by Cary Stone
“I didn’t know we would have guests. Nice to meet you Katelyn.” He struggled to give an intelligent response.
“Nice to meet you, Luke.” I smiled at him, and then gave him a small wink.
It was hard to read him. I didn’t know if he was happy or not to see me.
The mother announced that dinner was ready. Everyone began to move to the dinning room to sit down to eat.
“You look different.” He whispered to me before we sat down.
“How so?” I asked back eager to figure out if he liked my new look.
“More mature.” He muttered.
“Well, I am more mature, after the last boy dumped me, I’ve learned to move on. Now, I date only men.”
That was obviously a dig at him and I could tell he got really upset.
Luke’s parents hadn’t figured out that I knew their son. In fact, I enjoyed treating him like a stranger. Every time that I pretended not to know him, Luke would get upset and turn a little red.
After dinner, the parents went into the kitchen to clean up.
“What are you doing here?” Luke immediately asked me when his parents were out of sight.
“Having a Thanksgiving dinner with my roommate and her family. What else does it look like?”
“I think you came here to see me.” He said defiantly.
I laughed so hard out loud, “Hardly.” Then started to walk away.
He stopped me, “I know you came to see me. That’s why you are all dressed up. You wanted me to see you this way so I knew what I was missing out on.”
“I got dressed up because I can. I did not do it for you. Plus, I have a new boyfriend now anyways.” I lied about the boyfriend.
That almost took him over the edge. He got super pissed.
“You have a fucking boyfriend?” He stared directly at me.
“Yeah, and he is really cute too.” Jessica now injected herself into the conversation. I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying this more than me.
“Shut up Jessica, this conversation does not concern you.” He snapped at her.
“I can’t believe you. You are not the person I thought you were.” He said that like he was disappointed in me.
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have dumped me.”
I almost felt bad that I was lying to him. Sure, I wanted him to desire me again, but maybe this was not the best approach. The boyfriend idea just popped into my head and I went with it.
“So is this how your new boyfriend likes you to dress? I never thought you needed makeup, blond hair, and some slutty dress to look hot. I liked you the way you were.”
It was almost sweet, but I didn’t like the slutty dress comment.
“I like the way I look now, and guys seem to pay a lot more attention to me.”
“I get it. You’re hot, and now you know it. I just liked you better when you were …”
“Were, what? Someone you could control. Sorry buster, you had your chance and you blew it.” With that comment, I walked off.
Luke grabbed his sister and went down the hallway. I could only make out a little bit what they were saying. I heard things like “You did this to her,” and “Now you made her a slut.”
Jessica came back and grabbed me. She told me that I better back off and stop with the new boyfriend comments. Luke was threatening to leave.
Dessert was served and everyone sat down at the dinner table again. Luke kept staring at me the whole time. He was really making me feel uncomfortable.
“Katelyn, did you say that you had a boyfriend?” The mother asked me again.
I looked over at Luke. I thought for sure his head was going to explode. His face was red with anger.
“Nope I’m single.” I said, and then smirked at Luke.
I could tell his head was spinning right about now. Then he tried to make me uncomfortable, “I thought you said you had a boyfriend.”
“Nope, I don’t. But, sometimes I tell guys I don’t like that I have a boyfriend so they leave me alone.” I was smarter than him. Now, I got the last laugh.
“You are so pretty and smart, I bet you have guys constantly knocking at your door.” The mother really seemed to lay it on. It was actually refreshing to here someone comment on my looks. I was such a plain Jane growing up. People only ever commented on my brain.
“Katelyn, I understand that you are staying over with us. We have a guest room made up for you downstairs.” The mother offered.
“Yes, and thank you.”
“Why is she staying over?” Luke looked at his mother.
“Mind your manners son. That is no way to treat our guest.” The father gave a stern talking to his son.
“I’m sorry about my son, he should know better than to make a guest feel uncomfortable.” The father assured me that I was still welcome.
The rest of the night I hung out and played games with the family. Luke tried to be a good sport the whole evening, but I could feel the tension in the room. I really fell in love with the family. In a way, it broke my heart that I was not Luke’s girlfriend, and thus, not technically a part of the family.
It was now getting late, and everyone decided to call it a night and head off to bed. I guess Luke was staying over as well. He, and everyone else, went off to their rooms.
I retired to the guest bedroom and was pleased to see that it was very cozy. The bed had a floral pattern that I didn’t much care for, but it was very comfy. I wondered what Luke’s bedroom was like. I guess he and Jessica’s rooms were upstairs.
I put on my PJ’s, turned off the light, and jumped into bed.
As I was about to fall asleep, I got a text from Luke. It surprised me since I thought he had deleted my number.
“Why did you tell me you had a boyfriend?” The text read.
Geez, he was still upset over that. I decided to ignore the text hoping that he would text me again.
The next text read, “I miss you.”
Awe, that was so sweet. It was what I was hoping for. I knew my plan was working.
I immediately text back, “I miss you too.”
That was a mistake because the next text I got was, “I’m sorry we can’t be together.”
I fucking hate these games. Just when I thought I had him, he backed away.
I figured I would step things up. I was not going to spend all night sending meaningless texts.
I slipped out of my clothes, grabbed my phone, and then snapped a naked selfie of me.
I texted it to Luke with the caption, “Look what you can never have again.”
It was stupid of me, but I knew it would get his attention.
I waited, but he didn’t text back. Now I was really regretting doing that.
About ten minutes went by when I heard a knock at my door.
He came into my room, closed the door behind him, and stood there with his back against the door. I wrapped myself in the bed covers since I was still naked underneath.
“What do you think you are doing here?” I asked pretending to be annoyed by his presence.
“Like I said, I missed you.”
“I thought you said we couldn’t be together.”
“You know what, screw my coach!”
“But what about your football career?
“Forget football, I love you Katelyn and I don’t want anything to get between us again.”
Those were the words that I had been waiting to here. I loved him so much. Now, we could finally be together again.
“Where are you? It’s dark in this room.” He asked.
I switched on the lamp next to the bed signaling him to come to me.
“I love you, I want you.” He said as he approached the bed.
I threw the covers off me. There I was, lying on the bed completely naked with my legs slightly spread open inviting him to come in.
I watched as he began to undress in front of me. He removed his shirt and I longed to feel his muscular physique. He was undoing his pants when I walked over to him. I
reached my hand into his boxer briefs and he was already hard.
“Take me now Luke. I can’t wait any longer.” I begged him. I needed him to pleasure me right now. It had been a month since he was last in me.
I sat back down on the bed, waiting for him to come to me. He climbed onto the bed, bracing himself over me. I was desperate to feel him inside me once more.
Our lips met and I could feel his strong hands surveying my body. I got goose bumps as he nibbled on my ear before moving towards my breasts.
His fingers traced the outer edges of breasts as he licked, then sucked on my nipples.
I laid flat on my back as I watched him kiss my body from head to toe. The anticipation of him eventually coming inside me drove me crazy. But, he took his time.
I sensed him kissing my feet and I felt as if I was a princess. There was no part of my body he would not explore. His mouth moved back towards my inner thighs, kissing me ever so lightly. I was already so wet when he began to pleasure me down there. His course tongue knowing just how much pressure I needed. I could feel the pleasure building, particularly as he delighted my clit with his mouth.
Luke looked up and our eyes met. It was time. I wanted him inside me. No, I needed him to be inside me now.
He spread my legs open, and I let out a deep sigh as he slowly started to insert himself into me.
He grabbed my thighs and then slowly pushed himself deep inside me.
His movements were slow and sensual to begin with. He was going to take his time to enjoy me, as was I to enjoy him.
I grabbed him tighter each time he thrust deeper inside me.
The room was dark but I still could still make out his beautiful face. He continued to kiss my lips, pausing briefly so he could stare into my eyes, as our bodies connected.
The emotions of love and lust overwhelmed me as I grabbed his buttocks pulling him tighter.
His pace hastened, taking me harder and faster with each thrust.
My eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head as I clinched the bed sheets. He knew how to hit all the right spots as if he could read my mind, knowing exactly what I wanted.
I could fell it building up inside me as I moaned, trying to prevent myself from screaming in pleasure. My heart rate accelerated and I could not control myself much longer.
He thrust deeper and harder, pounding me until the sensation overtook my conscience and my mind filled with ecstasy.
With one final thrust, I felt his warm release inside me. Gripping the bed sheets with my hands, I squealed, trying to mute myself as I came harder than ever before.
My body shivered uncontrollably after my orgasm for what felt like eternity.
He pulled out and lay beside me. Our connection was so strong that I didn’t want to let him to ever leave me again.
“Hold me tighter.” I asked of him.
I felt his strong arms encircle my body. He sure knew how to make a girl feel as if she were the only thing that mattered in the world.
The sex with him before today was raw and pleasurable. But, this time tonight it was different. It felt even more intense. Intense not just from a physical perspective, but from an emotional one. Tonight, we were one as we made love.
Luke stayed with me the whole night confirming his dedication of our love. I nestled into his strong arms and he held me tighter. I felt as if he would never let me go. It was the comforting feeling that I had longed for. From this day forward, I knew there was nothing that could keep us apart. At least, that is what I wanted to believe.
CHAPTER SEVEN: TAKING A CHANCE
Thanksgiving had taken on a whole new meaning for me. I was thankful for him, and he was equally as giving. I know that sounds so cliché. But, it was true.
We continued to see each other almost every day from that point on. We both knew the risks. His coach was very clear with him that he was not to see me if he ever wanted any chance of a football career.
We were spending so much time together that it was difficult to hide our relationship from others. We didn’t like being secretive, and I constantly worried that word would get around about our relationship. My biggest fear was that the coach would find out and Luke would either have to break up with me, or lose his football career.
Sadly, my worst fears were realized. Luke came over to my dorm room one night and told me the coach had found out about our relationship. Luke was really upset. He told the coach his relationship with me was none of the team’s business. The coach felt otherwise.
“What are you going to do?” I asked him fearing his response.
“I have no choice.” He said as he sat down with me on my bed.
“I understand, and I won’t ever blame you. I promise.” Those words made me start to cry. I knew that I had lost him for good. I could not expect him to sacrifice his career for some freshman girl. He had worked his whole life preparing for a chance at a professional football career. If he were kicked off the team, it was an almost certainty that he would never be given the opportunity to play in the big leagues.
“I quit the team!” He asserted with confidence.
I was shocked. He chose me over his career. A part of me wanted to jump up and down like someone who had just won the lottery. In a way I did, he was the ultimate prize. My prince, my lover, and my everything. But, I knew it was unfair to him. He would have to give up everything for me, and I didn’t have to make a sacrifice. I worried that he would resent me forever.
“I can’t let you do that. What about your future? You can’t just quite football over some girl,” I protested. My heart sank when I told him that. I loved him so much. I couldn’t bear to loose him. But, I didn’t want to be responsible for destroying his football dreams.
He hesitated before he spoke. “You’re right…”
My heart sank.
He continued, “I can’t quit football over some girl. Good thing you’re not just any girl. You are the girl that I love, and I’m not going to risk loosing you again.”
I was so excited to hear him say that and I could stop myself from jumping on him this time.
“Hey, don’t tackle the kicker.” He laughed.
He was so adorable. Even with his football career over he was still able to joke and have fun with me.
“Oh, there is one more thing I need to ask of you.” He looked up at me as I lay above him on the bed.
“Whatever you want.” I eagerly awaited his response.
“Christmas is around the corner, and since we are really serious now, I was wondering how you would feel about coming home with me to meet my parents. I have a feeling they will love you.”
We both laughed.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cary Stone is a romance author focusing on the contemporary adult romance genre. Heroes are typically alpha male characters who are successful, sexy, and seductive lovers. Heroines are usually coming of age, dream chasers, and have a vivacious appetitive for hot steamy romance.
Cary has been a lifelong writer and avid reader, particularly of romance and love stories. Prior to writing full-time, he practiced law as an attorney and was also a professional male model, having appeared in print and television. A romantic at heart, Cary loves watching sappy romance movies and looking for ways to bring that romance into his personal life.
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With Love,
Cary Stone
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