Johnny Deeper: A Sports Romance (29 page)

Warm breath passes between us and I feel her hand rest on my hip, just a few short inches away from my groin. Heat bleeds from her skin, spreading to mine like a dangerous forest fire. I start to feel the burning inside and blood pumps south faster than my brain can process it.

Finally, she kisses me first. Her mouth splits and I feel that pink tongue just begging to touch mine. I let her have it and the slightest of moans passes from her throat as I massage our tongues together. Her hand shifts on my body, falling closer to my belt and I smile, fully imagining her fingers wrapped around my cock.

I cup her breast and she sighs, rolling her head back as my lips fall to her neck. My mouth waters, intoxicated by the pleasant taste of her skin and the amazing scent rising from her hair.

She shifts even closer to me, sliding her knee up my side, fitting us together. I know she can feel my cock pushing between her warm thighs. I let out a groan as she grinds against it and I rest my hand on the small of her back to pull us even closer together. She quivers and shakes in my arms, her lips never leaving mine for a second.

Her hand tugs at my belt. “Junior…” she sighs. “Do you have a condom?”

Jackpot.

“Yeah,” I answer, kissing her even harder.

Eliza pushes my jacket back and slides it off. I toss it towards the back door and she instantly reaches for my shirt, eagerly pulling it over my head and throwing it away. I move to unzip her sweater but she guides me down and straddles me, placing her hands on my chest to hold me there. She leans down, grinding even more against my hard dick and kisses my neck.

I groan, laying back as she travels down my chest. She looks up at me with those perfect, blue eyes, licking her lips as she pulls at my jeans. Laughter strikes me; happy visions of her little mouth wrapped around my cock dancing in my head.

“Damn, Eliza…” I chuckle, kicking off my shoes.

She pulls my jeans down, sliding them all the way to my ankles, along with my briefs, leaving me completely naked on the mattress. I close my eyes, waiting patiently for the moment when her kisses travel south enough to feel her hot breath skate across my throbbing head.

The door slides open and my heart stops.

“What—”

Eliza yanks the blanket out from under me, taking me by surprise as she gathers the rest of my clothes.

“Wait—!” I lunge for her but she easily slips free and steps outside into the lot. “What the hell, Ellie?”

“What kind of girl do you think I am?!” she snaps.

I reach for her again but she juts backward, baiting me into following her outside. I stay back in the van, struggling to process the situation with all of my blood still throbbing through my stiff dick. “I… don’t understand the question.”

Eliza wraps the blanket around her arm and drapes my clothes over her wrist, reaching inside my coat pocket to retrieve my keys and jiggles them at me, taunting me. “Did you think I was
easy
? That I’d get down on my knees after a little bit of
skeeball
? That I’d somehow
forget
how much of a narcissistic, ego-maniacal
jackass
you are?”

She takes several steps backward towards the quad.

“Ellie, what are you doing?”

“Something I’m honestly surprised no one has ever done to you before,
just Junior,”
she bites, her voice growing louder with every step she takes.

“Give me back my clothes.”

“Come and get ‘em.”

“Ellie!”

She quickens her stride, tossing her hood up to conceal her face before walking directly towards the very crowded quad.

I gesture to the blue sedan beside me. “You just going to leave your car here?”

She twists back around to grin at me. “That’s not my car. Goodnight, Junior Morgan.”

My chest sinks as she leaves me with nothing to cover myself with other than a few crappy pillows.

Well, shit.

Eliza reaches the center of the quad and drops my clothes in the grass, along with the blanket and my car keys. She abandons them, drawing a few odd looks from co-eds scattered about on the brightly-lit grass.

I heave a sigh and grab the nearest pillow before stepping outside the van.

Eliza fucking Pierce.
Obviously, I underestimated her and overestimated my ability to seal the deal. I’ve never been above admitting when I’m wrong. It doesn’t happen often but I know when to bite that bullet. Tonight is definitely one of those times.

The giggles start before I even reach the grass. Fingers point, girls cackle, and guys whistle at me. I throw on my sincerest shit-eating grin, owning every step of my magnificent failure before bending over to retrieve my things.

“Lookin’ good, Morgan!”

“Thanks!” I shout back.

I guess that’s it. It was fun while it lasted and I mean that. Unfortunately, this little date with Eliza was the most fun I’ve had with a girl in a long time but in the end, she’s right.

I am a jackass.

***

I wake up early and hit the gym at the athletic center on campus. Needless to say, my sleep was fairly restless but a cold shower and a stiff drink knocked me out for a few hours. A quick run on the treadmill should dislodge that deep frustration in my gut for a while — at least long enough for me to forget Eliza Pierce ever existed.

The gym is mostly deserted, as it usually is at this time of the morning. I push my earbuds in and crank some music, setting a fast pace on the treadmill before hopping on the belt and leaving my emotions behind.

After a few minutes of forgetting Eliza, I feel someone climb onto the treadmill next to mine. I give a quick glance over from the corner of my eye and I nearly slip right off the damn belt.

It’s Eliza.

I pull out my earbuds and slam the button down to decrease the speed. “What are you doing here?”

She reaches behind her and grips her ankle, pulling it back to stretch out her quadriceps. “This gym is nicer than the one at the rec center,” she simply says.

“This gym is for athletes
only
,” I point out.

“And my father is the football coach,” she shrugs, stretching her other leg. “I asked if I could work out here instead and he said yes.”

“Go away.”

“Excuse me?”

“I don’t want to see you around here.”

Eliza laughs. “Oh,
please
. You can’t possibly be
mad
about last night.”

“Actually, yes. I am.”

“Get over it.” She turns the treadmill on, setting it to a brisk walking pace while she warms up.

Of course, my eyes instantly fall to her tits, pressed tightly against her beneath a black sports bra. They bounce with every step she takes, each jiggle sending fireworks down to my groin.

What a bitch.

I push my earbuds back in and resume my run, targeting a speed a little faster than my usual gait, trying to ignore the fact that Eliza freakin’ Pierce is running beside me in skin-tight yoga pants.

She increases her speed, easily matching mine and a bolt of rage teases at me. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let Eliza Pierce outrun me.

I fill my lungs with air and knock the speed up a notch, tapping into my stamina to keep me going. It’s a fast but easy stride, something I can maintain long enough to prove my point.

I sense her movement beside me and out of the corner of my eye, I see her increase her speed.

Dammit.

She can’t keep up with this pace for very long. Soon, her little legs with slow her down. She’s not nearly as fit as I am.

My chest heaves. Air blows in and out of my mouth and I feel that slow burn building in my chest, the one that tells you to slow down before you hurt yourself.

I glance over at Eliza. She’s barely broken a damn sweat.

I tap the speed up a little higher and grit my teeth as she does the same.

“What’s wrong,
Junior
?” she chuckles. Luckily, her words are labored, just barely making it out of her mouth between her thick breaths. “Having trouble?”

“Nau-gh
.”

“Maybe you should slow down. Take it easy. It’s not a race.”

She reaches over and pats my shoulder.

Fuck this.

I push the stop button and hop off the treadmill. My legs turn to jelly beneath me but I keep myself upright, sending all of my strength to my knees. The last thing I want is to humiliate myself in front of her. Again.

I glance back at her, unable to stop myself from staring at her
perfect fucking body
. Blood that should be fueling my pounding heart fires downward. Images of her lying spread eagle in my van flash in my brain. Her taste emerges on my tongue; a flavor that no amount of rinsing with salt water was able to get rid of last night.

I’ve never wanted to hate fuck a girl so badly in my entire life.

Eliza
fucking
Pierce.

I lean over the water fountain by the locker rooms and shoot the water on my face in a sincere attempt to drown myself. It’s ice cold and it hurts but I don’t care. I let it trail through my hair and bleed into my eyes.

When I stand up, there she is.

“Hey,” she says, leaning against the wall beside the water fountain.

“Nope.” I twist away, headed straight for the men’s locker room.

She latches onto my arm and she tugs me with her instead. My weak, jelly-filled legs follow her as she shoves the door to the ladies’ locker room open and forces me inside.

“What are you doing?” I snap.

She closes the door behind us and blocks me from leaving. “I wanted to talk to you and it’s safer in here where no one will see it.”

“Oh, god forbid someone sees us talking,” I mock. “You didn’t seem to have an issue with anyone seeing you stealing my clothes last night.”

“You had it coming.”

“I had it coming?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Junior, you openly admitted that the only reason why you asked me out in the first place was to sleep with me and get back at my father for telling you to stay away from me.”

“Right, I was
honest
with you from the start,” I point out. “Some girls might consider that
a good thing.
”

She pauses for a second and nods. “Okay…”

“You know…” I shift on my feet. “For a second there, I thought you were having a good time.”

“For a second, I was.” She takes a breath. “Junior, I grew up with a dad that collected women like trading cards. Obviously, I don’t appreciate being treated that way and I don’t put up with it. But to each their own. If you want to keep doing what you’re doing, I’m not here to stop you or judge you. I just ask that you pivot your intentions elsewhere from now on.”

No problem, lady.

“I can do that,” I say, keeping my calm. “Honestly, I think you might be more trouble than you’re worth anyway. I’ve lost interest.”

She twitches. “Is that so?”

“Yeah. Girls like you are too high strung to really let loose the way I like.”

It’s ballsy, and stupid, but I really enjoy the subtle anger boiling the oceans in her eyes right now.

“Fine…” she says, clearing her little throat. “I guess we’re cool then.”

“Totally cool.”
I step around her and grip the door handle. “Excuse me.”

She slides over a little but not far enough for me to open the door to leave. I jerk it open, smacking her ass with it and forcing her forward before stepping back out into the gym.

“Hey, Junior!”

I freeze in my tracks and turn to see Eliza’s dad heading towards me. “Hey, Coach,” I greet.

“Hitting the gym early — I like that,” he notes.

“Yeah, I—”

“Grab a towel and dry off,” he interrupts. “Meet me in my office. I have to talk to you about something.”

Oh, shit.

“Sure, no problem,” I say. “I’ll be right there.”

He nods and passes me by, heading down the hall towards the offices.

My first instinct is to go back into the ladies’ room and tell Eliza but there’s no way I can do that now. Maybe someone saw us last night and reported it to the coach. I thought the arcade would be far enough outside of town that prying eyes wouldn’t be a problem. Was I wrong? Or someone noticed us in the quad before we even left after I had the brilliant idea of shouting out her name.

Fuck.

A chill eases down my spine as I wipe the sweat off and make my way out into the hallway. Is this it? Am I done? Coach only had three rules and I broke the most important one.

Stay away from my daughter.

It was the easiest one and I couldn’t even do that because my dick often runs the entire Junior Morgan show.

Her taste touches my tongue again and I feel even worse than before.

“Come on in, Junior,” he tells me from the doorway. “Close the door behind you.”

I obey and push the door closed. “What’s up, Coach?” I ask. He points to the seat across from him and I fall into it.

“Junior, we need to talk about your future here.”

“My future?”

“I don’t need to ask you where you see yourself in five or ten years because I already know the answer to that,” he says. “You want to go pro, right?”

“Absolutely,” I say without hesitation.

“Then you need to start planning
now
,” he continues. “You don’t want something completely avoidable to get in the way of that. I took the liberty of speaking to your academic adviser and she had a few concerns about your grades.”

“Yeah…” I wince but breathe a little easier. I don’t think Eliza moaning in my van is about to come up in this conversation. “Studying hasn’t always been my strongest area.”

“Mine neither — but if they get any worse, you’ll get put on academic probation and you don’t want that during your senior year. That’s when you really need to focus on the game. Senior year means scouts and drafts and honestly, of every player on this team, you have the best shot of any of them.”

Whoa.

Cary Pierce thinks I can go pro. He said it to my face.