Juked (13 page)

Y
ou’re right.

That’s all the text from Nicholas says. Despite its terseness, I know exactly what he’s talking about. We haven’t spoken since our conversation about Homecoming a few weeks ago. I’d left him with lots to think about. But he’s a good kid. His dad may be a dick, but stepdad Aaron’s been around a while, and before that, my brothers and I made sure Nicky had good male role models.

I text him back as soon as I pull into Quincy’s lot and park my car.

Me:
I’m glad you think so. Now what are you going to do about it?

Nicky:
I asked her if she wanted to go on a real date with me. Before the dance.

Me:
And?

Nicky:
And we’re going to the movies tomorrow night.

Me:
No expectations of sex?

Nicky:
Nope. I’ve been sitting with her at lunch a couple times a week. And we’ve partnered up in biology. She’s actually really cool.

Me:
I figured she probably was. Now treat her like a lady and get to know the person she is with her clothes on before you wonder what she’s like with her clothes off.

Nicky:
**rolls eyes** Yes, Tio.

Me:
I gotta go. You’re not the only one with a hot date.

Nicky:
Make sure you treat her like a lady.

Me:
Lol Always. Later, dude.

Quincy and I have been dating for a few weeks now. That sounds weird, because I don’t date. But I have so much fun with Quincy, we just sort of fell into this weird relationship. Hell, I don’t even know if it falls under the definition of dating. We don’t do anything special. We go out to eat or hit some random tourist stop in town. We’ve even had a couple more midnight shopping trips. It all sort of depends on Chance’s schedule, but I don’t mind. I enjoy being with both of them.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve been out with someone more than once, and usually that ended with sex. But I haven’t had sex in weeks. Not even when we’re on the road and partying after a game. I don’t miss it as much as I thought I would. That’s not what Quincy is about, and I’ve been too busy enjoying
her
to miss anything else.

I knock on the door, and a few seconds later, it flies open. Quincy stands there, flushed like she just ran across the room. She’s wearing short black shorts and a red Mutiny T-shirt. Her long hair is down around her shoulders and looks soft, like she just finished blow-drying it and didn’t put any hair spray or gel in it yet. There’s no makeup on her face.

She’s beautiful.

“Sorry,” she says as she ushers me in. “I finally got Chance to sleep, and I was afraid if you knocked again he’d wake up.”

I kiss her quickly on the lips and shut the door behind me. “Would it be better if I text you when I get here?”

“So much better,” she says as we go to the living room. Popcorn and a couple of beers are on the coffee table. Before she can sit down, I seize her around the waist and pull her to me, making her squeak.

“What are you doing?” she asks with a smile.

“This,” I answer and kiss her like I’ve been wanting to all day. It’s unhurried and thorough, and makes me remember things I haven’t done in a while. I rub her back as I take a few minutes to enjoy the feeling of her mouth and her lips and her tongue before reluctantly pulling away. “I missed you,” I say and smack her on the ass, making her squeak again. We break apart and walk straight to the couch.

“How was the game?” she asks, tucking a foot underneath her and picking up a beer.

I grip mine and take a sip. “You tell me. Did you like sitting in the box this time?”

She smiles. “It was great! Everyone was so nice, and it was fun having the baby with me.”

“He flirted with all the other WAGS, didn’t he?” I ask. That kid has turned out to be the biggest flirt. Whenever I’m around, and a woman starts to talk to him, he’ll completely ignore me while he coos at the woman. If I was his dad, I’d be really proud. Hell, I’m kind of proud of him anyway.

Quincy furrows her eyes. “What’s a WAG?”

I swallow more beer before answering. “It’s an acronym. Stands for wives and girlfriends. That’s who usually sit in the boxes. That, and mothers and fathers and kids.”

“Well, I feel so honored for getting to sit with all the important people.”

I smile at her. “You’re important to me, so….”

She stares at me for a moment and bites her lip, neither of us speaking. After a few sexually charged moments, she clears her throat and looks away.

“Anyway, thanks for letting us sit there. Geni and I had a lot of fun.” She picks up the remote and points it at the TV. “I hope you don’t mind,” she says, changing subjects and breaking the tension. “Before you called, I was going to catch up on
Outlander
. I’m several episodes behind.”

“Fine with me,” I say. “I’m used to those soft-porn shows.”

“Soft-porn shows?”

“You know…
Outlander, Game of Thrones, True Blood
. Soft porn.”

She scoffs at me. “We’re watching Starz, Daniel, not pay-per-view.”

I lean back and put my feet up on the coffee table. “Baby, the only difference between Starz and porn is that actual porn doesn’t have a plot or as big a budget.”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Soft porn,” she grumbles under her breath. She picks up the popcorn and puts it on the couch between us.

I snap up a handful and toss some in my mouth as the review of the last episode plays and the credits roll.

Adult language. Adult situations. Brief nudity.

That’s what the parental ratings warn us of. It is so, so wrong.

The first thing that pops up on the screen is a woman on a bed and a man is with her. With his head between her legs for a very long time. And now there’s nipples, lots and lots of nipples. And his head is still between her legs.

“Still trying to convince yourself it’s not high-budget porn?” I joke, trying to break the sexual tension that has sprung up again.

“Oh my god, this is so awkward,” she replies, eyes still on the screen. Her ears turn bright red, which is apparently her version of a blush. She looks so uncomfortable.

I sip my beer and munch popcorn, ignoring the woody in my pants from imagining that it’s Quincy and me on the screen. When all else fails, insert humor. “Man, he’s really going at it, isn’t he?”

“Would you shut up?” She laughs and smacks my arm. “This is weird enough without you making jokes.”

“Sorry. I’ll just sit here quietly while we watch the non-porn.” She rolls her eyes but smiles anyway.

Two hours later, Jamie and Claire have gone at it multiple times, all while gallivanting through eighteenth century Scotland, dodging the horrible British soldiers.

“I can’t believe you just sat through two hours of
Outlander
,” she says as she stands to take the empty popcorn bowl into the kitchen.

I pick up the empty beer bottles by their necks and follow her. “I have three older sisters. By far, that wasn’t the worst thing I’ve ever watched. Although I have one problem with the whole thing.”

“Really,” she deadpans. “What could you possibly find wrong about
Outlander
? It’s a great show.”

“Oh, I agree. Lots of action. Lots of boobs.” She smacks me playfully on the chest. “As a twentieth century man, I can’t even imagine the odor coming off those people. They never bathe.”

She leans against the counter, laughing. “Why are you trying to ruin it for me? Let me live in my fantasy!”

“Your fantasy is a man who runs around in a dress?”

“It’s a
kilt
,” she argues. “And I think it’s kind of hot.”

“You know what I think is kind of hot?”

“What?” she asks as she crosses her arms.

“You.” We look each other in the eyes before I take two steps forward and put my hands on the counter behind her, essentially trapping her. “Why do you look so surprised when I say that?”

She clears her throat. “Because it’s been a really long time since someone thought that about me.”

“I doubt that.” I rub my thumb down her cheek and across her jaw. She’s so beautiful, fresh-faced and casual. It makes me hard, thinking about her like this. “Just because no one has said it doesn’t mean no one has thought it.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” she whispers.

“Not even close.” I wrap a hand around the back of her neck and pull her to me, pressing my lips to hers. Her arms wrap around my waist and snake up my back so she can hold onto my shoulders. I take that as my cue to keep going. I take the kiss deeper, sucking on her tongue and gently nipping at her bottom lip. I slide my hands down and squeeze her ass, pulling her to me so she can feel what her kiss does to me. “If I don’t go now,” I finally say between kisses, “I’ll never leave.”

“What if I want you to stay?” she pulls her hands back between us and gently caresses my face.

“Then I’ll stay. But there’s no way I’ll be walking out of here before morning,” I say honestly.

“Then stay until morning,” she whispers against my lips, and I groan. I plunge my tongue in her mouth, mimicking what I wish my cock was doing inside her right now.

“Bedroom?” I ask, not bothering to open my eyes or break away from what is turning into a frenzy. She walks backward with me, still holding onto my face, and guides us down the hallway and into her room. As soon as we cross the threshold, any semblance of restraint disappears.

I rip her shirt over her head and throw it on the floor, and her hair falls back down around her shoulders.

My shirt is quickly disposed of the same way and lands on top of hers.

I lower myself to the floor in front of her and drag her shorts down, burying my nose in her panties, breathing deeply. “Holy shit, you smell good.” I kiss her stomach just above the waistband her panties. Her head falls back, and she moans.

I kiss and taste back up her body, pausing when I get to her bra. “Take it off,” I growl. She undoes the clasp of her bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it aside. It doesn’t even hit the floor before I’m sucking on one of her tight pink nipples. Her hands slide into my hair, and she continues to make small noises that make me even hornier. Before I can kiss my way up her neck, she surprises me and drops to her knees in front of me.

She looks up at me with her hazel eyes, biting her bottom lip as she unbuttons my shorts and slides the zipper down. It is the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life, and I’ve seen a lot of sexy.

My shorts fall to the floor, followed quickly by my boxer briefs. Before my muddled brain can comprehend what’s happening, my cock is in her warm, wet mouth.

“Holy shit,” I groan. I run my fingers through her hair while my cock slides in and out of her mouth. It is a fucking fantasy come true.
She
is a fucking fantasy come true.

She sucks and licks and massages my balls with her hand. It takes everything in me not to explode in her mouth, but I have something different in mind for our first orgasm.

“Stop, baby,” I say quietly as I pull her to her feet. She looks at me with huge eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” I cup her jaw and kiss her again, not just with passion, but with feeling. I haven’t felt like this about someone since…well, maybe since ever. I wasn’t looking for a woman to date long-term. And I’m still not even sure how to define this one. But damn if I didn’t find a good woman.

I walk her back to the bed and turn her around. I move her hair over her shoulder and nip, kiss, bite, and suck my way down her neck, her spine, up and over her ribs, and around her waist. I push her down so she’s bending over the bed and run my hands down her spine, hooking my fingers in her panties and dropping them to the floor while I drop to my knees.

“Daniel,” she breathes. “What are you doing?”

“Worshiping every inch of you.” I spread her thighs apart and get my first glimpse of her swollen, pink lips. Before I can help myself, I’m kissing her between her legs. Not just any kind of kissing. Kissing and licking and plunging inside her. She tastes musky and salty, and I love every second of it.

Quincy goes slack against the bed as she writhes against my face. I don’t let up. I flick her clit, then thrust my tongue inside her, then flick her clit again, over and over until her taste begins to change, and I know she’s about to come.

“Daniel!” she yells as she trembles. I continue flicking and plunging, licking and tasting, until she goes still. It takes a few minutes for her to catch her breath, during which I kiss up and down her legs and back.

Finally, she’s coherent enough to speak again. “That was….” she says breathlessly. “That was amazing.”

I smile as I stand up and kiss the spot behind her ear, making her shiver. “That’s just the beginning, too.”

“I guess it’s my turn.” I can hear the anticipation when she says it, but I have other things planned.

“Nope,” I say. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Watching high-budget porn turns you on, huh?” she jokes, still bent over the bed. I love that she hasn’t changed positions or tried to cover up. She’s not ashamed of what we’ve done or wanting more.

“Oh, it wasn’t the porn. It was those damn shorts you had on.” I kiss the back of her neck again, making her shiver. “And your soft, silky hair.” I take a handful of it and pull her head back so I can kiss below her jaw, making her gasp. “And that sexy-ass jersey you had on.”