Page 50 of The Surprise Play (Nolan U Football #3)

ELIZABETH

I roll over in my single bed. It groans like it’s too old and tired for me to be here.

It’s smaller than the one I have at college, and my first night home is always an adjustment. This is the bed my parents bought me when I was seven. It was my birthday present that year—a brand-new bed. Well, it was secondhand but brand-new to me.

I used to spend hours lying on this duvet and tracing the different symbols.

I was so happy in this safe little haven.

When it came time to move to college, Mom asked me if I wanted to take it, but I didn’t want to mess up the look of my room. I knew I’d be home at least once a month, and I wanted to walk in and feel that sense of belonging every time I stepped in here.

But tonight… it feels different.

I’m not even sure why.

I’ve just had the best night. I should be drifting off to sleep in pure bliss, but I can’t get comfy.

Shuffling around, I tuck the duvet around my neck, then start to play with the necklace Wily bought me. It’s the sweetest gift ever. I’ll never take it off.

“Now I’ll always be with you.”

His husky voice when he said that… and the look in his eyes… damn right he’ll always be with me. That boy has a permanent place in my heart no matter what happens.

But did he really mean it?

He’ll be gone after graduation, and I still have two years left at Nolan U. Is he honestly saying he’ll wait for me?

The NFL is going to swallow him whole, take him on this amazing journey, and I don’t know if there’s room for me in that lifestyle.

But he’ll always stay with me. I press the pendant to my lips, kissing it firmly before tucking it back inside my pajama top.

I wish he was with me right now.

If he was lying behind me with his strong arm wrapped around my body, I’d be asleep in minutes.

Staring through the darkness at my bedroom door, I toy with the idea of padding across the cold hallway and crawling into the guest bed with him, but…

My parents set us up in separate rooms, and I want to respect that .

They have no idea Wily and I are sleeping together, and I’m not sure how or when I’ll tell them. I’ve been dating him for less than a month; they’ll probably think it’s way too fast. I could explain that I was falling for him well before our first date, but still…

It is fast.

Fast and amazing.

Fast and so natural that it feels like the most normal thing in the world.

My lips rise, my body tingling as I relive our last hot and heavy make-out session.

I still had my period a few days ago. It’s over now, but the other day…

I got to give him my very first blow job, and it was so much better than I could have imagined.

I was kind of nervous to do it, but I wanted to pleasure him, and the way he moaned and fisted my duvet cover told me everything.

When his fingers plunged into my hair, his thighs going taut on either side of my body, I felt like the queen of the world.

I was sending him over the edge, and it felt amazing.

My door handle turns, and I flinch at the sound, tensing in the dark as I listen to my door quietly creak open.

“Satch?” Wily whispers, and my heart springs into my throat.

“Wily? Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He creeps into the room, closing the door softly behind him.

With my eyes already adjusted to the dark, I enjoy the view as his shadowy body pads across to my bed and he lifts the covers.

“What are you doing?” I shuffle back to accommodate him, my butt hitting the wall .

There’s no way we’re both going to fit on this tiny bed.

“I missed you.” He pecks my lips, nearly falling off the mattress as the bed groans again, its old frame complaining about the extra weight. “Here.” Grabbing my hip, he pushes me around until I’m flat on my back, and then he finds a happy home between my legs. “Better?”

“Yes,” I breathe, kissing his chin as I run my hands around his waist and up his back.

He’s shirtless! And I love the feel of his skin beneath my fingertips. Tracing each muscle, I splay my hands over his broad back and enjoy the journey up to his shoulders.

I love it when he lies on top of me.

I love how close his lips are.

And I love the erection I can feel forming against my leg.

“You’re already hard,” I tease him.

“I told you.” He kisses the side of my mouth. “I was missing my girl.”

I bite my bottom lip, a broad smiling forming around my teeth.

“Had to come and give you a proper good night kiss,” he whispers, nibbling his way across my jawline, then down my neck. “Your dad won’t kill me, right?”

“I don’t think so.” My breath catches, and I can’t help a contented sigh as his tongue skims the line of my new necklace, then starts to inch into my pajama top.

“You know, I think it’s really unfair that you’re still wearing this.” His voice is laced with amusement. “If I’m half naked, you really should be too.”

My hips rise of their own accord, and I grind into him as I boldly murmur, “Only half naked? ”

“Oh, baby.” He groans into my neck, quickly unbuttoning my pajama top and lavishing my breasts with kisses before inching down my body.

When he gets to my pajama pants, he sits back, lifting the duvet covers with him and letting a rush of cold air wash over me.

I shiver and he works fast, ridding me of my pants before yanking down his own. He leaves them around his ankles and quickly covers us back up. The bed groans again as he lies over top of me.

“You feel so good,” I sigh with a smile as his warm body covers mine.

I love skin on skin with this man.

Kissing his shoulder, I draw patterns on his back, then giggle when he lightly nips my neck.

“Kiss me, baby,” he whispers against my skin, and I turn to glide my tongue into his eager mouth.

We get lost in the simple act of kissing, the inferno inside my body the only thing to break me out of the heady spell.

My lady parts are yearning and needy, growing wet with desire. When he reaches between us and starts to massage my clit, I’m seconds away from orgasming. He barely has to touch me and I’m whimpering against his chest, gripping his shoulders and keening at the addictive fire racing through me.

There’s a hot urgency between us and I relish it, whispering at him to hurry when he reaches under the pillow to grab out a condom.

“When did you put that there?” I grin as he unwraps it and rolls it over his gloriously hard cock .

“I slipped it under your pillow when I first came in. Wasn’t trying to be presumptuous, just hopeful.”

He lies back over me with the cutest grin. I can just make it out in the light through my window, and I seriously love this man.

I should tell him.

But he’s at my entrance now, already nudging into me, and words are lost as I relish that mind-blowing sensation of our bodies connecting this way.

“You good?” He groans the words more than says them, obviously loving this as much as I am.

Hooking my foot around his very fine ass, I whisper into his ear, “I am so good.”

“That’s my girl.” He starts to move, his long shaft owning me while the bed continues to groan and complain.

The poor thing has probably never experienced anything like this before, and the thought of the bed’s grumpy expression as we grind on top of it has me biting back a grin.

“Baby, you’re so fucking fine.” Wily picks up his pace, leaning back on his elbow so he can squeeze my breast.

His thrusts continue at a heady pace, my body reveling in this glorious wonder.

Leaning forward, he sucks my nipple into his mouth. The angle is awkward and disrupts his rhythm, but I lean into his kisses, loving his tongue on such sensitive parts of my body.

His mouth makes a sweet pop when he pulls away, and then he picks up his pace again, sliding in and out of me with sexy moans that accelerate the heat already pulsing through my body .

Resting his hands on either side of my head, he pushes up on his arms, and I run my hands over his pecs and abs.

The bed keeps complaining, creaking in time with our rhythm, and I start to worry that my parents might hear us.

“Wily,” I whisper, wondering if I should tell him to stop, even though I really don’t want to.

“Yeah, baby.” He leans down, dropping to his elbows with a thud before threading his hands under my shoulders and?—

Crack!

The bed’s groan shifts to an outright cry of surrender, and I let out a shocked yelp as the mattress beneath me lands with an embarrassingly loud thud on my bedroom floor.

“Oh shit!” Wily chokes out as we tip sideways, the duvet sliding off us as the bed settles on this weird angle and we cling to each other.

I gape up at him, my heart going nuts when the hallway lights come on and bustling feet can be heard rushing toward us.

“Bess?” Dad’s voice is all worried concern until he pushes open my door, flicks on the light, and spots my naked boyfriend, his boxer shorts wrapped around his ankles, still inside me. “Oh… my… okay.” Dad squeezes his eyes shut, and I think I’m about to die of humiliation.

I nearly tell Wily to get off me, but logic quickly reminds me that if he does that, he’ll be exposing his dick to the entire room. The safest option is for him to stay exactly where he is .

Gripping his back, I stare up at his face, silently asking him what to do.

“Is everything okay in here?” Mom’s voice wafts in from the hallway.

Shit!

I close my eyes, my entire body starting to heat with embarrassment when my mom gasps. “Oh! Wow. My goodness.” She lets out a nervous laugh, and I pop my eyes open, begging her to please stop.

Dad is staring like he’s going into shock, and my mom is…

Is she blushing right now?

She touches her curls, her lips twitching with a coy smile as she checks out my boyfriend!

Well, this is just great.

“Mom!” I bulge my eyes at her, and she has the decency to avert her gaze.

“Uh… hey, Darla. Tommy.” Wily glances over his shoulder, then clears his throat and croaks, “I mean, Mr. and Mrs. Satchwell.”

Mom brushes her hand through the air like he’s still allowed to call her whatever he wants. Her eyes linger for a second, skimming over his perfect ass, and I have to glare at her once more.

“Seriously?”

“Sorry. Sorry!” She spins around, then grabs Dad’s arm and forces him to turn. He mutely spins to face the wall. Yep, I’m pretty sure he’s in shock.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I then have to listen to my parents whisper-barking at the wall.

“I told you we should have put them in the same room,” Mom tuts .

“I didn’t want to assume they were sleeping together.”

“Of course they are. Look at them.” Mom spins back, her smile all mushy. “They’re in love, Tommy.”

Dad glances over his shoulder, then winces and turns back around again.

Mom, on the other hand, is still gazing at my man, and now she’s primping her hair.

“Mom!”

“Sorry.” She laughs awkwardly, snapping her eyes shut.

“We’ll just let you, um… move to the guest room.

” Her eyes creep back open, running down the length of Wily’s back before she glances at me with an excited smile.

“Good job, Bessie Boo,” she whispers way too loudly, giving me a double thumbs-up before grabbing my father’s sleeve and tugging him out of the room.

Burying my face in Wily’s chest, I let out a wail, and my boyfriend starts to laugh.

“Shit,” he chuckles, dipping his head and kissing the side of my face. “Well, that was… interesting.”

“Interesting? Really?” I deadpan, but that only makes him laugh harder.

Popping out of me, he sits back on his heels, taking in my body and nodding. “He didn’t kill me.”

“I’m pretty sure he was too busy going into catatonic shock.”

“Right. So the death warrant might be issued tomorrow?”

I snort and shake my head. “Not if my mom has anything to say about it.” I slap a hand over my eyes. “I am so sorry about her.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Wily laughs, pulling my hand away so I can see his wincing frown. “I’m really sorry about your bed.”

I turn my head to check out the broken frame. “Not designed for two.”

“My bed is.” Wily’s voice takes on a husky, sexy quality that sends a shiver coursing through my body.

I turn to give him a skeptical frown. Is he serious? After getting caught by my parents, he’s happy to keep going?

“Should we take this to the guest room?”

“I’m not sure I can move.” My face bunches. “I’m pretty sure I’ve just died from embarrassment.”

He laughs and gets to his feet, kicking the pants off his ankles before reaching out a hand to help me up.

“Come on, you.” Sweeping his arm under my legs, he hitches me against his chest and starts carrying me to the door.

Having never been carried like this before, I tense at the unexpected move and quietly tell him, “Stop. I’m too heavy. I can just walk.”

Pausing at my doorframe, he gives me a stern frown and tells me, “Don’t talk bullshit,” before carrying me across the hallway and into the guest room.

Laying me down on top of the bed spread, he climbs up beside me, resting his hand on my belly and murmuring against my breast, “Now, where were we?”