"Dude," Jake tried to calm the situation.
"Shut up, Jake," Dylan warned. He must be wasted.
Then the Pre-Heidi Dylan came out. "I'm getting sick of your shit, Heidi. You wanna be with him. Do it. Leave. But you have to do it. You have to be the one to break up with me."
What the fuck was happening?
He went on. "You don't think girls are up in my shit every day. You don't see it do you? You know why? Because I make it fucking clear that I'm not interested in anyone but you. So how do I get treated? Like shit. You ignore me for days, and spend all your time with that asshole!"
"Fuck you, Dylan!" She turned and walked away.
"Fuck," Dylan breathed out. Then he chased after her before any of us could get a word in.
It was dead silent.
No one wanted to speak.
Then a slapping sound was heard.
I heard Cam yelp, and his chair being pushed back. He was on his feet rubbing his head, facing Lucy. "What the fuck, Luce?"
"Why the fuck don't you ever go all jealous-and-hot-alpha on me?"
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?"
"Fuck you Cameron. I want that same fucking treatment. I'm gonna start chatting up assholes on a daily." I looked at the ground next to her chair; there were five empty beers.
Then Jake laughed.
Everyone faced him.
"Shit, dude, does she know about Mike?"
I laughed too, remembering Mike.
"What?" She turned to Jake, and then to me. "What were you talking about?"
"Shut up." Cam instructed, directed at me.
I laughed harder. And just to be an asshole, I don't listen to Cam, instead I tell Lucy the story. About how I overheard this kid, Mike, that went to our high school, talking about Lucy in the locker rooms. He was her partner in some class and he bragged about how he could see her tits whenever she bent over. She gasped at this point, but I kept going. I told her how I mentioned it to Cam, and the next day Mike came to school with a black eye. He wouldn't tell anybody how he got it. Cam looked at me with 'shut the fuck up' clear on his face, but I didn't care.
Lucy was staring at Cam in shock. Her face flushed from the alcohol.
Then Amanda gasped from next to me. "Oh my God," she started. "Remember that guy—your partner from journalism class? The one that asked you out last semester? Cam was behind you...and he didn't know..." she trailed off.
"Oh God," Lucy whispered.
Amanda giggled. "That was the last time you saw him in class, remember? He dropped the class."
Cam looked at the ground, shaking his head.
She continued, leaning closer to me again, "And every time you see him, he bee lines the opposite direction!" She was all out laughing. So was Micky.
"Is it true?" Lucy asked Cam softly, standing up from her chair.
"Whatever," Cam ground out. "I'm pissed at you, Luce. Don't treat me like that."
"Holy shit, Cameron," she said seductively. We all watched, trying to hold in our laughs.
"Dammit, Lucy. I mean it." He said, squaring his shoulders and facing her.
She bit her lip and looked him up and down. Amanda held onto my arm, her face pressed against it to block her giggles.
Lucy eye's zoned in on Cam's junk.
He covered his dick with both his hands. "I mean it, Lucy."
He took a step back.
She took a step forward.
"Quit objectifying me!" he yelled. "I have feelings, you know!"
She took a few more steps forward until she was in front of him. She placed her hand over his; still covering his parts, and raised her eyebrows.
"No," he warned.
She pouted.
"No," he said again.
She licked her lips.
"Oh, fuck it!" he grunted, before lifting her over his shoulders. He bumped fists with me on the way out.
"I want you to fuck me rough tonight," we heard her say.
The second we heard it the door shut, we all let go of our laughs.
A minute later Ethan came home with James in tow. Jake stood up, "We're out." Micky just shook her head, following behind him.
"Have a good night." She smiled at us.
***
We were both a little wasted by the time we got into bed. She stripped of her dress and was sleeping in her bra and panties and that’s all. I was doing everything I could to not touch her inappropriately.
"So are you likely to get more game time now?" she asked, settling under the covers.
"No. I'm done. I'm telling them tomorrow. I quit."
She gasped. "Really?"
"Uh-huh. What a way to leave the game, huh?"
She just smiled. "It sucks that I wasn't at the game today, but I'm glad I still got to share some of this moment with you."
I brought her into my arms. "I'm glad I'll get to share all my moments with you."
THIRTY
Amanda
He wasn’t in bed when I woke up the next morning, but there was a text from him. He was in a team meeting and would be home soon. I jumped in his shower, but forgot my clothes so I put on his jersey that was lying in his hamper. When I opened the bathroom door, he was there, sitting on the edge of his bed with his back to me.
His jersey barely contained my ass, and even though he'd seen me like this before, the fact that I was completely naked underneath had my skin feeling hot. I knew I was blushing. I cleared my throat. He looked up surprised.
"Hey," he said. "You just getting up?"
I nodded, nervously pulling the hem down further.
His eyes narrowed in confusion, then went from me to the bathroom door and back to me again.
I stood in front him.
He was looking down, I assumed at my legs. I've seen him do that a lot. He wet his lips and sat up a little straighter. His hands twitched at his sides. He hadn't said a word. "Logan?" I tried to get his attention.
Slowly, his gaze travelled from my legs, up my body, and rested on my face. His eyes were hooded, burning with lust. He bit his lip as he moved forward; his hands reached and cupped the back of my thighs, bringing me closer to him. His touch was soft and demanding, all at the same time.
He blew out a heavy breath before dropping his head forward and letting it rest on my stomach.
And I let him.
For a few moments, I let him stay there. Not moving. Not saying a thing.
Then slowly, and so fucking lightly, his hands moved.
Higher.
And higher.
And I knew that I wanted him there.
I wanted him to touch me.
My legs rubbed together. A moan escaped before I could control myself. Because I couldn't. I couldn't fucking control myself around him.
He cleared his throat.
My eyes darted to see him looking up, watching my face.
My hands clenched at my sides, my eyes fluttered shut. I needed him to touch me.
One hand cupped my bare ass. He didn't grab, he didn't squeeze, he just held it there. He finally lifted his head to meet my eyes. There was a question on his face, but he didn't need to ask. Not anymore. I was his. My fingers started undoing his jersey. I started from the top, slowly parting the material. His eyes followed my fingers, waiting. When I undid the last button, his free hand splayed flat on my stomach. He started moving the material aside. His mouth came to my belly button, as his tongue tasted my skin. My muscles tensed at the sensation. When he pulled away, he looked up at me. His eyes were dark and penetrating. "Fuck," he breathed out, before pushing his jersey off my shoulders. It easily fell off my arms and onto the floor. Then I stood there, naked in front of him, for the first time. He stayed silent. His eyes raked all over my body for so long I started to feel self-conscious. My arm shifted to cover myself but before I could, both of his hands were on my ass, pulling me closer to him. I stepped forward the same time his mouth covered my nipple. At first he was slow, and gentle, but it didn't last long before the gentle kisses turned to sucks and my knees began to weaken. His mouth was warm on my skin. He kept moving from one, to the other, making sure they got the same treatment. My hands moved to his hair, gripping tight, trying to hold on. Then he slowed down, his mouth pulling back slightly so that his tongue could make slow circles around my nipples. It drove me crazy. I needed more. But he wouldn't give it to me. He just kept going, from one, to the other. I was panting. "Logan," I pleaded.