My body is buzzing with anticipation by the time we pull into the driveway. Hendrick parks and hurries around the front of the truck to open the passenger door. His eyes are dark with the promise of all-night pleasure.
I turn in the seat so he can help me out, but instead of taking his hand, I widen my legs. His gaze drops. I’m not wearing any panties.
“Fuck, Jane,” he mutters.
“Yes, please.” I am dying to finally have sex with him.
He steps closer, then drops his head between my legs. I expected him to toss me over his shoulder and hurry inside, but this works too.
Hendrick wastes no time. He flattens his tongue over my center and then flicks the tip across my clit. My fingers tangle in his hair and thighs tighten around him.
“You’re so wet, baby.” Glancing up at me, his hazel eyes taunt me. “Have you been flashing that bare pussy around all night without me knowing?”
When I don’t answer, he grazes his teeth over my inner thigh.
“No.” I shake my head. I’m already so close. I don’t know how he does it. He plays my body like he owns it. “I took them off at the restaurant.”
“Because?” He pushes a finger inside as he continues to lick and suck.
I grind into his face. I’m so freaking close.
“Why, Jane?” He pulls back a fraction, then glides his tongue over me slowly. My whole body shudders around him. “Were you hoping I’d be so desperate to have you that I’d reach over during the drive and slip my fingers into this drenched pussy?”
“Yes,” I pant.
He adds another finger. I moan loudly into the quiet night. I don’t care if anyone hears. I need to come more than I need my next breath.
“I’m always that desperate for you, but I wanted you splayed out in my bed where I could worship you from head to toe.”
“Yes,” I repeat. Oh god, that sounds so good.
“Yes, as in you want me to stop and take you inside?” he asks as he increases the pace of his fingers thrusting in and out of me.
“Please don’t stop, but yes.”
He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’m going to let you come and then I’m going to take you inside and do it all over again just the way I planned.”
The only words after that are the ones I mutter incoherently as he buries his head between my legs and makes me come so hard that the world becomes hazy and my legs are useless.
He finds a napkin in the glove box and cleans me up, then offers me his hand.
“I don’t think I can walk yet,” I say as I shift to step down.
With a pleased smile, he scoops me up into his arms. I rest my head against his shoulder while he carries me to the front door. Voices inside are loud, but I can’t make out who or what’s going on.
“Are they having a party?” I ask as a chorus of excited “Ooooohs” drifts outside.
“There aren’t any cars parked out front.” Hendrick sets my feet on the ground and then opens the front door to the chaos.
All four brothers are in the living room, though it looks nothing like it did when we left a few hours ago. Brogan has a golf club in his hand, the others are scattered around what looks like an elaborate maze of some sort, set up with cups and pots, textbooks, and a hair dryer? Actually, that’s my hair dryer.
“What in the world?” I ask.
They all turn, just realizing we’re home, and stare at us like deer in headlights. Then they start laughing.
Hendrick and I share an amused look, then walk farther into the living room. He shuts off the hair dryer, which is on the coffee table, and looks around. Then he smiles? Not the reaction I expected at all.
“Happy Gilmore?” He takes in the setup, making more sense of it than I can apparently.
“Yeah.” Knox is vibrating with excitement. I’ve never seen him quite like this before. “Check this out, Hen.”
He talks incredibly fast as he goes through the entire setup. It’s like Mouse Trap but with a golf ball.
“I take it this is something you’ve done before?” I ask Hendrick, fighting a smile.
“Who, Hendrick?” Brogan claps him on the shoulder. “Level-headed, serious, grumpy Hendrick?”
“He invented it.” Knox takes the club from Brogan and hands it to him.
“I can’t,” he says. “We were—”
“Gonna go fuck? Yeah, yeah, yeah. But first hit the ball.”
He hesitates.
“Come on, Hendrick,” Knox encourages.
“Henny, Henny,” Brogan starts, and soon they’re all cheering him on.
Still not giving in, he looks to me for approval.
“Better hit the ball, Henny,” I tease and take a seat on the arm of the couch.
It’s actually pretty entertaining. He has to hit the ball into a plastic cup that’s resting on a paint stick stirrer on top of a stack of books. The stirrer tips with the weight of the ball. From there the cup empties the ball onto the coffee table, the hair dryer assists in blowing the ball down a tunnel of books to drop off the table and bounces into three pots of varying sizes. The last bounce is the trickiest because the ball loses steam a couple times and doesn’t quite make it.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Hendrick look so happy or determined. It takes him a few attempts but as soon as he gets it through the entire maze, he throws his hands over his head and cheers, then captures me around the waist and kisses me.
His kiss reminds me that: a) I’m not wearing any panties and b) I was promised another orgasm. I think he just remembered too.
“Jane’s turn,” Knox says, interrupting our lust-fueled stare off.
“Oh, I don’t think—” I start to protest but they start chanting my name the same way that they had for Hendrick. It’s obvious we are not getting out of here until I take my turn.
Smiling, he leans down and brushes a kiss on my cheek as he hands me the golf club. “Don’t take too long, sweetheart.”
I shiver as he pulls back.
If my beer pong skills hadn’t been an indicator that Happy Gilmore was not my jam, then they should have been. I’m terrible. So terrible that they take pity on me and adjust the setup, so I don’t have to hit the ball into the cup (because that was never going to happen).
Dahlia would love this. A pang of sadness hits me at how little I’ve seen her recently. Sure, the girls came over tonight and we all went to the party, but I used to see her a dozen times a day. I miss lying on the pillow fort in her room and talking all night long or sitting downstairs in front of the TV doing homework.
ME
I need a girls’ night soon.
DAHLIA
WHAT HAPPENED? Did Hendrick fuck up? I’m getting dressed and coming to get you.
ME
Keep your pants on—or off in this case. The date was . . . there are no words. I like him so much, Dahl. So, so much. But I miss you!
DAHLIA
I miss you too. I’m so happy for you. I want all the details. I have a tournament this weekend, but let’s plan girls’ night for sometime next week!
The tightness in my chest eases just knowing we’re going to make an effort to hang out soon.
ME
Good luck at your tournament. Love you <3
DAHLIA
<3 <3 Love you!
I glance around at Hendrick and his brothers after I finish texting with Dahlia. I miss her, Daisy, and Violet, but I think I’ll miss these guys too when everything is over and I can stay at my house again.
Hendrick notices the shift in my mood. “I think we’re gonna call it. Jane has to be up early for class.” He points to Flynn. “So do you.”
With some grumbling, everyone agrees. Flynn heads off to bed first, followed by Knox. Brogan and Archer start to tear down the maze, and Hendrick pulls me toward his room.
I yawn as I toss my shoes into a corner with my bags.
“Sorry our plans got derailed.” Hendrick wraps his arms around me from behind.
“Don’t be.” I lean my back against his chest. I yawn again. “We still have time.”
He chuckles and places a kiss at the crook of my neck. “You need sleep. You have a test at eight.”
“How do you remember these things?”
“I just do,” he says. He unzips the back of my dress and then slowly pushes the fabric down over my hips and lets it drop to the floor. His hands caress my sides and he drops another kiss to my back. My insides light up even as I fight another yawn.
Hendrick steps away and a few seconds later returns with one of his T-shirts. He pulls it over my naked body.
“I was promised another orgasm,” I say, voice thick with sleep.
He laughs lightly. “Sleep first.”
“Fine.” I climb into the bed. I have every intention of rubbing up against him as soon as he gets into bed, but when his arms finally wrap around me, I’m already asleep.
I wake up before my alarm goes off. Hendrick lies on his back and I’m curled up against his side. He sleeps in basketball shorts and no shirt. At this point I’ve seen his naked chest more times than I can count, but it still amazes me. His muscles aren’t the kind you see on guys that work out a few times a week. It’s way beyond a chiseled six pack. Hendrick’s chest and stomach are hard planes of muscle. Even unflexed, there’s a deep line running down from his chest to his belly button where the muscles separate.
I run a finger down that line, back and forth. Hendrick stirs and I quickly move to straddle him as he wakes up. His hands go to my hips and he gives me a sleepy smile.
“Good morning,” I say as I feel him growing hard underneath me.
“It sure is.” His palms glide under the hem of my shirt and over my stomach.
“I slept.”
He chuckles lightly, but it’s cut off as I wriggle down and kiss his chest, then down over his impressive abs, and lower.
I glance up at him as I pull his shorts down. Heat seers back at me through those hazel eyes. He’s given me so many orgasms and I’ve barely touched him. There’s always something going on, or some interruption, but I’m determined to finally make him feel as good as he’s made me feel.
He lets out a low groan when I wrap my fingers around him. I’m a little nervous as I bring my lips to the head of his cock. I’ve only done this a few times and what if I suck at it—and not in the good way?
My lips slowly slide down his hard shaft. He lets out another groan as his fingers tangle in my hair, holding it back out of my face. It pushes me on, giving me more confidence. I swirl my tongue along the head as I come back up and then start to take him down my throat again.
“Eyes on me,” he grits out.
Immediately my gaze snaps to his. The look on his face erases any lingering self-consciousness. Maybe I’m not super experienced, but the chemistry between us is too good for this to be bad.
My stomach dips and heat pools low as I continue bobbing up and down, increasing my pace as his grip tightens. He never takes his eyes off me. Seeing him like this, being responsible for every groan and tightening of his jaw, is the biggest turn on. I’m throbbing and he hasn’t moved his hands from where they remain tangled in my hair.
“Take it all.” He takes over, thrusting farther down my throat and then using his hands to guide me off. “Good girl. Keep those pretty green eyes on me.”
I moan around his dick. His praise only increases the need building between my legs. My eyes water, but I couldn’t look away if I tried.
“I’m gonna come,” he says as he tangles more of my hair around his fingers. He tries to pull me off at the last second, but I don’t budge. I keep going, gaze locked on him, as I swallow him down.
“Oh, fuck, Jane. That’s so hot.” He drags his thumb over my bottom lip when I finally release him. “Come here.”
I scramble up his body. His fingers pull up the T-shirt and his mouth covers one nipple.
I arch into him and moan. A moan that’s drowned out by my alarm clock.
“Ignore it,” I say.
He does, but a few seconds later someone knocks on the door.
“Go away!” Hendrick practically growls the command, then flips us so I’m underneath him and he’s hovering over me.
His mouth goes back to lavishing my breasts with attention, and he brings one hand to cup my pussy. I jolt at the contact.
“I’m so close already.”
He hums against my skin. “I’d like to drag this out until you’re whimpering and crying my name, but there’s always next time.”
Next time. I hope there’s a million more of them.
His fingers drag through my slick heat, then he grabs a condom from the nightstand and covers himself.
My heart is racing as he slowly pushes into me, and I’m already unraveling when he starts to pull out. He swallows my moans by kissing me and continues to thrust in and out, hard and somehow still savoring. He stares down at me with a look of pure adoration that sends me over the edge.
Hendrick isn’t far behind, dropping his forehead to mine as he groans through his release.
“That was . . .” I say as my body melts into the mattress. “So good.”
“And too damn quick. I never get to take my time with you.” He nips at my bottom lip and then gets up and goes to the attached bathroom to get a washcloth. He comes back and wipes it gently between my legs. It’s sweet, but already has me wishing we had time for more. The fact that his dick is hard again tells me he might be thinking the same thing.
“Don’t look at me like that. You can’t be late today.”
I groan and get up. He’s right. Diction isn’t a hard class, but I can’t miss the test. Once I’m dressed, I grab my phone. I had my number changed to stop the spam texts, but I still scroll through a few texts and emails to make sure there’s nothing new that I need to worry about. It feels like I’m just waiting for another creepy message.
I put my phone away and sit on the bed. “After classes today, I want to stop by Eric’s place to watch the band practice.”
He nods. “All right.”
“You don’t have to come. I’ll go straight there and back.”
Grinning, he comes over and brushes a kiss over my lips. “I don’t mind. Any opportunity to hear you sing.”
“I won’t be singing. I’m merely going to listen and help in any way I can. This show is going to be huge for them.”
I can’t quite read the expression on his face, but I know he’s holding something back. “What? You don’t think so?”
“No, I do.” He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. “I’m happy to come with you if that’s what you want.”
“I want.”
