Page 13 of Virgin Pass

Chapter Six

Austin

I can still tastemy lucky angel’s sweet cream on my lips as I jog onto the field for the second half of practice. I couldn’t fuck her, not the way I—and my hard cock—want to, so I settled between her thighs and released some of that tension winding her so tight. She, in turn, released that delicious go-juice I’m already addicted to.

I lick my lips again and am satisfied—for now—knowing I left Lori with a smile curling her pretty lips.

Out of instinct, I turn toward the starters, then see the rookie taking first reps. I skid to a stop and hear someone call my name. “Yo, Lucky Strike! We’re over here.” It’s Bro Silverton and he’s waving for me to join him. I give one last longing stare at the starters before reluctantly joining the practice squad.

“You’ll get there again.” Bro slaps my padded shoulder and nods at the first string when I snap my brow into a frown. “Maybe you can bring me with you. I’d give my left one to see real game time.”

“Ah, the blind optimism of a rookie.” The journeyman wide receiver joins the conversation. “Lucky Strike here has a lot of pull with Coach—they go all the way back to college—but even he doesn’t have a say in who starts. It don’t work like that, sorry to say. Shit gets real hard real fast. Enjoy not knowing any better while you, well, don’t know any better.”

While you don’t know any better. That plays over and over until something unlocks inside my brain, providing me perfect clarity. I know exactly what I’ve been doing wrong to earn me a spot on the practice squad and, better yet, I know what I need to do to make it right and get back to where I belong—in the starting lineup.

I need to stop playing like a cautious, cynical veteran who knows that shit gets real hard real fast.

I need to play like I’m a virgin.

Like every game is my first time and I’m hungry—starving—to reach that end zone. Like nothing else matters. Oh, hell yeah. Images of Lori’s wide-eyed innocence as she watched me, uncertain what to do yet eager to do it all, will forever be burned into my brain.

My lucky angel strikes again. Talk about a Lucky Strike. She found a way to make me even better, to make me the player I know I am inside. Now’s the time to prove it. Now, I play.

And, on the field, I do play. I play the fuck out of the game. I don’t miss a single snap, I hit every receiver I pass to, and I slip out of every sack. We aren’t even halfway through the second half of practice when Coach hollers for me from the sidelines. How long has he been standing there? I perk up and hold back my grin as I jog to him. “Yeah, Coach?”

He nods to the first string. “Let’s go. King’s getting looked at by the trainers. I need you in.”

Yeah, you do. I grin and glance back at Bro, who looks like a puppy watching his owner leave him behind in the middle of an abandoned field. I’ll play like it’s my first time and let that hunger drive me, kicking ass up and down the field, but I won’t be a complete dick about it like I was my rookie year.

“Coach, Silverton is my guy. I go, he goes.”

Coach makes a face and doesn’t even bother to look at Bro. “He’s never stepped foot on the field in the pros.”

“And he never will if you don’t let him,” I fire back and grab the neck of my shoulder pads to give my hands something to do. Coach bounces his attention between us before rolling his eyes, then nodding. I wave for Bro to follow me and I will never forget the look of sheer undiluted joy on the kid’s face. We don’t slow until we’re on the other field with the first string where we belong—where we both belong.

The rest of the practice goes better than I could have ever predicted. Bro breaks at the exact time I need him and turns, easily catching the ball over his right shoulder just as my lucky angel said he would. We are so in sync, Bro and me, that Coach has us running new passing plays by the time he blows the final whistle announcing the end of practice.

While most of the guys hit the showers, I catch a glimpse of bright blonde hair off to the far end of the field and stretch my neck, immediately recognizing those mouth-watering curves, even from this distance. I grin and head toward Lori, my sweet, lucky angel. I’m not satisfied until I’ve got her in my arms.

“Hi,” I murmur against her lips as she wraps her arms around me. While I love her enthusiasm, I can’t take care of my girl properly if I have all these pads between us. “Let me change. Five minutes, ten tops.”

She kisses me hard and sends a fog to my brain. “However long it takes,” she whispers. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but—um, I need you, Austin. Soon. Now. A lot.”

I sprint to the locker room and am back in two. We don’t say anything as I race us to the house. I don’t have to ask to know something has my angel wound tighter than she was when we tangoed in the exam room. I devoured her delicious pussy then—and I have every intention of doing the same as soon as I get her alone. And then some.

I barely get the door unlocked before she’s in my arms, her legs wrapped around my hips. I walk us inside and slam the door behind me. She rocks her hips, throwing me off balance, and I stagger back, landing against the wall. The picture next to the door falls, breaking on impact against the hardwood floor.

I push from the wall, kissing her harder, lost in her taste, in her passion, and we bounce off the narrow table behind the couch, upending it. Have I unleashed some sort of monster? Or is Lori more desperate for me than I realized?

If so, no problem. I can totally work with that. “Lori, baby, what’s going on?”

“I want you,” she says plaintively, practically devouring me with her mouth. “It’s been building all day, and I don’t know what to do—I’ve never felt like this.” She won’t even come up for air. Again, I’m not complaining, but I gotta know what’s going on here, if only to make it happen again.

“Lori—” is all I get out before another rock of her hips sends me backward and I knock into another table, this one with a lamp on it. It topples over.

“Please, Austin. You have to make this need go away. I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin.” She latches onto my lobe and my eyes roll back in my head as awesome chills tear up my spine.

“What—” she shuts me up with her tongue in my mouth. I hold her close and kiss her back, hard, more urgent, and shift the power of this little struggle she seems to want. “Is this what you want, angel?” I take her lower lip and suck it between my teeth, gently biting down. “You want it a little rough?”