Offside (Pro-U Book 2)

by Ali Parker

  Yeah, some random chick.

  "Thank you for your help tonight." I sighed and turned to find him watching me. "And this morning. I'm going to have to start paying you if you keep showing up to save me."

  "No, you're not." He moved around me, brushing his shoulder by mine. "You take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor."

  "No. We can share the bed. It's huge. Just stay on your side of it." I walked to the large window at the end of the room and pulled the curtains back. The backyard was full of people too. "Must be weird to live in the middle of a party all the time."

  "Stop being nervous. Take off your shoes and get comfortable." I did, and he did too before wrapping his arms around me from behind and pressing his chin softly to the top of my head. "I'm not going to try anything."

  "Part of me wants you to." I closed my eyes. "I haven't stopped thinking about that night we had. It's so stupid and I feel like such an idiot for hanging on to it, but-"

  He moved back and turned me to face him as his eyes moved across my face. "It was the best night of my life."

  "You're so full of it." I reached out and ran my hand over the thick muscles under his shirt. "I'm sorry for pretending like it didn't matter."

  He trapped my hand over his chest and rubbed my fingers softly. "My mom was my whole world when I was growing up. She was all I had for a long time after my dad just decided to up and leave one day. There wasn't even a note waiting there for us."

  "Jacob," I whispered as my lust bled into sorrow. "You don't have to-"

  "Hush." He leaned down and kissed me softly a few times.

  Fuck me if I didn't lean into the kiss and moan against his lips. I wasn't going to last the night in his room and walk out untouched in the morning. I could lie all I wanted to about not wanting to feel him deep inside of me, but the truth would soon come out. To me and to him.

  "My stepdad was such a good guy. A funny, real, wholesome sort of guy. He taught me how to toss a pizza in our shitty little kitchen when I was ten, and man, you would have thought I knew how to do quantum physics. I told all of my friends and showed them when we could afford to." He moved back and took a shaky breath. "The night my mom left, we'd been driving around, looking at Christmas lights. Just me and my dad because Mom had something else to do. We didn't know that something had a name - Charles."

  I slid my arms around his waist, giving up on trying to hold back. If he was going to open up to me, I wasn't going to pretend that his pain didn't matter. It did. Almost more than my own.

  "He was a good friend of my dad's, which shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. I don't think I'd ever had an experience before where a friend stuck a knife in my back, but to watch my dad go through it." He shrugged and ran his fingers through my hair. "She left with Charles that night while my dad begged her to stay. I've never cried so hard in my fucking life. I kept thinking surely she was going to come back, you know? I mean, yeah she messed up, but I was her son. I didn't have anyone but her. But she never did."

  "You haven't seen her since?" I pressed myself to the front of him, reveling in how good his warmth felt. Sexy didn't begin to cover how good he looked. Now wasn't the time, but my body had a different agenda than my mind.

  "No. I'm glad too, but I think it really skewed the way I see women. They all want something from me, namely my dick. I think you're the only one that's ever really made love to me, you know?"

  "Have you not had a girlfriend?"

  "No. Never." He shook his head and laughed as if embarrassed. "I was too scared to have my heart torn out again. I didn't think I would survive it. Unlike me though, my dad's pretty resilient. He's loved and lost five or six times since then. He just had his last girlfriend walk on him after cheating."

  "I'm so sorry."

  "Don't be. I'm just spilling my guts because it seems like a safe place to do it, and the last thing I want you to think is that I'm the asshole everyone thinks I am. Don't get me wrong, I am an asshole, but it's just a protection thing. I-"

  He was blabbering, which wasn't at all his style.

  I lifted to my toes and brushed my lips by his, closing my eyes and breathing in deeply to experience all of him. "Hush."

  His fingers felt good pressing into my lower back, his arms strong as they held me.

  I licked at his mouth and studied the deep need in his eyes before locking my arms around his neck and sliding my nose past his.

  "I don't have much control, Em. Stop teasing me if you don't want me buried deep between your thighs tonight. My good boy act only holds up under a certain amount of pressure."

  "I want you to." I kissed him a few more times as he flattened his palm against my back, his fingers gripping the top of my ass tightly.

  "You want what? Tell me and it's yours."

  I swallowed hard as every emotion possible rolled through me. I brushed my nose by his before whispering my need against his perfect lips.

  "Consume me?"

  A yelp left me as he turned us and lowered me to the bed behind me before crawling on top of me and pressing his lips to my ear.

  "Don't you think for one fucking minute that I'm going to give myself over to you and watch you walk away again tomorrow like you did three years ago. I need you now like I needed you then. Don't fuck me over."

  His words bore down deep inside of me as I opened my legs and wrapped them tightly around him.

  "Just don't hurt me," I whispered and lifted my hips as he ground against me, pressing the hardness of his erection against the softness of my sex.

  "Hold on tight, sweet girl. Tonight's all about you." He moved down and pressed his lips over my nipple, tugging softly as he squeezed my thighs and moved back.

  I moaned again and reached for him as he swatted my hands away. He worked on my pants, pulling them and my panties off before I could reach down to help him.

  "Leave my t-shirt on." I reached for him as he shook his head.

  "No. I want all of you, Em. I need to see you bared to me. You know I'm already sold out for you. Don't deny me tonight." He pulled me up and tugged my t-shirt over my head before crawling up on the bed and kissing me a few more times.

  "Come up here and ride my face." He licked at my mouth as I jerked back.

  "No. I can't do that." I moved to my knees as the desire to bolt raced through me.

  "Yeah, you can. Take your bra off and let me make you feel good." He pulled his shirt over his head and lay back, reaching for me as his tongue darted out to lick at the side of his mouth. I wanted to let loose and give myself over to the passion, over to him, but fear held me back.

  He gripped my hand tightly and pulled, forcing me to crawl up his chest. I sat down on his upper stomach and reached back to undo my bra as he groaned and palmed at my breasts softly.

  "Come here, baby." He ran his hands down my side, gripping my hips and pulling me up farther. I complied and moved to press my knees on either side of his head as I began to tremble.

  "I'm sorry," I whispered and glanced toward the window. "I can't do this with you."

  I wanted him so fucking bad, but I knew that giving him access to my body would open up the parts of me that wanted more than another night beneath him. There was no way that one more night would ever be enough. Not with him.

  "You already are." He gripped the tops of my legs and pulled me down. His wet tongue danced across my sensitive skin, leaving me weak and needy.

  "Grip the headboard and work me." He slid his hands up my body to cup my breasts as his thumbs flicked across the sensitive skin. The fast flicking of his tongue had me panting within minutes, wanting more. So much more.

  I gripped the wooden headboard in front of me and cried out before rolling my hips. I lost myself in the delicious truth that the baddest boy on the whole damn campus was trapped to the bed beneath me. A groan ripped out of me as he moved one hand down to rest on my ass, squeezing it tight and using his hold to work me against his face until the world exploded and warmth engulfed me.

  Chapt
er 18

  Jacob

  I knew I was beyond trouble when I let her sit on my chest. Her flawless skin and beautiful breasts stole my breath long before the sweet taste of her pussy hit my tongue. I wanted her to let go and use me however she needed to. I drank her down and felt greedy for more. I'd never taken the time to taste a woman. Something about it seemed too intimate, too wrong for a one-night stand, but it was addictive.

  She sat back on my chest and panted softly, leaving her large breasts hanging just above my face as she gripped the headboard and closed her eyes.

  "So good. So fucking good."

  "Yeah you were." I kissed her nipples a few times before pulling her down and trapping her to the front of me.

  "I don't have condoms," she groaned against the side of my neck as I rolled us and ground against her. My damn jeans were in the way, but it was probably for the better. We didn't need to take things too far this first night. It would be better to ease into whatever was happening between us. Besides, I didn't want a repeat of last time, which meant denial was my best course of action.

  "I'm good tonight. Just curl up and let me hold you while you fall asleep."

  Her head jerked back as her eyes widened a little. "What? You don't want me?"

  "Oh, I want you. Far more than I've ever wanted anyone else. I just think it would be best if we take things slow." I brushed her hair back and hovered above her lips. "Can I kiss you?"

  She pulled me down and brushed her tongue by mine as she tightened her legs around me and rolled us back over.

  "I'm not taking no for an answer. I've waited too long for this night." She ran her hands down my chest and worked on the button on my jeans as my cock throbbed violently.

  "You sure?" I touched the side of her face and arched my back as she sucked my thumb deep into her mouth. She was sure. Fuck, she was hot. Naked and wet, her nipples budded tightly, her hair a bit of a mess.

  She moved down the bed, taking my jeans and briefs with her. "God, you're so sexy. I'm not going to survive this, am I?"

  "You? Damn... I've dreamt of this day since the last time I got to experience it." I reached down and pulled at her arms as she stopped to swirl her tongue around the thick head of my cock. "Not tonight, baby. I wanna touch every part of you."

  "Soon then." She rested on my lap, rolling her hips in a way that coated my dick with her sticky wetness and pulled me closer to the edge than I would have every gotten with another woman.

  "The condoms are in the drawer right there. Let me get one."

  "Not yet. I just want a minute."

  I gripped her hips tightly and shook my head. "I don't want to chance anything, Emily. Let me come one time pretty quickly and I'll be able to stay up all night with you if you want."

  "Okay." She leaned down and kissed me several times as she rubbed her breasts over my chest. For a woman that seemed insanely shy a few minutes before, she was completely transformed. She leaned over and opened the drawer as I gripped her ass softly and lifted my hips, brushing myself over her clit as she moaned and her body contracted.

  I hated myself for having slept with so many girls all of a sudden, but knowing exactly what to do and when to do it with her made it almost worthwhile. I wanted to please her in ways that would leave her curled on her side and shaking.

  She sat back up and tore the condom open before moving back and rolling it down my dick.

  I groaned again as she took her time, teasing me with her tight grip, her needy fuck-me eyes.

  "Stop being a tease." I reached down and ran my hands up her thighs to cup her hips. "Just take as much as you can. Don't hurt yourself."

  "You mistake me for someone else." She arched her back and shifted her hips, pressing down on my head and leaving the room to spin around me. "I've already had you once. I know exactly how much I can handle."

  "Yeah you do." I lifted my hips and pulled her down to lay flush against me as she opened her legs wide and took me like the good girl she was.

  *

  I slept like a baby the night before after making love to the beautiful woman next to me three more times. It was something more like a nap than a full night of sleep, but it was more than enough. The high pumping through me had everything to do with her and nothing to do with the sex.

  I woke to find her tucked against my side, her dark hair splayed out across the bed in a way that had me growing hard again. It wasn’t fair how much I wanted to keep her there forever. Things were complicated at best, and I wasn't even sure where to start in order to ensure we had a lot more nights like the one we'd just come through together.

  "Morning," she whispered and opened her eyes.

  "Hi beautiful." I kissed her lips a few times and brushed her hair back out of her face. "Promise me things aren't going to change between us. I would miss the horrible sexual tension and longing that I've been living with for a couple of years now."

  She smiled and kissed me once more. "Nope. I make no promises."

  I reached for her as she rolled away from me and got out of the bed.

  "Why did you wanna wear your shirt last night? Your breasts are so perfect." I reached down and stroked myself once over the covers as she turned and stole my breath. I'd seen so many girls naked, but none of them compared to her. Why, I wasn't sure. She was just my dream girl, every part of her exactly how I like it. Just enough innocence to leave me curious and enough of a gleam in her eyes to leave me aching.

  "It just feels so intimate to have your body fully pressed against someone else’s." She shrugged, causing her breasts to bounce slightly.

  I groaned and moved toward her on the bed. "Come here and let's test that theory out."

  "No. Get up and get dressed. I'm hungry. Do you guys have anything to eat here?"

  "Yeah. We have tons of shit, but it all takes one special skill I don't have."

  "What's that?" She put her bra on, and I lamented over the fact that the fun was over.

  "Cooking." I smirked and got up, pulling her against me and kissing the side of her neck as she continued to work on her bra.

  "I can cook." She kissed me once before moving away and getting dressed.

  I grabbed a pair of jeans off the ground and growled, "After we eat, let's come get back in bed."

  "No. I need to try and get my stuff from Brody's today. I'm running out of clothes fast."

  "I'll go with you." I walked to the bedroom door and opened it, waiting on her.

  "No. He's got a scrimmage this morning about thirty miles north of here. I still have my key. I'm going to get in and get out."

  "I don't like it." I squeezed her butt as she walked past me into the hall.

  "Me either, but I'll take care of it and be gone by the time he gets back. I'm going alone though. No trying to talk me out of it. I'll be fine." She jogged down the stairs as Micah opened his door and peeked out into the hall.

  "Is Emily here? I thought I heard her voice."

  "No, you perv. Must have been another one of your naughty dreams."

  He rolled his eyes. "I only have naughty dreams about one girl, but I'll never tell who it is."

  "Natasha Kelly. Hello. We've been friends for three years. I only pretend to ignore you." I snorted as he groaned and made my way downstairs the see just how good Em's cooking skills were. I might have to seriously think about keeping her if she were as good in the kitchen as she was in bed.

  *

  Worry grew at a sickening rate as I walked into Mersky's later that afternoon. I hadn't heard from Emily since letting her go just before lunch, and I'd texted twice, which wasn't like me at all. Playing it cool felt much more safe than throwing my heart on the chopping block and hoping for the best.

  I didn't have much of a choice with this chick. I'd been waiting too long for an open door to get to her. It almost felt like I was there, and if so, I wasn't letting go.

  "I should have just gone with her," I growled as the smell of burgers filled my senses, and tried to ignore the dull ache in my stom
ach as I made my way toward Lucas as he waved me over. I was glad to see he was by himself. Not that I didn't enjoy the rest of his entourage, but it was nice to simply be myself from time to time, and Lucas allowed for that.

  "Hey brother." He lifted his hand in the air and I hit it before taking the seat across from him. "You look like you have a lot on your mind."

  "Yeah, I do. I'm worried about Emily."

  "Emily Campbell?"

  "Yeah." I picked up the beer menu and tried not to let on just how worried I was.

  "Why?"

  "She went over to Brody's today to get her stuff. Said he was out of town, but I don't know. I've seen him manhandle her several times. I just feel like shit for letting her go alone."

  "Wait. Are you two together? Did I miss something?" He smiled.

  "I don't know. I need to give it some time and then I'll ask her out, but either way, I'm highly protective of her."

  "Wow." Lucas leaned back in his chair and shook his head. "Never in a million years would I have thought one woman was capable of sating the great Jacob Wright. We should mark this day down in the history books."

  "Fuck you too." I gave him a cocky smirk and ordered a beer. "Where's your girl?"

  "She's with Layla." Lucas ran his fingers over his mouth and glanced down at the table. "You're good friends with Layla, right?"

  "Yeah. We've been pals since freshman year. Why?"

  "Something is up with her, and she's not talking."

  "Something like what?" I took the beer from the waitress and tried not to overreact.

  "Like somebody beating up on her. We just need to find out who."

  "What the fuck?" Anger burned through me as I pulled out my phone. "She's like a sister to me."

  "Yeah, to all of us." He put his hand over the top of my screen. "You're going to have to go about this differently. Barging in and demanding she talk isn't going to work. Aubrey already did that."

  "And?"

  "It blew up in her face."

  Chapter 19

  Four Days Later

  Emily