Completion (Cambria University Series Book 3)

by Sadie T. Williams

  “I’m sorry you felt that way, but you’re not Rowen. You’ve never been like him.”

  I nod, if she only knew I’m not even his. I’m just not ready to admit that to her yet. “But it didn’t stop me from feeling that way.”

  “Did you know I was still in Minnesota when you moved here?” she asks.

  “I did, but I wasn’t proud of what I became. I couldn’t face you like that. Even though I achieved a lot of my goals, you were still out my reach. For all I knew that douchebag was still your fiancé and that ice cube was still on your finger, making mine feel insignificant.”

  She twirls my infinity ring around her finger.

  “This ring fits me better than that other one,” she says with a smile and presses her tits against my chest. “I’ve never been a materialistic person, which is exactly what Chipper was. We didn’t fit. We,” she shimmies against me and her nipples pucker as they rub against my chest, “fit.”

  She rolls over and slips off the bed. “I suppose I should get going. It’s getting late.”

  “You could just stay here if you want to,” I offer with too much hope in my voice.

  “I can’t. If we’re leaving tomorrow I need to call Anthony to tell him I won’t be at work for a couple days and, oh hey!” She cuts herself off from her own thoughts. “I can rehab you while we’re back home.”

  Home. I don’t have a home, but I nod anyway.

  “That’s a great idea.”

  “Then you won’t fall behind. I bet Coach Greene would let us into the pool and the weight room if you asked him. I can do a lot with you there.”

  I can do a lot with you if you stayed here.

  My dick is semi-hard again watching Stanzy’s naked body move around my room gathering her clothes, and twitches in agreement that she should stay with me. She doesn’t ignore it. Instead she looks right at it and I make him twitch again.

  “Stop that,” she commands without an ounce of sincerity in her voice.

  “What?” I do it again, making him harder with each movement.

  “That,” she says and motions toward my crotch.

  “This?” I do it again.

  “Yes!”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’ll never leave if you and him keep looking at me like that.”

  “Good,” I say in a deep growl as I move toward where she is standing at the end of the bed.

  Grabbing her, I fall backwards, pulling her on top of me. “I’m not done.”

  “Oh, Jess…”

  And with that we go again and again and again until the morning light creeps through my windows.

  Chapter 26: Stanzy

  I do the walk of shame back into my condo around five in the morning. What am I going to tell Staley?

  I ever so quietly close the door, but as soon as it clicks I feel Staley standing behind me.

  Turning around, she’s standing in the living room, arms crossed, toe tapping expectantly.

  Fuck.

  “That was some reunion, huh?” she snaps and her glare cuts right through me. She’s twinning me right now and she knows what I did last night. Stupid twinstincts.

  “Uh, yeah. He was pretty down about the whole thing so we watched a couple of our favorite movies and ate some wings, like old times.” And we had sex four times and I had six orgasms between his dick and his tongue, but who’s counting.

  “Right.”

  “We’re leaving today for Peachberry. He bought us tickets to fly together.”

  *Ding*

  Staley and I receive text notifications at the same time. I fish my phone out of my coat pocket that I haven’t had a chance to take off yet. It’s from Mary Lou.

  Mary Lou: “You slept with Rhodes didn’t you? You little whorebag. Why didn’t you tell me you were going to see him?”

  I glare at Staley. “You fucking told her already?”

  “Duh. You deserve it.”

  Staley: “Because she didn’t want to tell us they’re fucking again. She just got home from ‘consoling’ him all night.”

  I glare at Staley as her text comes through.

  “Knock it off. I’ll tell you all about it.” I lie. I have no intention of telling them anything until I can sort through what all of this means.

  Mary Lou: “I knew it!!!!! I knew he’d weasel his way back in.”

  “First, don’t call me a whorebag. I’ll tell you everything when I see you in PBP. Staley and I are leaving today. When do you get in?”

  Mary Lou: “Stop changing the subject. I leave today too. I get in at 6.”

  “We leave at 9 so we have to get packed and head out soon. I will talk to you when we get there. It’s not what you think.”

  Or, it’s exactly what you think.

  “Stop looking at me like that,” I snap at Staley. “We need to pack.”

  “Stanz, he fucking crushed your world. I just don’t want you hurt like that again. Ever.”

  Staley is right to be nervous. I was a wreck. I cried, like can’t catch my breath heave cried, for weeks after he left. I was a shell for a long and I didn’t let anyone in. Until Chipper. But one night alone with Jess and I jump straight back into his bed.

  But Staley was also Jessup’s biggest fan back in the day. She prayed we’d end up together.

  So, I just to need convince her, and myself, it’s not going to end the way it did last time.

  “I know. It will be fine. He’s changed.”

  “Yeah, changed into a man-whore who can’t keep his dick in his pants.”

  Her words, although not completely untrue, are less true now than they were before I went over to his house. He hasn’t been dating and fucking models like is blasted all over the press and social media. That gives me a sense of peace, but I know he’s had sex with other girls, I just don’t think it’s quite as bad as his image projects.

  Kind of like high school when girls would lie about him and he just didn’t refute the rumors. That is Jessup’s M.O. He just lets it ride.

  For the rest of the morning all I can think about while showering and packing is Jessup. My lady parts of devilishly sore and my body feels so alive and refreshed even though I haven’t slept. I didn’t realize it was so drastic, but Jessup breathes life into me and it’s definitely what I’ve been missing.

  Staley and I arrive at the Minneapolis-St. Paul airport, or MSP as it is known around here, a few hours later in an Uber. We didn’t want to pay for parking because it is insanely expensive.

  As we’re hauling our suitcases out of the driver’s trunk, a strong hand clasps my shoulder and deep voice says, “I got it.”

  I turn around to find Jessup standing behind us.

  Fuck me running. White collared shirt with top button undone, navy blue suit, no tie, and brown Oxford shoes. Black diamond stud earrings reflecting off the light and the gold chain peeking out through his collar looks like perfection against his skin and his white shirt. His eyes are the color of milk chocolate in this light and his thick black lashes are waving at me with every blink.

  No jacket or hat or gloves, just being all manly, braving the cold Minnesota winter. Why does that turn me on?

  “Can I take this?” he asks, my hand still on my suitcase when my brain shorted out.

  “Um, yes, thanks.”

  “You know we’re only there for three days,” he says with a laugh when he hauls my unnecessarily large suitcase out of the trunk of the Nissan Altima we arrived in.

  I glance at Staley who is at fault for my oversized suitcase. She convinced me I need more outfits in case Jessup asks me on date while we’re home. She went from Elsa, completely freezing him out, to Anna, falling in love over sandwiches, in ten minutes after I told her the truth about what happened last night.

  Staley is staring at Jessup like every other woman who walks by. That look of Daaaaaaaaaaaamn across their faces doesn’t go unnoticed.

  I look down at myself, knowing that underneath this big black coat is a cream knit sweater, dark skinny j
eans and my black ankle boots with the fur fleece lining. My hair? Oh yeah, I didn’t brush it. I just threw it into a messy bun because I’m tired from the fuck-fest last night. I look disheveled standing next to this guy.

  After going through the whole process from TSA to boarding, we’re finally settled into our seats – in first class of course. I didn’t expect Jessup to pay for first-class tickets, but this is fucking awesome. I’ve never flown first-class before.

  Jessup, Staley and I are all in one row. I’m sandwiched between them with Staley by the window and Jess on the aisle.

  “Can I get you anything to drink before takeoff?” a bubbly flight attendant asks. I think she’s asking all of us, but her attention is just focused on the man to my right.

  “I’ll have a mimosa, please,” Staley orders.

  I shoot her a look.

  “What? I want enjoy this while I can.”

  Her response causes Jessup to chuckle.

  “Coffee, please. Two sugars and extra cream,” he orders.

  “I’ll have coffee, please. Black.”

  She nods and retreats to her station at the front of the plane.

  “You didn’t need to spend so much money on us. Coach would have been fine.”

  “Like hell!” Staley practically shouts.

  “Shh!” I scold her.

  “Do you want to know what his contract is worth?”

  “Staley Mae Sutton! That’s rude and none of our business.”

  “It’s public information,” she says with a shrug. “He got a fifteen million dollar signing bonus and makes six million a year. Do the math, Stanz. His contract is worth thirty million dollars without his bonus. I’m having a mimosa.”

  I swat her arm.

  “Ow!”

  “Stop it.”

  Jessup remains silent, but he’s trying to hide a smile. He’s never been one to brag.

  “That is until his contract is up and he’ll need to renegotiate, get traded or become a free agent.”

  “Really? You could leave?”

  I guess I didn’t think about that. Jessup has been a Viking for three years already and he signed an initial five year contract. So after next season he will need to renegotiate, but the Vikings could always trade him especially now that he’s hurt.

  “As long as my rehab goes well they won’t trade me,” he says calmly, ignoring Staley comments about his salary. “No pressure.” He nudges me with his shoulder and flashes me a panty melting smile.

  “She’s the best, Jess. You’re in good hands,” Staley says as the flight attendant returns with our drinks.

  “I know,” he replies and grabs my hand, interlocking our fingers.

  I take a sip of my coffee which will be my lifeline for today since I didn’t sleep at all, but the smile spreading across my face can’t be stopped. This feels so good, right.

  The rest of the flight is filled with small talk about what Staley has been up to and Jessup telling us all about his rise to fame in the NFL. Well, not really, but he tells us about his team and what the guys are like. Staley has a huge thing for Trey Kopp, the quarterback, so she asks an insane amount of questions about him.

  We finally land in Atlanta and retrieve our bags from the baggage carousel.

  “So, you’re staying with your folks?” Jessup asks for the hundredth time.

  I nod and chuckle at his persistence. I wouldn’t mind staying in a hotel with him, but we don’t see our parents very often. “Yeah, we don’t get back much so when we do they want us to stay there.”

  “Same bedrooms?”

  “Yup, they literally changed nothing.”

  I wonder if knowing that our two loving parents, who adore their children so much, left two rooms in their house completely untouched just so their daughters felt at home when they visited, makes Jessup feel bad.

  “You really haven’t been home since that night?” I ask as we walk through the airport toward the pickup line where our Uber will be in a few minutes.

  He shakes his head.

  “Oh Jess,” I squeak as I fight back the sting of tears. I wrap my arms around his waist and squeeze. He holds me with his free arm that isn’t pulling my suitcase, his bag slung over his shoulder.

  I thought maybe he was exaggerating. But he really didn’t even get to say goodbye to his mother.

  “I knew what would happen when I decided to go to Cambria, but there are some other things from that night that I need to tell you.”

  As soon as we exit the airport we are swarmed. People are buzzing, cameras are clicking and flashing with their users shouting questions. I sometimes forget that Jessup is famous.

  “Rhodes, how’s the knee?”

  “Rhodes, is this your girlfriend?”

  “Rhodes, are you dating twins?”

  “Rhodes, how did your mama die?”

  “Rhodes, are you close to your family? Why weren’t they at the draft three years ago?”

  Not soon enough a Cadillac Escalade SUV pulls up to the curb.

  “Oh this has to be us!” Staley squeals and claps her hands together, oblivious to what is happening around us with her earbuds in, she climbs excitedly inside.

  “The funeral is tomorrow, but before we go back to Minnesota can we have dinner? Just me and you? I really need a chance to tell you the whole story once my head is clear from all of this,” he says ignoring the onslaught of questions and photographs.

  “Of course.”

  Then unexpectedly, Jessup’s lips meet mine and the buzz fades. All I can feel is him and all I can hear is my racing heart.

  After he breaks our kiss he smiles and gestures toward the open car door. “Ladies, first.”

  I smile, climb over the middle bench seat and sit in the third row, removing my coat so I don’t get too hot back here on the drive. Jessup struggles with his bulky frame to climb into the third row, but makes it after a minute.

  “I climbed back here so you could sit in that seat by Staley,” I motion toward the bench seat in front of us where my sister is sitting, bopping her along to some music. “That’s much more comfortable for you, you goof.”

  “You think I’m spending forty-five minutes in a car not sitting next to you? Especially since you’re not coming to my hotel room?” he asks and interlocks our fingers. “No fucking chance.”

  I smile, but I feel sort of bad. His knees are squished against the seat in front of him.

  “I’m just going to make myself comfy,” he says, twisting his body so he’s lying on the bench seat, feet against the window and his head in my lap. “Breathtaking,” he whispers as he snakes his hand up inside my sweater, stretches it out and covers his face with it. I can feel his hot breath on my stomach and then, oh God, he sucks my nipple into his mouth through my bra. Just like that first night we had sex.

  I can feel his smile on my skin as he continues playing with my breasts and my body as we start our drive to Peachberry Park. I’m wet almost instantly. So fucking wet and the tingling sensation between my legs is almost unbearable. I want him inside of me and I want it now.

  “Jess,” I whisper, “you need to stop.”

  He peeks his head out from under my sweater. “Why?”

  “Cuz I can’t control myself right now and,” I pause, feeling my cheeks flush, “you’re making me so wet.”

  His root beer eyes shine with pride, but there’s also something devious brewing in them.

  “Shh,” he says and holds his index finger up to his lips.

  “What are you doing?” I check Staley who is still bopping along to something on Spotify, earbuds firmly in place, watching the scenery. The driver is focused on the road.

  “If this is the only opportunity I’m going to get to make you come on this trip, then so be it.”

  Shit, I should have gone to his hotel. I don’t know what he has planned, but the excitement from being in public and what he’s about to do to my body has my entire being heightened.

  Jessup shoots me a devilish grin and
slips back under my sweater. Sliding my bra up to the collarbone, my breasts spring free and he immediately sucks one nipple into his warm mouth while he’s takes the other between his fingers and twists. The combination of pain and pleasure shoots through my body, warming me from the inside out.

  I start grinding on the seat because the tension building in my pussy is too much to handle right. I need a release.

  Apparently sensing my eagerness, Jessup slides out from under my sweater, and sits up next to me.

  What the fuck? I shoot him a glare. Was he teasing me this whole time?

  “Stay quiet, baby,” he says as he unbuckles his belt and slides his pants and boxers down just enough to let his cock breathe.

  I lick my lips and stare at the long, thick shaft with the perfect head staring at me. I want to suck it.

  I lean down to begin, but Jessup stops me. “No,” he says calmly.

  “No?” I question with a raised eyebrow. “Then why is your dick out?”

  Before I can process what’s happening, Jess has me on his lap. Buttoning my jeans he swiftly slides them down my thighs.

  Oh, my fucking God. I’m really about to have sex in an Uber.

  The thrill of this voyeuristic experience is setting me on fire. The idea that Staley or the driver could turn around any second is adding a whole new level of adventure and excitement.

  “Stay quiet. I know you like to scream my name, but don’t do it right now.” I can feel his smile against my neck as he says those words.

  Jessup raises me up, positions himself under me, and slides me onto his cock. Lower half hidden by the seat in front of us, it hopefully looks like I’m just innocently sitting on his lap.

  “Try to stay still,” he orders.

  I nod.

  Slowly Jess starts grinding his hips and with my legs closed around him his movements are magnified and so deep. Each thrust, even though slow, hits a place inside of me that sends shocks waves through my body. It doesn’t take long before Jessup’s movements quicken and my body responds with a pussy and abs clenching orgasm that reaches from my toes to fingers. I lean my head back against his shoulder and bite my lip, hard, to prevent myself from screaming. A small moan still escapes, but I don’t fucking care right now. This orgasm is a high and I’m addicted.