The Jock: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (North Woods University Book 6)

by J. L. Beck

  I withhold the need to roll my eyes. “You’re telling me that fighting in school is as bad as the dean screwing a student?”

  “Touché.” He chuckles. “But considering that the student was willing and is now my wife, and Brad didn’t want to get his nose broken, I would have to say yes. What you did is worse.”

  “Bullshit, double standard,” I mutter under my breath and shake my head. “What’s the damage? Am I going to jail? Getting a spanking?”

  “Well, Brad’s nose is broken, and I talked him out of pressing charges thankfully. Coach Willard was ungodly mad when I told him that I would be suspending you from a game, but there are repercussions for your actions, and I had to do something. Hopefully, you learn your lesson, and you don’t end up back in here.”

  “No promises, chief. As long as there are douchebags like him, then there will be assholes like me.”

  Dean Miller chuckles. “You remind me of my brother, Remington.”

  “You mean he’s an arrogant asshole too?” I grin.

  “Something like that.” He smirks, but then the smile fades from his face, and his features turn serious. “No more breaking noses, Cage. I’m serious. If football means anything to you, you need to stay on the straight and narrow.”

  I grit my teeth, and my molars grind together.

  If football means anything to you…

  It’s like he knows.

  “If it helps, I didn’t do it because he was looking at me. He said something to someone I care about, and I wasn’t going to let him cut her down with his words.”

  He nods. “Yeah, well, sometimes you have to bite your tongue. I know it’s hard, but it’s that way with all things in life. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to lash out at someone for saying something to Lily when she moved in with me. Everyone has their own opinions, even if they are wrong.”

  “I get it. Next time, I’ll think before I react,” I tell him, hoping there isn’t a next time and that me punching Brad sends a warning out to all the fuckfaces who might try and mess with Blair. On my way out of his office and to my truck, I pull out my phone. There is a text from Coach Willard, and three missed phone calls from my father.

  I don’t know what the big deal is. One game is nothing. Hell, I’d sacrifice all of them if I had too. I text Willard back, apologizing, and ignore my father altogether. I don’t have the patience to deal with him tonight. I need to make things right with Blair. Ever since our little spat earlier, I’ve been anxious and worried that she won’t be there when I return to the condo.

  Fuck me. I’m growing dependent upon her. Like a drug, I crave her presence, her body, her soul, and her mind. For the first time in my life, I don’t want a woman just to fuck them, and that terrifies me.

  When I arrive at the condo, I walk into the house, toss my bag on the floor near the door, kick off my shoes and rush up the stairs and into my room like a child. I’m ready to make up with Blair, to put what happened behind us.

  I know if she was anyone else, I would’ve said fuck it and not even tried, but she was my nerd. Blair. And worth the effort.

  Heart racing out of my chest, I open the door, half anticipating for her not to be there but smile when I find her on the bed, my bed, with her books scattered around her. She looks up at me as I enter the room and close the door behind me. I texted her earlier and told her I had to go to the Dean’s office and deal with the repercussions of my actions.

  “What happened?” She perks up as I come closer to the bed. I need to have my hands on her, breathe her in. I’m fucking drunk on her, on her taste, and touch. Without caring about her books, papers, pencils, or any other shit, I pick her up and take her into my arms. My pulse thunders in my ears, and a calmness sweeps over me as I settle us back against the headboard.

  “You can’t just pick me up and move me wherever you want,” she snarls, and it makes me want to fuck her hard and fast.

  “One, I’m bigger than you, so I can and will, especially if you want to find out what happened.”

  Rolling her eyes, she burrows her face into my chest, almost as if she needs me as much as I need her. We’re fucked, so fucked.

  “Well, I’m not going to jail, and Brad isn’t pressing charges. I’m suspended from this weekend’s game. Coach Willard is pissed, and I can’t imagine how irate my father is right now since I’m not taking his calls.”

  She pulls away from me so fast I’m surprised she doesn’t give herself whiplash.

  “This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen. You got suspended from a game because of me.” I nod and smile.

  “And I would get suspended from all of them if I had to. I stand by what I said earlier. You’re mine, Blair. I don’t care what anyone thinks. I can’t stop thinking about you, and when I’m away from you, I wonder what you’re doing.”

  “But… we said we were just friends, Cage. Friends don’t lay claims like that. Plus, I won’t belong to you in any sense of the word while you get to be with whoever you want, whenever you want.” Insecurity fills her voice. I know she’s afraid of turning out like her mother, but she won’t, and I won’t be the man that starts that for her. I don’t know what I want, but what I do know is that I don’t want what we’re doing to stop.

  “I want no one but you, and we’re still friends, it’s just we have sex and can’t seem to stay away from each other.”

  A tiny smile tugs on her lips. “Your definition of friends and mine is very different, I’m afraid.”

  Shrugging, I say, “How about this? You’re important to me, and that’s all that matters. I’m not going anywhere or doing anything that might hurt you. Remember, I told you I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, and I won’t.” I kiss her forehead and breathe deeply. Cherries. She smells like cherries, and my mouth suddenly fills with saliva. It’s only been a few days since we had sex, and I know I need to give her time since I know she’s sore, but I want her… now, maybe even forever.

  She traces a heart over the thumping muscle in my chest. “Who saves me from you?”

  “No one because I will never hurt you, Blair. Never.”

  “If you say so. I don’t want you to get in trouble for me anymore though. It’s not okay and makes me feel like crap. Also, don’t defend my honor. I can do that all on my own.” She grins, and I smile.

  “Fine, but only if you kiss me,” I counter, and of course, she wastes no time. Her lips find mine, and she kisses with an eagerness that stirs the embers of desire in the pit of my stomach. I want her, need her, and I wonder if I somehow lost her, could I really handle it?

  Blair owns me, and I’m pretty sure that the cocky jock I am is falling for her too.

  19

  Blair

  Sitting in the study room yet again, I’m reminded of the events that took place here a few days ago. I still feel bad about how I acted before. All he did was stand up for me, and I attacked him like a wild animal. The truth is, I’m scared. I’m scared that this is not real, but if it is, I’m scared of falling deeper. I’m terrified of what may happen if I fall completely.

  The voice in the back of my head won’t go away.

  Don’t be like your mom. Don’t be a fool. Don’t get so attached.

  He promised he wouldn’t hurt me, but I can’t believe his words alone.

  My thoughts are interrupted when the door opens, and Cage walks in ten minutes early.

  “It’s not five yet, your session isn’t starting yet,” I joke, tapping the imaginary watch on my wrist.

  “I couldn’t get here fast enough.” He shuts the door behind him and turns the lock. I’m not even sure why they put locks on the doors. Don’t these people know college students?

  “What are you doing?” We never lock the door.

  “Get on the table,” he orders.

  “Huh?” I’m so caught up in the thickness of his voice and the way it swirls around me, that my brain isn’t quite connected to my body.

  “You heard me.” A wicked grin spreads across h
is face, and a fire ignites in my core.

  When I don’t move fast enough, he grabs me by the hips and picks me up from the chair like I weigh nothing and sits me on the edge of the table.

  “I want you, right now. I can’t wait. The fact that I’ve been without your pretty pussy all day is bad enough,” he growls while his fingers work the button on my jeans. “Lie back.”

  Another order. I lean back, holding myself up with my elbows, so I can see what he is doing. When my pants are undone, he pulls them down my legs.

  I lift my butt to help him and only realize that he took my panties too when my naked behind touches the cool wood of the table.

  Tossing my clothes carelessly on the floor, his eyes never leave the prize between my thighs. His rough hands land on my knees, and he gently spreads my legs apart. The cool air touches my already wet folds, and I shiver.

  Minutes ago, I was worried about falling too deeply for him, but I’m afraid I’m already there. I can’t take my eyes off his face.

  He looks consumed, crazed, like he will die if he doesn’t have me right now. His pupils are dilated, the green in his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen, and his jaw is tight as if he’s holding back, reining his need for me in.

  Dropping to his knees, he buries his head between my legs. Fingers digging into my thighs, he parts me in a way that leaves me completely exposed.

  I don’t even have a second to gasp or breathe before his tongue starts working my clit. His strokes are merciless, and it’s like he’s trying to see how fast he can make me come, and at this rate, it won’t be long. Through hooded eyes, I watch as he devours me.

  It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and it only heightens the sensations rising in my core. Latching onto my clit, he sucks and flicks that magical tongue of his over my throbbing flesh.

  The pleasure is so intense, I instinctively try to close my legs. Cage chuckles against my folds and grabs my thighs tighter, prying them apart as he continues assaulting my little nub with his tongue.

  I come suddenly and violently. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tip my head back. Pleasure overtaking my whole body, turning it into a heap of useless limbs.

  For a moment, I forget where I am and what year it is.

  Coming down from my high slowly, I blink my eyes open before I fall asleep. Cage is standing now, looking down at me with a huge smile on his face. His lips wet and swollen.

  “That was…” I try to find the words but draw a blank. I can’t describe what that was.

  “Let me take you home, so I can do this again with you sprawled out naked in my bed.”

  “I have a better idea,” I say, trying to keep my voice seductive. “I want to do that to you. I want you in my mouth.”

  “Jesus. Are you trying to kill me?” Cage groans.

  I sit up and get off the table. My legs are shaky, almost like I’m exhausted. Which is crazy since all I did was lie there.

  “You don’t want that?”

  “Are you kidding? I’ll cut my right arm off to have your lips wrapped around my cock.”

  “Okay then…” Rather than more words, I figure showing him would be better. With clumsy hands, I reach for his jeans and start to unbutton them.

  When I can’t get it right away, Cage lightly slaps away my hand and undoes his jeans quickly. A moment later, he frees his long, very erect cock.

  “You don’t have to do this, you know?”

  “I want to.” I lick my dry lips. “I’m just a little nervous. I’ve never done this before.”

  Cage lets out a sound between a whimper and caveman growl. “I’ll try to go slow, but damn, you make it hard to control myself.”

  He leans against the edge of the table, and I get on my knees in front of him, placing my hands on his thighs. Looking up through my lashes, I see his lips part as if he is about to say something, but I shut him up by leaning closer and taking the tip of his engorged cock in my mouth.

  “Fuck…” Cage’s face contorts in pure pleasure, and that’s all the incentive I need to take him deeper.

  I run my tongue along the velvety skin before I close my lips around his length and suck, hollowing out my cheeks.

  “Christ, Blair. That feels so fucking good.”

  I keep taking him deeper and deeper with each go until I can feel my gag reflex kicking in. I’m teetering between wanting to please him, wanting to take him even deeper, and fighting my reflex to push him out.

  I know I’ve reached my limit when I realize there is no way I can get his whole dick in my mouth; I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft to make up for it.

  My need wins, and I bob my head faster, ignoring the tiny gags each time he hits the back of my throat.

  “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in your mouth,” he says it like it’s a warning, but his words only turn me on more.

  Closing my eyes, I eagerly suck him like my life depends on it, and in this moment, it feels like it does.

  His large hands come to cradle my head, guiding me further, encouraging me on. He thrust forward slightly, intensifying the movement.

  “If you don’t want me to come down your throat, you need to stop now.” His voice is strained like he is only holding on by a thread.

  I don’t want to stop. I want him to come down my throat. Since I can’t say that out loud, I give him my answer with a moan deep from my chest. The vibration sends him over the edge.

  One more deep thrust, and he stills. His fingers digging into my scalp as his release coats my throat. Warmth fills me all over, from the top of my head all the way down to my toes.

  His pleasure is mine. He takes but gives in return.

  Shifting, I let his length slide out of my mouth. The movement makes him shiver and leaves a salty residue on my tongue. I lick my lips, enjoying the slightly bitter taste.

  Cage leans down, picks me up and wraps his arms around me. Burying his face into my hair, he mumbles, “That was fucking amazing.”

  I wrap my arms around him and lean my head on his chest, enjoying everything about this moment. How it feels, how he smells, the way everything seems so calm.

  We stay like that for a few minutes, and I almost forget where we are.

  “Can we just go home and study there?” He pulls away slightly, enough to see my face.

  “Sure, let’s go.”

  We pack up my stuff and head out the door.

  “Maybe I shouldn’t pay you for that session.” Cage chuckles on our way out.

  I know he is only joking, but I can’t help but feel bad. Because the truth is, I hate taking his money now, but with me constantly sending cash to my brother and mom, I’m always short.

  “Hey, that was a joke,” Cage says when he catches my mood.

  “I know… it’s just I hate taking money from you now. You do so much, pay for my meals, letting me stay at your place–”

  “Don’t worry about it. I mean it. I don’t care about the money. I only care about you.”

  “I care about you too,” I half lie, I don’t just care about him, and that scares the hell out of me. I’m falling for Cage, and I’m falling hard.

  We study at his place for a few hours, his test is coming up, and I want him to be ready. By the time we’re done, it’s completely dark outside, and I’m exhausted.

  “Ready for bed?” Cage asks, just as I answer his question with a yawn. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He grins.

  We walk upstairs hand in hand, and again I’m reminded of how close we are, how attached I am.

  In the bedroom, we both strip out of our clothes and climb into bed. Cage turns off the light, descending the room into darkness.

  Pulling me into his arms, he kisses the top of my head, and I melt into him.

  Closing my eyes, I try to go to sleep, but it seems impossible with something on my mind. It won’t let me go.

  When the urge to talk to him becomes too much, I suck in a deep breath to calm my nerves. I have to tell him, but that doesn’t mean I’m n
ot scared about what he will say in return.

  “Cage…”

  “Mmhh,” he answers as if he is already half asleep.

  “I need to tell you something.” That has him alert, his arms tightening around me, his body going tense.

  “What is it,” he asks, his voice wrapped up in worry.

  “I just… I want to be honest with you, Cage. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before. I’m not sure how to handle them. I want things with you, want them bad, and that scares me. This is all new to me. I’m not experienced like you.” I feel his body relax at my confession, making me wonder what he thought I was going to say.

  “This is all new to me too. I’ve never dated anyone, Blair. I’ve had sex, that’s it. I’ve never wanted anyone before. I only want you, I told you that.”

  “I know. I guess I still have a hard time wrapping my mind around it.”

  “Don’t worry your pretty little head. You are mine, and I’m yours. There is no one else. Only you.”

  His words soothe me like salve on an open wound. Relaxing into his hold, I breathe in his scent and let his warmth seep into me. I close my eyes again, and his time, I have no trouble falling asleep.

  20

  Cage

  I never thought dating a chick would be this easy. My thoughts on dating had always been that I didn’t need a chick, especially not one that was clingy and controlling. Being with Blair was nothing like I expected. She was neither of those things nor was she boring, which I also thought being tied down to one woman would be like.

  The team laughed their asses off when they found out I was dating Blair, many saying they thought she couldn’t stand my ass. Little did they know, Blair knew more about me than most. Their laughter and jokes didn’t mean shit to me so long as it didn’t come back on her.

  “I can’t believe you got suspended from this weekend’s game,” Murphy says.

  “Yeah, it is what it is.” I shrug. “Worth it, though. The guy deserved much worse than a broken nose if you ask me.”