Falling For You (Love In All Seasons Book 2)

by Frankie Love

  I’m so fucking close to coming. I close my eyes, imagining that I’m the one person Ava was open with. Picturing her lying in my bed, naked under the covers, spooning her warm body against mine, sharing her secrets with me.

  Trusting me with them.

  God, it gets me so worked up picturing it. I come hard, my seed spurting from my ripe tip. My head rests against the door as I catch my breath. God, I wish she’d see me as more than a jock.

  I clean myself up and splash water on my face. I need to get it together.

  Walking downstairs for the broom, I pass Connor and James where they’re playing Madden on the PS4.

  “You show her how filthy-dirty you can be?” Connor asks with a laugh. “When she walked in here, I could tell she needed to be--”

  “Fuck off,” I growl, cutting him off.

  “Dude, I’m just messing.” He raises a hand in defense, fingers on the controller.

  I shake my head. “Don’t mess with her. She’s mine, understood?”

  Ignoring the raised brows, I turn toward the kitchen and run into Ava who is standing in the entrance. She’s holding the broom, eyes wide.

  “You hear all that?” I ask wondering just how much of a Neanderthal she must think I am. And here I was hoping to move past the fucking jock stereotype.

  She nods.

  But surprisingly, she doesn’t slap me for calling her mine, for staking a claim.

  Instead, she gives me the softest smile, a look that is so sweet, so fucking tender it makes me crazy with want.

  “Are you coming to the room to help me clean?” she asks.

  I swallow running a hand through my hair. “You want me to?”

  She simply nods, moving past me. I take hold of her wrist.

  I’m going to be the man who leads the way.

  Ava

  “Don’t mess with her. She’s mine.”

  Andy’s words play in my head, screwing with my emotions, my resolve, my...everything. Because he made a claim of me. Sure, it’s something my feminist mother has tried to lecture out of me ever wanting.

  “You belong to no one but yourself, Ava.”

  And I don’t. Never have.

  But right now, I want to belong to him. Just once, I want to give my body, heart, and soul to another person. I have no doubt I’ll regret it, and I know I can’t expect anything more from Andy Stafford than sex, but still... I can’t ignore the fire that sizzles at the spot where our flesh connects as he drags me back up to his bedroom.

  Fire.

  Energy.

  Sparks.

  I’ve never felt them the way I do with Andy. It’s like he has some wicked power over me that has me wanting things I’ve never wanted before.

  When he pulls me into his room, he shuts the bedroom door, his breathing rough, eyes dark, and I swear my knees are about to give out on me. And he’s still holding my damn hand, fingers twined like he’s not about to release me.

  “So...” I swallow. “Where do we start?”

  “How about with the bed.”

  “Hmm?” I whimper.

  His lips twitch. “Help me make the bed, Ava.”

  “Oh. Right.” Shit. I may not make it out of here in one piece. At least not with my dignity still intact.

  He moves to the other side of the bed and tosses me a clean fitted sheet, which I start to pull over the mattress. Silently, we fit the rest of the bed, but I’m aware of his eyes on me, watching, but not saying anything.

  When we’re done, I say without thinking, “There, all ready for your next conquest.”

  I see him tense. “I don’t have girls up here, Ava.”

  “Yeah, right.” I lean down to pick up another book, this one the Queen of Spades by Pushkin and shaking my head at his unique literary choices place it on the dresser beside Tolstoy.

  When I turn, Andy is right there, inches from me, the heat of his body pulling me like a magnet.

  Danger, my brain warns. But I’ve been listening to my brain for twenty-one years. Maybe it’s time I let my body make a few choices.

  “I don’t bring girls up here, Ava,” he repeats.

  “I’m here.”

  He nods. “You are.”

  Intense, primal, he dips his head, his eyes dark with hunger. He’s the bad boy my mother warned me about, but the funny thing is, I want him to have his way with me.

  “You’re so damn beautiful, Ava,” he says, cupping my jaw, tilting my face towards his.

  Run, my brain screams. Stay, my body demands.

  “My friends warned me about you.”

  His lips thin and he gives a small nod. “But you’re still here. Seconds away from me kissing you.”

  I whimper. “I... I don’t--”

  His mouth silences whatever protest my brain was trying to articulate. Lips crash against mine, and all reason, all sanity is gone. All that’s left is pleasure, and it races through me, igniting my core. Lips, tongues, hands, they dance in an uncontrolled rhythm. His hips grind between my thighs, and he lifts me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and pressing my back against the door.

  If I thought I understood the hunger in his gaze earlier, I was wrong. This is so much more.

  I whimper when his hand goes under my shirt, rough, calloused palms connecting with my skin.

  “Shit, Ava,” he says, pulling back slightly, meeting my gaze. “I didn’t mean to push you like this, I know you’re a--”

  “Don’t say the word.” My cheeks warm in embarrassment. I’m not sure who told him, but I have my suspicions that it was Lola.

  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He still has me pressed against the door, his huge frame holding my weight easily. “I just don’t want to hurt you.”

  But he will. Because I’ve already given this boy a part of my heart. And now I want to give him my body.

  “Just... just be gentle.”

  His eyes widen with the permission I’ve just given him. “You’re sure?”

  I tug his head closer in response, taking his kiss, taking some control, and he groans against my mouth. He draws me to his freshly made bed and pulls me into his lap. I’m straddling him. I’m actually straddling Andy Stafford.

  And oh, my god, it feels good.

  “You feel that?” he asks as he lifts my flimsy tank top up over my head. He tosses it aside, adding it the pile of the rest of the laundry strewn about his room.

  “I do,” I say in a whisper. His thick cock rubs against my pussy and I close my eyes, savoring the moment, the way it feels. So damn good.

  His chest is bare, and our flesh connects. “You’re so beautiful, Ava.”

  My eyes flutter open. I want to ask him if I’m so pretty why had he never bothered with me before, but before I can he’s unhooking my bra with an experienced hand. He eases the straps from my shoulder and groans in pleasure.

  “Damn, I have no fucking clue why I waited so long to talk to you.”

  My eyebrows raise, taking in his words. “Then why did you?”

  He laughs gently, massaging my breasts with his large hands. “Are you kidding me? You’re way out of my league.”

  “Says the guy with a contract with the NFL.”

  He shakes his head and I see a flicker of sadness there. “That doesn’t define me.” I’ve never seen a vulnerable side to Andy. Not unless you count him dancing during our bet. He really put himself out there with that one.

  But this is different.

  “I’d think a guy like you--”

  He cuts me off. “You don’t know me, Ava.”

  I swallow, knowing he’s probably right. I have a lot of ideas about Andy Stafford but I’ve never been up close and personal with him. Not until right now.

  “I’m sorry,” I say. “You’re right.”

  “Hey,” he says, his nose nudging mine. “It’s all good. Let’s not let anything ruin this moment. Okay, beautiful?”

  “You really think I’m beautiful?”

  “Oh, girl,” he says, his hot bre
ath on my ear. “I think you’re the hottest house cleaner I’ve ever seen.”

  I smile then, the tension in the moment drifting away as Andy rolls me onto my back, standing before me and sliding off his grey sweatpants.

  When he does, I gasp with wide eyes.

  “Scared of what you see?” he asks, stroking himself.

  I bite my bottom lip, trying to think of the word. “Ne ispugalsya, gotov.”

  He lifts his eyebrows. “I’m guessing that’s Russian, but what does that mean?”

  “Not scared, ready.”

  He grins. “Good, because Ava, so am I.”

  Andy

  When I pull off her little running shorts, I bite down on my bottom lip. Damn, Ava is so fucking perfect it makes my cock ache with want. She has no clue what a treasure she is, but I plan on making sure she understands exactly how I feel about her.

  There will be plenty of time to show her I’m more than a dumb jock. That I am her man. But now isn’t the time for conversation.

  Now is the time to make my girl scream my motherfucking name.

  “Let me look at you,” I say, nudging her knees apart, wanting to see her pretty untapped pussy for what it is. Mine.

  I know she is nervous, but I also know she wants this.

  As she drops her knees, I see how nice and wet she is. “You weren’t kidding,” I say playfully. “You are ready for me.”

  “Do you like what you see?” She covers her face. “God, I can’t believe I’m asking such insecure questions. It’s just you’ve done this so many times before and I …” her words peter off.

  “I’ve never done this with you though, so it’s a first for both of us.” I take her hands, pulling them away from her face. “Look at me, Ava.”

  She does, her eyelashes batting hard, her dark hair loose around her shoulders, the rise and fall of her bare breasts so intoxicating.

  “Ava, you have nothing to be insecure about. Do you know what I was doing when I was supposed to be getting you a broom earlier?”

  She shakes her head.

  “I was in the bathroom, jacking off to the idea of you in my bedroom. That is how badly I want to fuck you. That is how hot I think you are.”

  “You did not,” she says, her cheeks red.

  “I did.” I move my body closer to her, taking her hand and placing it on my hard thick cock. “This is what you do to me. Make me crazy with want. With desire. I want to put my cock in your pretty cunt so fucking badly, Ava. Let me.”

  Her breath is ragged as she runs her fingers up and down my shaft and I ease my fingers inside her warm pussy. I want to open her up a bit before I give her my cock, the last thing I want to do is hurt my virgin girl.

  “You’re so tight, baby,” I say, running my fingers against her, her clit a throbbing, needy ball of pleasure, and I lower my mouth, needing to taste her before I fuck her.

  “Ohh, yes,” she whimpers as my tongue rolls over her most tender place. She tastes so sweet, exactly as I’d guess. Pure and innocent and so damn ripe and juicy.

  I know she loves it because her knees drop even further, giving me all the access in the world to her slit. I run my tongue up and down her until she is squirming and panting for breath. Then I add a second finger, opening her up like she wants. Like she needs.

  “Mhhhmm,” she moans, the pleasure mounting inside her. I flick her clit with my finger, over and over again until she can’t bear it any longer. She screams my name. “Oh, Andy, oh God, yes.”

  She comes against my hand and my cock is begging to bury itself inside her tight little cunt. I pull on a condom, then I lower myself over her perfect body and ease my shaft where it belongs.

  “I love it when you scream my name.”

  She closes her eyes, her face glowing. “I bet everyone in this frat house heard me.”

  “If they didn’t, they will when I get you off for a second time.”

  I move deeper inside here, inch by inch, not wanting her to cry out in pain, only in pleasure. She wraps her arms around my neck as if needing to hold tightly to something. I won’t let her go.

  When I fill her up completely, her legs wrap around me, we rock together finding a delicious rhythm I know she wasn’t expecting. But I do know it’s one she wanted. I want her first time to be special, and as I cradle her in my arms, my thick cock thrusting inside her pink pussy, our eyes lock.

  “This is perfect, Andy,” she whispers.

  And it is.

  After we finish, I roll off her, lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling.

  Holy shit. That may have just been the best sex of my life. No, it was the best sex of my life. It was more than just fucking it was... Hell, I don’t know what it was, but I want more. Need more.

  Ava stirs beside me and I lace my fingers with hers, still not trusting my body to move.

  “You okay?” I ask.

  No answer.

  Alarm bells ring in my head.

  I shift up on my elbow and look down at her. Her cheeks are still pink from exertion, her lips swollen from my kisses, but her eyes have turned guarded.

  “Did I hurt you?” Fear stirs in my chest.

  She gives a small shake of her head. “No. That was... It was amazing.”

  “It really was.” A smile tugs at my lips and I lean down and kiss her, but damn if it isn’t different. It’s like she’s tensed up, already pulled away, even though she’s still right here.

  “Almost too perfect,” she adds, her words instantly changing the mood.

  Hell if I’m going to let her think this was a mistake. But then she did just give her v-Card to one of Oak Ridge’s infamous bad boys, so I understand her trepidation.

  What she doesn’t realize is, that this wasn’t just sex for me. It was more. She’s mine. And I’m going to make sure everyone on campus knows it.

  “I should go.” She starts to stir, but I stop her.

  Running my knuckles down her bare shoulder, I feel her tremble under my touch. “Stay.”

  “I think... I think this... this was a mistake... I...” She’s moving away from me, rolling out of bed and searching frantically for her clothes.

  “Ava, stop.” I find my own pants and slip my legs into them.

  She’s at the door, looking thoroughly fucked and ready to bolt. I step in front of her.

  “This wasn’t a mistake.”

  A small hysterical laugh leaves her lips. “For you maybe, but you’re used to screwing half the campus.”

  “Ouch.”

  “Sorry.” She blinks away tears, and won’t meet my gaze. “I shouldn’t have said that. And I shouldn’t have done... this. Can we just forget that it happened?”

  “Not possible even if I wanted to, Ava.” I wrap my arms around her waist. “Go out with me.”

  “What? No.”

  “Tomorrow night. Dinner and a movie. A real date.”

  She looks up at me then. “I can’t... date you.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because... so many things.”

  “Name one.”

  “Because you’re you.”

  I chuckle. “Not really a reason. But I will tell you my ego is getting a little bruised.”

  “Pretty sure your ego is just fine.” She pulls back, still flustered, eyes darting around the room. When they land on the window, I don’t doubt she may just jump out to escape me. “I have to go.”

  With a sigh, I step away from the door, but as she flies out of the room and down the stairs I call after her, “This isn’t over.”

  In fact, if I have my way, it’s only just the beginning.

  Ava

  In the car ride to the party supply shop, I try to ignore Casey’s questions. They haven’t really stopped for the last few days. She’s as confused as I am over the entire Andy Stafford debacle.

  Because yes, that is what it is now. An actual debacle. Because apparently, when you sleep with a guy like Andy, in his frat house, and scream his name not once, but twice, mid-orgasm, p
eople hear.

  And people talk.

  “Look, can we just drop it?” I say. She leaves the topic alone as she pulls into the coffee shop drive-thru. We need pumpkin spice lattes if we’re going to buy Halloween decorations.

  After the barista hands us our drinks, Casey gets right back to it though. “Look, I just don’t get it. You said the sex was amazing. You both wanted it. He even asked you out. So, why are you giving him the cold shoulder?” How do I explain to Casey that I have daddy issues without her rolling her eyes? But there’s a reason I don’t want to be in a relationship.

  “I don’t exactly believe in happily-ever-afters, Casey,” I say as we drive toward the party supply store. “Why would I? My own father walked out on me when I was a little girl, never looking back.”

  “I know.” She frowns, looking over at me. “I know, sweetie, but Andy... he’s so hot.”

  She isn’t wrong there.

  But it isn’t his sex appeal that has me all strung out. It’s more than that.

  Sleeping with Andy was one thing -- one amazing, life-altering thing -- but when I was in his arms, looking up at him, I felt something. Something that terrified me. I could fall for that man. Hard and fast and deep and forever.

  And no one falls without getting hurt. I don’t want a broken heart, and I certainly don’t want to forget my priorities. Mainly, graduating with honors, getting into a top-notch graduate program, and becoming a professor myself one day. There aren’t a ton of gigs for Russian Lit majors, and so the competition is fierce. I can’t let a manwhore like Andy come between me and my future.

  “Can we just drop it, for now, Cas?”

  Pulling into the parking lot she nods. “Sorry for pushing you, I just know how you get in your head sometimes.”

  “Sometimes?” I snort.

  “Exactly.” She smiles, turning off the ignition. “And I know you have big goals, but maybe you can also just have a little fun.”

  I scoff. “I am having fun. I’m in a sorority. I had crazy hot sex two days ago. Basically, I’m living my best life.”