Page 80 of Falling Offsides

My chest hammers harder with every deep inhale of her scent on my clothes. I’ve never done that before—made a girl come so fucking hard they squirt. It’s fucking crazy… wild… sexy as all fuck. And my dick is in agreement as it throbs in my sweats. Hating me for not giving Court what we both need. What we’re desperate for.

I just… I couldn’t take advantage of her like that. I’m not that guy.

It’s what I keep telling myself as I open my bedside table drawer and pause, taking in all the little things I’ve collected of her.

A pen.

A hair tie.

The gold “Samson’s Human” tag she made me.

The folded napkin from dinner that night that has her pink gloss on it.

The crumpled receipt that dates back to the day she came to LA—it fell from her pocket when she got out of the car a few days ago.

They’re little things. Stupid things. But I’ve kept them like tokens. Proof that I’m not dreaming up this girl I can’t stop thinking about.

Trophies.

Pieces of her that she left behind—and I couldn’t give back. Wouldn’t give back.

Like the damp panties in my pocket and the gloss tube in my hand. Irun my thumb over it, tracing the faint smudges where her fingers have worn the label.

I’m totally aware I’m not touching Courtney, but I can smell her on me. Smell the fruity scent of her lips. And a tremor crawls up my arm when I unscrew the lid with my thumb and a dribble of barely pink peach and vanilla gloss squirts on my skin.

Just like that, I’m back to thinking of Court. Back to seeing her fucking beautiful face as she came for me. Riding my hand like a desperate slut and I fucking loved every goddamn second of it.

Tonight she gave me more.

She let me in.

Let me touch her. Feel her fall apart in my hands. Watch her hips rock against my palm while she chased it—needed it.

Needed me.

A sound grates low in my throat. So damn feral.

Goddamn her.

Goddamnmefor falling for her so down bad. For needing her. For being this fucking desperate that I can’t control my own body. My desire… my obsession.

It’s been minutes since I left Court. Long minutes that feel like endless hours. Aching in my chest to set my eyes on my girl again as I pull my phone from my pocket and boot up the feed instinctively.

A stupid grin stretches across my face at the loud sound of Sammy’s snoring. The little shit is coiled into a ball between Courtney’s pillows.

Something about the sight of her fast asleep in my hoodie, hair tangled around her head has my chest doing funny shit.

My head goes back to that damn thought of Snow White, and it makes so much sense why these princesses always end up getting kissed back to life or some shit like that. Because I’d give my big toes to kiss Court right now. Maybe even my thumbs. I wouldn’t be able to skate or shoot for the rest of my life, but I’d have another taste of her.

My cock throbs painfully at the thought of tasting her. Really fucking tasting her. All of her.

I almost did. Right there and then when she came all over my hand. I would have if she didn’t look like she was about to freak out about coming so hard she soaked the both us.

Bringing my phone closer to my face, I zoom in on her. Heat crawling under my skin when the scent of her lip gloss together with her arousal burns my lungs.

I swear I can still feel her slick on my fingers. Still hear her gasp my name. Still taste the salt of her skin.

And I swear to Christ, I’ll never get enough.