On the Sideline (BSU Football Book 3)

by JB Salsbury

She breaks free for air, and I worry she’s going to tell me we need to slow down or chill out. Instead, she shocks me when she pulls at the hem of her tank and removes both it and her flannel in one swoop, leaving her in nothing but jeans and a navy blue, silk bra.

  My hands reach forward with a mind of their own and I take a few precious minutes to feel the soft skin at her waist, up her ribs to her breasts, and around her back where I pop the hook and peel her bra away. Her breasts are full and tipped with rosy pink. I cup them and groan at the satisfaction of their heat heavy in my palms. “You have the sexiest body.”

  She pulls at my T-shirt and I release her for only as long as it takes to get my shirt over my head and tossed across the room. I expect her to give my chest the same treatment I give hers, but instead she cups my hard-on over my jeans. “So do you.”

  A chuckle rumbles in my chest. “We’ve been depriving each other of what we both want for too long now.”

  She pops the button on my jeans and slides down the zipper, her hand slips down the front of my boxer briefs and grips me with intent.

  A hiss of pleasure rips through me. I wonder how it’s possible to be touched the same way by different women yet have her touch feel so much better. “My turn.” I give her jeans the same treatment, but rather than settling for having them unzipped I shove them roughly down her legs until she’s forced to kick off her shoes to get them off.

  Our lips come together in a rush and our bodies follow suit, her breasts against my ribs, and our hearts pounding. My hands roam the soft skin of her back and I reach down to grab her silk-covered ass. She groans into our kiss and I drink down the sound until I’m drunk with desire.

  I hoist her up and she wraps her legs around me. “Bed.”

  “Hallway, door on the left,” she says against my lips before delving her sweet tongue inside.

  With each step my jeans fall lower and by the time I make it to the king sized bed they’re around my ankles. I place her on the bed, and then kick off my shoes and jeans. With a knee to the mattress I climb over her and her wide eyes track my shoulders, pecs, and abs until I’m seated between her thighs. With nothing between us but the fabric of our underwear, I roll my hips and she sucks in a shuddered breath.

  “Is this okay?” I run my lips along her jawline to her neck, throat, and lower. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

  Her hands dive into my hair and she guides me to her breast. “Never.”

  I smile against her heated skin before licking and sucking the tender flesh. She smells like expensive body wash and tastes like the sweetest fruit. I move lower, kissing down her stomach to her bellybutton where I swirl my tongue around it and her back arches off the bed. If she lights up like this from me kissing her belly, she’ll explode when I get between her legs. The thought of her reaction to my mouth on her sends me back on my knees with urgency. I pull her panties down and nearly choke when I see she’s totally bare between her legs. “Damn, Brat.” I squeeze my hard-on to keep from orgasming, then wonder when was the last time I blew from simply looking at a woman.

  Um, that would be never.

  “What?” There’s a tremor of panic in her voice and she props herself up on her elbows to look down at me. Her knees come together as if she’s afraid I’ve seen something I don’t like.

  I rub the outside of her thigh with my free hand. “Sorry, just…seeing how sexy you are down here almost did me in.” Her knees slowly part again and I gaze down at her sexy as fuck body. “How could you ever look in the mirror and not see the sexiest, most beautiful woman on the planet?”

  “You don’t have to shower me with compliments,” she’s smiling lazily. “You already got me in bed.”

  I run my fingers against her, smooth as velvet, warm, and so wet. “You’re gorgeous, Bex.” I slip a finger inside and her responding sigh followed by the clamp of her tightness has me seeing stars. “So fucking hot.” I slip another finger in and she drops to her back, her lower back arches as she moves with me. I add my mouth to the mix, my lips, tongue, and even teeth until she’s fisting the bedding and making the kind of noises we’d never get away with at my house.

  Her body clenches one last time and she falls apart against my tongue. I slow my movements, gentle my touch, but I can’t bring myself to stop touching her. Finally she squirms away from me and beckons me to join her on the bed. I fall between her thighs and she kisses me and sucks my tongue as if she gets off on tasting herself from my mouth.

  I’m light-headed with need, so when she pushes me to my back I’m helpless to fight her. She crawls down my body the same way I did hers, licking around my belly button until my hips come off the bed in search of contact. She settles on her knees between my legs and lowers herself, her ass in the air which is a visual so hot I nearly burst at her first lick. I grip myself at the base, trying to hold back, but when she takes me deep into her throat, I hold her back. “I won’t last. Not like this.”

  “Another time then?” she says smiling.

  “Condoms. Jeans.” I point to my pants on the floor.

  She scurries to them and brings me back a foil square. “Have you lost the ability to speak in full sentences?”

  “Yes.” I roll on the condom faster than I would’ve thought possible in my herky-jerky state. But once I get it on, I grab her by her hips and settle her on top of me.

  She lifts up, takes me in a tight fist and teases herself. I’ve never been more grateful for the insensitivity condoms bring than I am right now.

  The sounds that fall from her parted lips would be enough to end me, but I hold back for her. I want this to be good for her. The best. I want to rock her world so hard that she can’t think of being with anyone else ever again.

  Bex

  Lost in my own pleasure I’m caught off guard when Loren flips me to my back and pins me to the bed with his hips. I open my mouth to protest, but the words die in my throat when he sinks deep inside me.

  I choke on an invisible gasp, and he takes full advantage, his mouth comes down on mine, and he kisses me as if I’m oxygen and he’s been buried alive.

  I always assumed when people talked about having sexual chemistry that just meant they had good sex. I didn’t realize that there’s something that happens on a cosmic level, on a whole different dimension of consciousness where it feels like two bodies were perfectly designed for the sole purpose of delivering pleasure to the other. His tall, powerful body towers above me, and the raw energy behind every thrust and roll of his hips hits me in places I didn’t know pleasure existed. His mouth, hands, rough grind of his pelvic bone all work with a synergistic force that has me making sounds I never knew I was capable of.

  My lower stomach tightens like a spring and his movements become faster and more determined as he chases my release down while going after his own. When the first wave hits me, he follows, and in a joint explosion of stars and strobe lights, we both fall over the edge in a bottomless free fall. I have had enough orgasms in my life to know this one is different—longer, deeper, and I feel it everywhere. Even in my ears.

  He drops his forehead to my throat and kisses my chest. “You’re heart feels like it’s about to jump out of your ribs.” He kisses me again. “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

  “Me too.” I blow out a breath and try to slow my racing pulse, all while feeling the urge to push him to his back and start all over from the beginning.

  “I’m going to get rid of this.” He rolls off of me, leaving me bare and satiated beneath the cool breeze of the ceiling fan. When he comes back to bed, he lays down next to me, and pulls me to him so my cheek is against his chest. I wonder if the lights were on if I’d be self-conscious to be lying here with him above the covers, completely exposed.

  As beautiful as he thinks I am, I don’t think I would be.

  “I love you, Bex.”

  I shoot up to sitting so fast it throws off my equilibrium, and I grip my skull to stay conscious.

  “Whoa, are you alright?” He
sits up, too, and pulls my hand away from my head. “Is it what I said or are you sick?”

  “It’s what you said.” I have a hard time looking at him, mostly because I’m terrified I’ll see the lie in his eyes.

  “Oh, well, I wanted to say it earlier but I figured you’d be less likely to believe me if I said it while I was inside you.” He narrows his eyes with a crooked grin. “You do believe me, don’t you?”

  I take a moment to read his expression, the light from outside and the hallway the only illumination on his face. His gaze is sincere, and he’s never done or said anything that would make me doubt his feelings. I assumed love couldn’t develop between two people so quickly, but what if I’m wrong? What if what I’ve been feeling for Loren this whole time is love?

  “I believe you.”

  “Good.” He scoots closer, cups my jaw, and I realize just like the night of the formal when he undressed me for the shower, even though I’m completely naked before him, he keeps his gaze on my face. “I really love you.” He kisses me once, closed mouth, and then again.

  I close my eyes and whisper, “I think…”

  Another kiss, and one more, this one a little longer with parted lips. “Yeah?”

  I feel him smile against my mouth.

  “I love you, too.”

  He’s on me again, this time without a gentle prelude, his tongue dips between my lips, his hand between my legs. “You’re not going to regret letting me love you.”

  How the hell did he learn to pleasure a woman’s body like this?

  He kisses me again, and my gosh, how I love kissing him. “I’m going to be so good to you, you’re never going to let me go.”

  “We’ll see about that,” I say playfully, as another release comes speeding to the surface.

  “Brat,” he says, smiling against my lips, and then he goes right ahead being good to me over and over again.

  Epilogue

  Bex

  “I think you ladies are full of shit,” Kaipo says from his sprawled out position on the cool deck with his eyes closed, chin tilted toward the moon. “I don’t feel anything.”

  I close my eyes and drop my head back a little more. “It takes longer than two minutes.”

  “Two minutes is about as long as he can last, isn’t that right, Kaip?” Spider says from his spot on the other side of the hot tub, his back flattened to the deck with his wife in the same position at his side.

  Kaipo chuckles. “I don’t know, why don’t you send Emery over here and put it to the test.”

  “Fuck you,” Spider says, but I can hear the smile in his voice.

  “If we really want to test our moonbathing theory,” Rowan says in her most authoritative voice. “You guys are going to have to be quiet and focus.”

  I feel Loren’s fingers intertwine with mine. I crack an eyelid and find him staring at me.

  “It’s working for me,” he says, never taking his eyes off me. “I totally feel it.”

  I roll my lips between my teeth and shake my head. “Cheater,” I whisper. “You’re supposed to close your eyes.”

  “You don’t know what happens behind these eyelids when I close them around you.” He props himself up on an elbow and looks down the length of my body and back up again. “The fantasies are endless.”

  “Hey!” Rowan barks, sitting up and glaring at Loren. “You can’t look at her! You have to focus on the moon. Now you’ve introduced an independent variable so our results are going to be all jacked—whoa!” Carey pulls her down and on top of him. “Does no one here respect the scientific process?”

  He silences her with a kiss and when they finally break a part he mumbles, “You know I can’t resist you when you talk like a scientist.”

  “Wait! Hold on, I think…”

  We all swivel our heads to look at Kaipo who is humping the air above him.

  “I can’t unsee that,” Loren groans.

  “I think I feel something,” Kaipo says, his hips lifting and rolling. “Oh, yeah… wait…” He does a few sharp pelvic thrusts and then says, “Nope. My dick is just telling me he’s not feeling shit.” He sits up and looks at us all looking at him. “I need to find some single friends.” He pushes up to stand. “You coupled up assholes do nothing for me.”

  Emery shoots to sitting up. “I don’t think we can do this experiment with the guys here.” Spider sneaks his hand up his wife’s thigh only to have her bat it away. “They can’t focus.”

  I prop myself up on my elbows bringing my face inches from Loren’s so I press my lips to his. “They are very distracting.”

  “I’d love to show you just how distracting I can be.”

  “I bet you would.” I tilt my head to the side as he kisses up my throat.

  “I’m tired all of the sudden.” He nips at my earlobe. “I think we should say goodnight and go to bed.”

  I wrench myself back and look at him. “It’s eight o’clock on a Friday, and the whole reason we came to your place is to socialize since we’ve been spending every night for the last two weeks at my place.”

  “Yeah, you guys can’t run off yet,” Rowan says while trying to wiggle her way off her boyfriend who isn’t letting her go easily. “I thought we were going to play Trivial Pursuit. I’ve been studying Sports & Leisure for two days.”

  Spider cocks a brow at Emery. “You said we were going to play strip Trivial Pursuit.”

  “I said what I had to say to get you to agree.”

  “Rowan, as always dinner was amazing,” Loren says and stands. “But this moonbathing shit is exhausting so I’m taking my woman to bed.”

  I make a show of being put out by his unquenchable need for me, but on the inside I’m thrilled. “Fine, I guess we’re out.”

  “Us, too,” Carey says, taking Rowan’s hand and getting her to her feet. “Think of it this way, baby.” He kisses her pouting lip. “Your theory that moonbeams cause horniness is probably true.”

  “Except that you guys are always horny.”

  “That’s also true.” Spider drags Emery into the hot tub with him and settles her on his lap.

  “Coffee in the morning,” I say to Rowan and Emery, who both agree. “Goodnight.”

  Loren and I walk hand in hand back inside, and Kaipo is on his phone, asking a girl over.

  “Where’s your brother?” I ask as we head upstairs.

  “No clue. I think he’s dating someone but he never talks about her or brings her by.” He leads me into his room, and closes the door. “He seems happy though.”

  “That’s good,” I say as he slips his fingers under the straps of my bathing suit and peels them off my shoulders. His mouth lands on my neck and he trails kisses down my throat. “I wonder why he wouldn’t bring her by though.”

  He hums against my skin.

  “Do you think he’s embarrassed? Or maybe he’s with someone you wouldn’t approve of?”

  Another neutral hum.

  “Oh, what if he’s gay!”

  His mouth freezes on my collarbone and he pulls back slowly. “Any chance we could put a pin in this conversation about my brother and his sex life? It’s killin’ my moonbathing boner.”

  “Fair enough.” I unlace the top of his swim trunks and walk backwards, pulling him with me to his bed. His sexy smirk is something I always feel in intimate places. I lean in and kiss him and we manage to undress each other without looking.

  He sits on the edge of his bed and pulls me to straddle his lap.

  “Condom,” I breathe against his lips.

  “Come home with me for Spring Break.”

  I lean back to gauge his expression.

  He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t want to be without you for two weeks, and I think you’d love the farm. There’s a lake at the edge of our property full of all sorts of slimy things—frogs, snakes, lizards…” He trails off when I don’t respond and kisses me, soft and sexy. “My parents are dying to meet you. I hate the idea of you spending even an hour with your
bitchass family and—”

  “You had me at slimy things.” I slide my hands over his shoulders and lock them behind his neck. “I’d love to go to Tennessee with yo—”

  His mouth meets mine with a hunger that makes my head spin.

  I break the kiss and hold my finger over his lips. “I should probably warn you, there’s a good chance I’m going to fall in love with your family.”

  He kisses the tip of my finger. “I’m banking on it.”

  Loren

  “Just touch it!” Bex, looking cute as shit wearing a pair of my old waders, thigh-deep in the lake that butts up to my family’s acreage, holds out a slimy salamander.

  “No way.” I shake my head. “I don’t want it.”

  She tilts her head and blows curls from her high ponytail out of her face. “Look how cute she is.” She shoves the creature at me again, making me flinch.

  “Bex, honey,” my mom says from her spot a few feet away, holding her own lake demon. “What kind is this?”

  Bex walks to her and squints through her glasses. “That’s a marbled salamander. A male. See the silvery white bands there? Females are gray.”

  “A boy?” My mom holds him up to eye level. “I’m gonna name you Thomas.”

  I roll my eyes and Bex smiles big and mouths, I love your mom.

  I mouth back, I love you. “Now put that thing down so I can kiss you.”

  “Why don’t you come make me,” she fires back with a smirk.

  “Go on now, Thomas.” My mom releases her new friend into the pond. “Go back to your family.” Her eyes lift to mine and she smiles. “Just hold the salamander, it won’t hurt you.”

  “I don’t want to, mom. Hard pass.”

  “Don’t mind him, Bex.” She dips her head, searching around knee deep in her waders for her next victim. “He’s always been a bit of a sissy around snakes and such.”

  “You don’t say,” Bex says, laughter in her voice.

  “She knows, mom.” I shake my head thinking bringing Bex to the farm was a big mistake. “But thanks for talking me up.”