Looking To Score (Providence University #2)

by Ali Parker

  “I hope so.” I shook my head, quite grateful that I didn’t have any wayward siblings. My stepdad barely survived me. No way would he have been able to handle several more boys like me, or God forbid, a girl who favored my behaviors.

  Talk about a whore and a half.

  “I wish I would have talked Tasha into coming up with us. I hate being here by myself.” She rubbed her hands down her lithe arms, half-hugging herself as she glanced back toward the practice field.

  “You’re going to be great. Just watch the games, and when we’re practicing, you can run the track beside the school, or we can run into town and grab you a book?” I hated that she felt out of place. The other women in the stands were a little more like me and a lot less like Emily. She was a sweet spirit with a naughty side that only belonged to me.

  A growl lodged in my throat at the thought of her having to put up with anything but kindness and acceptance. Being head cheerleader at Providence put her in a position of being loved just about everywhere she went. That was the kind of treatment my girl deserved. Nothing less than the best for her.

  “I’ll be fine, baby.” She moved up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist before pressing her cheek against my back.

  I finished getting my things together and stood there for a minute, just enjoying the simplicity of her touch.

  “You are fine. That’s for sure.” I turned in her arms and pulled my bag over my shoulder. “We got a two-hour practice and then we’ll grab a burger with the team or just me and you if you want.”

  “Let’s go with the team. It’s only a two-day tournament. I don’t want you missing out on anything.” She lifted to her toes and kissed me.

  I wanted far more than the peck I was going to get with us standing beside the soccer field and it seemed like a good time to remind the dickheads teaming up with me that Emily was mine and mine alone. I slid my hand into her hair and tightened my grip as I leaned in and forced her to open her mouth and take my tongue.

  She moaned softly and welcomed me into her warmth. The sexy sound of her enjoying herself along with her strong pulls on my tongue left my cock thick and ready for her attention. She’d give me more than I could handle later, but every cell in my body screamed that I toss her back in the truck and head to the hotel. One of us could fake a stomachache.

  “Getting in one more kiss?” Clint’s voice pulled me from our kiss. The guy was both my favorite man on the field and the biggest pain in my ass all at the same time.

  “Clint. This is Em.” I moved back and introduced my fellow player and the other striker on the team to my girl. They’d seen each other over the summer at various practices and a few scrimmages, but I’d been careful not to introduce them.

  “Nice to meet you.” Emily reached out and shook Clint’s hand before turning back to me. “I’ll be in the stands cheering for you.”

  “Good. No bouncing around though. There’re too many single guys like Clint here that are looking for a beautiful woman to steal from some unsuspecting guy.”

  Clint snorted as if my words couldn’t be further from the truth.

  “Well, they’ll have to look somewhere else. I’m not up for grabs, and you’re not at all unsuspecting.” She leaned in and kissed me again, the look in her eyes letting me know that we would pick back up with our teasing when we got someplace private.

  I couldn’t fucking wait.

  “See you in a bit, baby.” I squeezed her hand before turning back to Clint. “You ready for this shit?”

  “I was born for this.” He pulled his bag onto his shoulder as we walked toward the center of the field. “Coach wants a two-hour practice and a good stretch and we can head to dinner.”

  “Good. Two games tomorrow and then semi-finals on Sunday morning and finals Sunday afternoon?”

  “Yep.” He nodded and dropped his bag beside everyone else’s. “You ready to see who’s got what it takes to win team MVP for the weekend?”

  I chuckled. There was no way anyone was winning MVP but me. Where Clint probably deserved it more, the weight of the prize awarded the MVP pulled my focus to a whole new level. The team had a fucked-up tradition of letting the most valuable player choose a girl from the team’s posse and take her to bed Sunday night. Even if she belonged to one of the other guys.

  With Clint spotting me and setting me up to score ten times per game, he was headed to claim the spot no doubt. Him teasing me about taking Emily to bed had been enough to light my fire.

  I’d be MVP if I had to break my fucking neck and become team martyr. There was no way in hell anyone was touching my woman.

  Even if it meant winning the tournament and walking off the team.

  The shit wasn’t happening.

  ***

  Emily

  I’d changed my mind by the time the practice was over. The catty girls in the stands with me had me wanting to pack up and head back to Providence, but I knew it meant a lot to Jacob that I was there. He was good with us grabbing a burger on the way back to the hotel.

  He jumped in the shower when we got back to the hotel, and I stretched out on the bed and watched my favorite cooking show as anticipation burned the inside of my stomach. I knew the night would be good—it always was with him—but for some reason, nervousness always attacked me that I wouldn’t be enough.

  He’d had so many women and most had to be better than me. I was unpracticed in the wanton ways of lust.

  Funnily enough, he seemed to like that about me.

  The shower door opened, and I turned on my side to watch him. Water rivulets ran down his back from his hair and deposited into the thick towel around his waist.

  “Do you wish that I had more experience in bed? You know, like some of the other girls you’ve dated.” I shouldn’t have asked, but I couldn’t help myself.

  “Hell no. Come here, silly woman.” Jacob moved to the edge of the bed and reached for me, pulling me in closely. “You know that I love you, right? Just like you are. I wouldn’t change a damn thing.”

  “Yeah,” I whispered softly, lost in the hunger that was building in his gaze as he watched me. It was like this every time we were together. I kept waiting for the passion to die out a little, but it only seemed to rage hotter and hotter each time we were together. I wasn’t sure if I was going to survive him if it kept growing.

  “No one’s going to touch you but me, Em. You know that.” He leaned down and brushed his nose by mine. “I’d never in a million years allow that shit.”

  “I know. I wouldn’t either.” I gave him a cocky grin and lifted my leg, brushing my foot up the outside of his thigh before hooking my knee over his hip. “Stop talking about someone else fucking me and get to it.”

  He chuckled. “I’m tainting you.”

  “Or maybe you’re just bringing forth the taint that already exists somewhere under all these layers of good girl.” I yelped as he picked me up and gripped my ass tightly.

  “Fuck, that’s hot.” He leaned down and pressed his face into the top of my shirt. The wet swipe of his tongue against the top of my breasts felt so good.

  “So are you.” I ran my fingers through his thick wet hair and pressed against him, rubbing myself along the hard planes of his body. The big white towel he had wrapped around his narrow waist was sliding down his body the more we rocked against each other.

  I reached down in frustration and jerked it loose.

  “Anxious, baby doll?” He worked his hands under my skirt and held me tightly in his grip as his fingers ran back and forth over the most sensitive parts of my body.

  “Yes. You always make me feel frantic.” I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and undulated my hips. “Take my clothes off, Jacob.”

  “I remember a time when you wouldn’t let me see you naked.” He nipped at my lips and moved us to the bed, laying me down and running his hands up my sides to cup my breasts.

  “It’s easy now. You make me feel beautiful.” I leaned up and pulled my shirt over my head
.

  The white lacy bra I’d chosen was on purpose. He seemed to like the idea that I was far more innocent than any of the other women he’d been with, and most likely, I was. His whoring days were over, and he belonged to me now. That left the door wide open for me to become anything I wanted when spread wide for him. He let me explore my sexuality in the comfort of his delicious urgings for more.

  “I’m not making you feel anything, Em. You’re already beyond beautiful on your own.” He tugged at the front of my bra and pressed himself between my legs, rubbing me firmly with the thick press of his cock.

  I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the tip of it, squeezing softly as he groaned and moved his hands down to my thighs.

  “Why is my skirt still on?” I stroked him a few times while propping myself up on my free elbow.

  “Because unwrapping the package is half the fun with you.” He tugged himself from my hold and moved back to pull at my skirt and panties. He tossed them behind him before taking his place between my legs again. His eyes moved slowly across my body, and the thick vein on the side of his neck pounded wildly. His breathing got a little off, and mine followed in tandem.

  He was magnificent, with thick muscle covering his chest and stomach and dark hair framing his pride and joy. The man was built for sex and I was greedy to experience him again.

  “Let me grab a condom. Don’t move.” He ran his fingers down my stomach and dipped them into the wet hair between my thighs, rubbing the back of his knuckles across my skin.

  I groaned and arched my back, quickly getting lost to the need for him to own me for a few hours. “Hurry.”

  “Absolutely.” He tapped his fingers against my mound and pulled his gaze back up to mine. “Tell me you love me.”

  “I do love you.” I moved up to my knees and pulled him flush against me.

  “Good. I need you to love me.” He undid my bra and ran his strong hands down my back in long strokes, loosening me up with the power of his touch.

  “That’s nice to know because you’re stuck, Mr. Wright.”

  “When can we talk about you becoming Mrs. Wright?” He cupped my face as I started to pull back.

  “It’s only been a few months, Jacob.”

  “It’s been three years, Em. You know how I feel about you.” He nipped at my lips. “Forget I said it, but know it’s coming up again. I want you beside me forever.”

  “You sure about that?” I ran my hands over his hips and squeezed his firm butt, massaging it and trying not to fall deeper for the sexy bastard pressed to the front of me. He was all-consuming as it was.

  “Mmmhmm.” He moved down and worshiped my breasts for a few minutes before turning and walking back toward the dresser. He pulled out a condom and turned to walk back to me. “You wanna put it on me?”

  “Yes.” I reached for it and rolled it onto his shaft, taking my time and teasing him as I did. “You’re so fucking big.”

  “All yours, baby.” He moved to sit down on the edge of the bed and reached for me. “Come here and make love to me.”

  I got up and moved between his thighs, trying to decide if I wanted to face him or put my back to him. Both ways were beyond delightful, but he seemed to need the intimacy of staring into each other’s eyes. Maybe I did too.

  After crawling in his lap, I ran my hands up his chest and kissed the side of his mouth. He positioned himself to drive into me and ran his hands down my lower back to the top curve of my ass.

  “Promise me you’ll tell me if there is anything you ever need from me, Em. I’m here for you in any way you’ll let me be.”

  “Just love me back.” I pressed down on him and closed my eyes as pleasure drove through the center of my stomach. He grunted low in his chest and took ownership of our sex, working us both into a tight ball of energy as we took turns making each other cry out.

  His hands touched every part of me, marking me as his own and forcing me to give myself over fully to him. The pressure building inside of me felt explosive and it was all I could do to keep it at bay for a little while longer.

  My head dropped back as he pressed one hand into the bed and lifted up, fucking me hard and fast—just like I liked it. He whispered a million naughty things as he bathed my chest with his tongue and sucked my skin deep into his mouth.

  Every part of me yearned to make the moment last, to not give in to the need to find instant gratification in his arms, but rather a sustained longing that could last forever.

  “Come for me, baby.” He gripped the back of my head and forced me to sit up a little.

  “Make me.” I smirked and leaned into his kiss, sucking his thick bottom lip into my mouth as the world exploded into a million pieces. Warmth enveloped me and spread tendrils of ecstasy down my arms and legs, up my neck, and wrapped around my spine.

  “So beautiful, Em,” he mumbled against my skin and kissed me once more before leaning back on his elbows.

  I sat up and rode the rest of my orgasm as he reached up to play with my clit and watch my breasts as they bounced to the rhythm we’d set.

  “No one gets to see me.” I pressed my hands into his thick chest. “Touch me.” I rolled my hips and worked his body in long sensual strokes. “Taste me.” I dug my nails into his chest as he cried out and lifted his hips.

  “Say it,” he whispered roughly.

  “Or fuck me but you.” I pressed back and put every ounce of energy I had left into our sex.

  He lifted up off the bed and let out a guttural sound before sitting up and wrapping his strong arms around me. The sound of him panting, the feel of him shaking, the deep throbbing of his body deep inside mine was all I needed. I tucked my face against his neck and lost myself to pleasure once again.

  ***

  Jacob

  I lay beside her half the night, just watching her sleep. There was no way in hell I deserved a woman like Emily Campbell. She was kind and giving, sweet and attentive. There was another side to her that I was coming to enjoy far more than might be considered healthy, but I wasn’t about to give anything up where she was concerned.

  She woke me the next morning with soft kisses along my back. Sometime during the night, I must have rolled away from her. The pressure of her fingers felt divine against my skin, and her attentiveness quickly turned our petting session into something far more intimate.

  I cleaned up after she took a long shower, and we grabbed a box of donuts on our way up to Mount Ida. The guys would be thrilled with a little bit of sugar to get the day going, and though funds were tight, a ten-dollar splurge was worth the goodwill it would foster for our first day of the tournament.

  “Sorry about last night.” Emily moved up beside me as I gathered my shit from the back of the truck. It was late August, which meant we had a hot day headed our way, but the first game was that morning, so we’d enjoy the mild weather while we could.

  “Sorry about what?” I turned and pulled her into my arms as I leaned in and pressed my mouth to the side of her neck. I breathed in deeply, hoping to capture the smell of her skin before I had to spend most of the day running the soccer field. I wanted to win because it was in my nature to do so, but I really wanted to impress the pretty girl who had stolen my heart and my thoughts.

  “About not wanting to hang out with everyone.” She shrugged and glanced toward the stands as her smile faded a little.

  “Baby.” I touched her chin, forcing her to look back at me. “It’s all good. We’ll go out with them tonight if you’re feeling up to it, and if not, fuck it.”

  “I know, but I really want to support you better.”

  “You already do, Em. You’re here.” I leaned down and kissed her softly. “Go grab a seat, and if these bitches bother you too much, then take the truck to the mall, or call Tasha to see if she can come up. It’s not even an hour drive. Don’t sit out here and be miserable. Promise?”

  “How can I be miserable when I’m watching the hottest piece of ass in the world run up and down the field i
n front of me?” She gave me a sexy smirk that promised to melt me later.

  “Oh, so now I’m just a piece of ass?”

  Clint jogged by. “I’d be a piece of ass if she was the one calling me one.”

  I rolled my eyes, kissed Em one more time, and jogged off to catch up with him.

  “What’s up, man?” I chucked my bag toward the row of chairs they had set up for us and started to run a little faster. Warm-up laps were a must at the beginning of every game. Where I hated them as a kid, I was learning to enjoy the calm they provided when I quit fighting against myself and just went with the rhythm of the team.

  “Not much. We missed you last night. Daily and Pennington got in a bit of a pushing match.” He rolled his eyes. “Get too many guys, a few pretty girls, and a couple of pitchers of beer and you’re in for a world of hurt.”

  “What was the beef over?” I lifted my arms and swung them around as we slowed our run into a comfortable jog.

  “Daily thinks he’s got a shot at MVP. The fucker’s delusional. It’s mine or yours for sure.”

  “So they were fighting over who might win the top spot?” Seemed odd. It was team chosen and the only thing the winner got was a small pot of cash and the rights to fuck any woman he wanted—within reason. There was no way I was going to believe the guys were good with sharing women. If I didn’t get MVP, I’d be calling their bluff.

  “No, over whose girl they all planned to sleep with. I swear it’s gotten out of hand over the last few years to where they’re just trying to win to piss each other off. It had nothing to do with being the most valuable player for the sake of contributing to the team.” Clint shrugged and knelt down to pick up a soccer ball. “I might sit out next year or look at playing for another team. These guys aren’t making me any better. You are, but you’re graduating this next year, right?”

  “Yeah, but I get to play one more summer.” I continued to stretch and glanced back at the stands to see Emily talking with some of the girls. She didn’t seem upset or out of sorts, which was a good thing. For someone who was so damn popular and outgoing back at Providence, she sure did clam up something horrible in front of new crowds. Maybe it was more about the type of crowd she was having to contend with at present. Those girls were hookers or at least dressed like them.