair and inhaled her vanilla scent. I couldn’t keep my hands off her and she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, while she played pinball I pressed the front of my body close to the back of hers and leaned around, placing my hands over hers on the buttons. My cock instantly hardened at the contact and I could hear the catch of her breath as she pushed back into me. I closed my eyes and pressed harder into her and she gave me a little moan.
With an aching cock, I leaned down and pulled the lobe of her ear between my teeth. “I think it’s time to go,” I whispered into the shell of her ear.
She grabbed my hand and practically ran for the door. We got to the car in record time and pulled into traffic.
The car ride was strangely quiet, the only sounds being Hazel fidgeting in her seat. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, which was a terrible distraction because all I could think about were those legs around my shoulders. She looked thoughtful while she did all this moving around that was driving me crazy.
By the time we hit the interstate, she seemed to have come to some sort of conclusion and had calmed.
A second later her small hand landed on my thigh and I turned to look at her quickly. Her eyes were inquisitive as her hand moved up an inch. I stared at the road before looking at her again. This time she bit her lip and inched her hand up even more, dangerously close to my still hard dick.
I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. The only person who had ever touched my cock was me. A bead of sweat formed on my brow and I cranked the AC up to full blast as the tips of her fingers brushed the head.
“Is this okay?” she asked, running the tip of one pointer finger around it.
My face was hot when I glanced her way. And she looked fucking delicious. Her eyes practically devoured me. “Yeah,” I almost groaned out, trying not to close my eyes.
I went back to looking at the road and she moved over closer to me, only the console separating us. She moved her hand away from my cock and placed it on top of mine on the gearshift.
“You’re so gorgeous, Winnie. You always have been,” she whispered into the dark car. She squeezed my hand before rubbing it all the way up my arm and right into the arm of my black T-shirt. “All of these big muscles. I can’t wait to feel them all.”
And if I thought I was hard before, I was fucking wrong. I throbbed beneath the fly of my jeans. My entire body was pulsing with want.
Her hand let go of my arm and slid down to the waistband of my jeans and my dick literally hopped in encouragement, but she didn’t go that way. No, she slid her hand under my shirt and up over my abs, taking her time learning every dip and valley before rubbing across my pecs and pausing at my nipples to give them a little pinch that nearly had me coming out of my seat.
“Fuck.” I held the steering wheel tight and tried to pay attention to the road, making sure not to pass our exit. I had to get us home now.
“You feel so good,” she purred, dipping her hand low again and popping the button on my jeans.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, knowing she was going to touch me skin to skin. Her soft palm against the hardness of me. I wanted it more than anything. I thrust my pelvis up, begging for it, and moaned as she slid her hand inside.
She slipped her small hand right into my underwear and slowly over the length of me, taking her time, fucking torturing me.
“Jesus, you’re huge,” she husked and I did my best not to rock into her hand until I came inside of my underwear.
I wasn’t going to do that. I was going to take her home and come inside of her. She was going to come with me when I came, I vowed to myself.
I made the turn off the interstate, thankful we weren’t far off when her hand encircled the base of my cock hard and pumped.
I threw my head back but kept my eyes on the road.
“I think about that night all the time, Oliver. You coming all over your hand. It was so sexy.”
She moved her hand up and down slowly but holding me tightly just how I liked and I couldn’t stop myself from fucking it. I wanted to see it, her bronzed hand jerking the length of me. The image itself was almost too much to handle.
When I spotted my apartment complex, I wanted to shout with victory. Instead, I pulled into the parking space quick as hell and even though it pained me, I pulled Hazel’s hand out of my pants and ran around the back of the car. I slid my keys into my back pocket and opened her door.
I grabbed her under her arms and she squealed as I lifted her out of the car and kissed the shit out of her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I slammed the car door closed with a foot and walked us quickly to my apartment door, kissing every bit of skin I could get my mouth on, the whole way.
“Oh, Winnie,” she groaned, rocking her hips against me as I bit at her collarbone.
I leaned her against the door as I unlocked it and she licked the side of my neck all the way to my ear. “I want you inside of me.”
She wasn’t asking. She was demanding. I pushed open the door and closed it behind us and walked us quickly to the bedroom while she nibbled my jaw and nipped at my lips.
And when I finally laid her on my bed, I did exactly as I promised her in the kitchen the day I’d told her I loved her. I slid her tank top and bra from her shoulders and pulled her nipples into my mouth, sucking hard before licking them better. Her skin pebbled around them and I made sure to lick there, too.
I kissed the bracelet at her wrist before slowly moving up her arm. Kissing every scar, every freckle.
And when I couldn’t stand it a second longer, I pulled her pants and underwear down quickly and spread her legs, kneeling between them.
She was so pink and pretty, and I did what I had been dreaming of since I was sixteen years old. I put my mouth on her, giving her a long, slow lick, tasting every bit of her essence. I put in the work. I’d done my research and I found the little nub right at the top of her pinkness and I sucked it into my mouth until she nearly came off the bed.
“Fuck, Oliver!” she shouted into the quiet room and I kept on. Eating and sucking and licking until she was practically riding my face, her thighs pressed to my cheeks and trembling. But I couldn’t let her come.
I needed for her to come with me. So I pulled her thighs from my face, giving each one a bite that made her grunt.
And then I leaned up and pulled my shirt over my head and shimmied my way out of my jeans and underwear as fast as I could.
When I was finally naked as the day I was born, I settled between her thighs and pulled her bottom lip into my mouth. “I’m going to make love to you now,” I said against her open mouth before dipping my tongue inside.
“Please,” she whispered, her hands sliding down my back and grabbing the ass she so loved.
I leaned over to the right and grabbed a condom out of my bedside table. I sat up on my knees between her thighs and spread her legs again. I placed the condom packet between my lips and ran my hands from her knees down to the apex of her thighs slowly, just having to touch her one more time.
I fingered the nub there a little and her head flew back, her back arching beautifully, displaying those gorgeous full breasts that I constantly wanted my mouth on. Her hands found the bars of the headboard and s
he held on while I traced down from her clit to her hole. I played there with my finger, learning her body, a woman’s body, before pushing in a little. And then more. Until my finger disappeared inside her.
I may have never been with a woman before, but I was ready for Hazel. I’d done my research. I was going to make sure to give her pleasure while I took mine.Pumping my finger in and out of her, I watched her breasts bounce and stomach contract as she rocked against it.
“I want you, Winnie. I need you inside of me, now,” she groaned, her hair wild around her head, white-knuckling the headboard.
I slipped my finger free and licked every bit of her off it before ripping the condom packet with my teeth and sliding it on.
I held my cock in my hand as I pressed into her and I watched as her wet heat took every bit of me.
It wasn’t what I expected. It was so much more. She was so tight. So hot, so slick around me that I paused as I filled her up. I was inside of her. I was inside the woman I’d loved almost my entire life and it felt like fucking heaven. I didn’t understand how anything could feel this good.
Grabbing her knees, I pulled out all the way and pushed back in slowly. I wanted to feel every bit of her and I was going to take my damn time doing it. I’d waited so long. Sweat peppered my forehead as I pulled back out, determined to make this last.
“You feel so good, baby. You’re so tight and hot and wet. And you’re so pretty here. I wish you could see it like I am,” I whispered, watching her take me over and over slowly.
“Oh, God,” Hazel groaned. “I need to come.”
I pushed her knees farther apart and let them go. I rocked into her again and using my thumb I rubbed her clit hard. “Is this good? Do you like that?”
“Yes, yes, yes, just like that. Make me come,” she begged.
I picked up speed and she rocked up to meet me. I could feel the familiar tingling that told me I was going to come soon when Hazel shouted, “I’m going to come. Oh, fuck. I’m going to come so hard!”
Leaving my thumb on her clit, I leaned forward into her and kissed the side of her neck and up her jaw. “I love you, Hazel,” I said as she came all around me and what an exquisite thing it was. Her tight and clenching and pulsing around my cock until I finally saw stars and probably planets and maybe even the moon as I came inside of her.