Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
The disappointment on her face is cutting. But the desire to keep from seeing that look feels like it’s breathing new life into the fires inside of me—fires that had burned so low so long ago, they’ve been all but dormant. The desire that’s been missing suddenly springs to life and has me refocusing on the game that I’ve loved for so long. That connection I feel for Cami has me wanting to leave the game with my head up, in a way that will make her proud of me—and make me proud of myself.
“Listen, I should go,” I tell her. “I need to get deeper into the playbook. I need to know all the calls and all my reads before practice.”
She looks up at me. “I thought you were content just playing babysitter?”
“Maybe I’m changing my mind.”
Her smile nearly stops my heart. “Good boy. Go. Study.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I get to my feet and throw enough money onto the table to cover both of our checks. She gives me a thankful smile then pulls out her phone and starts to tap away at the screen.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Calling for an Uber.”
“No, you’re not. Come on. Let me give you a lift.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“I know it’s not. But I’m doing it anyway. Let’s go.”
“Thank you. That’s really sweet of you.”
“Yeah, well, don’t go telling anybody. I’ve got a rep to protect.”
We both laugh, and she gets to her feet and follows me to the door. She grabs her umbrella from a basket beside the door, and as we step outside, she opens it. Holding it with one hand, she smiles at me then grabs my hand with her other.
“Ready?” she chirps.
I look at our intertwined fingers for a moment and can’t say it doesn’t feel good, so I give her a nod.
“Ready,” I say. “Let’s go.”
8
CARTER
With the rain thundering down around us, we dash across the lot, and I usher her into the passenger side of my truck. Slamming the door, I sprint around to the other side and slide behind the wheel. An ear-splitting crash of thunder booms overhead and the deluge seems to get louder and harder.
“It’s really coming down,” she says.
Beads of rain dot Cami’s ash-brown locks and spill down her smooth, soft cheeks. There’s something about her wet hair and slightly parted, full red lips that makes her look even sexier. She looks at me with that hunger still in her eyes and my heart slams against my ribcage as my cock thickens in my shorts. I reach for her, slide my hand around the back of her neck, and pull her to me. Our mouths crash together, and she slides her tongue into my mouth eagerly as she grabs hold of the sides of my face. She wants this as much as I do.
The rain pounds down on the roof overhead, nearly drowning out our breathy moans as our kiss grows more frantic. My hands roam her body, and I squeeze her full tits through the fabric of her jacket. She grabs my hand and guides it down to her lap. She fumbles my hand into her pants, and I quickly find her wet, swollen cleft. Cami presses her head back against the headrest as I slide a finger into her tight, little slit, driving it deep into her.
“Fuck, Carter. Yes, baby,” she groans.
I rub her clit with my thumb and continue pumping my finger into her sex. It’s tighter than hell and dripping wet, and when I slide a second finger into her, Cami cries out then leans forward and kisses me ferociously. She bites my bottom lip, slides her hand down, and grabs my cock through my shorts, gripping and stroking it through the fabric. She quickly unbuttons my shorts and slides her hand into my boxers, wrapping her fingers around my thick shaft.
With her soft, delicate fingers around me, I squeeze my eyes shut and shudder as she starts to stroke me. I continue pumping my fingers into her, and Cami squeezes my dick as hard as she can, making me groan as her hand slides up and down my shaft. The rain thunders down on the car, the deluge so thick, that I doubt anybody can see through the windows, which is probably a good thing. The last thing I want is to put on a live sex show for the people in the diner’s parking lot. I’m kinky, but I’m not that kinky.
I plunge my fingers as deeply as I can when Cami’s entire body tightens. A long, shuddering breath bursts from her mouth as she trembles. With one hand still around my cock, she uses her other to grab hold of my wrist, writhing against my hand as she comes hard. Slowly, her body unclenches, and I pull my fingers out of her pussy then slip them into my mouth to savor the taste. Her breath is ragged, and she’s staring at me with wide eyes and a shaky smile on her face.