“Jason...” I smiled so wide my cheeks hurt. “That’s amazing. I’m so freakin’ proud of you.” I slung my arms around his neck and crushed him to me, peppering his face in sloppy kisses. “My boyfriend, QB One and captain of the Penn Quakers.”
But he didn’t revel in my excitement. He was still and quiet.
Too quiet.
“Jase?” I held him at arm’s length. “What is it?”
“What if I’m not ready? What if I screw it up? Fuck, you should have seen the way they were all looking at me. As if I had the answers, the power to make things happen.”
“Babe, listen to me and listen good. You, Jason Ford, are one of the best quarterbacks in the country right now. You came into a well-established team and proved yourself in your freshman year. You ranked third for the most passing yards in a single season.” Pride flooded me. “Third, babe.
That’s huge. Not to mention the fact you blew the Quakers passing yards record out of the water.”
Jason was already in the Penn Quaker Hall of Fame; he’d already made Quaker history. But with that kind of accolade came the pressure to always do more, to constantly be better.
“You’ve got this, Jason,” I said with complete conviction, ignoring the niggle of doubt that this was going to take my boyfriend away from me even more than football already had.
Didn’t captains have to spend more time with the coach, watching game footage and devising plays? And then there would be the rest of the team. The captain was a leader, a father figure, the guy everyone went to when they needed an ear to listen or a shoulder to lean on.
But if anyone deserved it, it was Jason.
So how could I even contemplate feeling anything besides pride for him?
The answer was, I couldn’t.
I knew what football meant to him. Jason had given everything to the game he loved. Hours of conditioning and practice. He was one hundred and ten percent committed to his team, to forging a successful football career for himself. And I was the lucky girl who got to stand at his side and watch him flourish. So I stuffed down my reservations, plastered on my best smile, and said, “I’m so proud of you.”
“And I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my corner.” Jason captured my lips in a slow, deep kiss. The kind of kiss that we sank into, exploring each other’s mouth with easy familiarity. But like every time we touched, it soon turned into more. Heat simmered between us, rising into an inferno neither one of us could control.
Jase slid his hands to the hem of my t-shirt and began working it up my body. His lips brushed a path up my stomach, his tongue dipping into the valley of my breasts as he pushed the material over my head.
“God, Jason,” I moaned, jamming my fingers into his thick, dark hair. He continued painting my skin with his lips, tracing letters of love and promises of forever over my chest and collarbone.
“I need you.”
He pulled away, leaving me cold, to yank off his jersey. My eyes traced over his body, his chest, shredded with muscle, all hard lines and deep grooves.
“Sometimes I forget how gorgeous you are,” I whispered, reaching out to touch him.
He’d always been physically fit, a sculpted work of art thanks to all the conditioning and hours spent in the gym. But since playing college ball, his body had matured and refined in a way that left me breathless every time I saw him naked.
“You look like you want to devour me.” He smirked, holding my heated gaze with his own.
“I do,” I confessed.
Jason dived for me and we became a clash of limbs, fighting to undress the other, desperate to touch and feel and taste. I was hardly surprised he got me naked first, pinning me to the bed and dipping his head to flick his tongue over my nipple. I cried out, arching into his mouth. His smooth chuckle reverberated around my sensitive skin, sending shivers skittering up my spine.
Nothing would ever compare to this, to the feel of him touching me... owning me. I loved it, almost as much as I loved him.
“I want to take my time,” he rasped as he punched his hips forward rocking into me, “but I’m not sure I can.”
“So don’t,” I practically pleaded. We could play afterwards. Right now, I needed to feel him inside me, above me, riding me hard and fast until neither of us knew where I ended and he began.
Jason ripped my panties off; ripped them clean off my body before sinking inside me without warning. We both groaned, his hands tangling with mine either side of my head. “I love you, Felicity, so fucking much.”
“Then show me...” My voice cracked as he pulled out and rocked forward again, sheathing himself deep inside me.
Jason loved like he played football. With complete determination, skill, and confidence. He knew exactly how to play my body, the way he played on the field, and he knew exactly how to make me come every damn time.
“Fuck, babe, nothing... nothing will ever feel as good as this.” He thrust into me again, over and over, splintering my body apart in the best kind of way. Jason kissed like a man starved, dragging the oxygen from my lungs and taking it for himself. One of his hands slipped down my thigh, hitching my leg higher, letting him drive deeper.
“Jason... God...” I breathed, trying to ground myself, but it was too much.
It always was.
“Let go, babe.” He kissed me slower, mimicking the shallow rock of his hips as he drew pleasure from my body.
My legs began to tremble, sweat beading on my skin and slipping down my body. I pressed my lips together, trapping the moan building into my throat. I was so close.
“I can feel you, Felicity, feel you squeezing my dick.” He whispered the dirty words against my ear as I unraveled. “Come for me, babe. Come all around my…” I shattered around him, crying out his name, over and over.Jason flattened himself against me, slamming into me with renewed vigor as I rode the lingering waves of pleasure.His body locked up tight, his jaw tense with concentration as he jerked inside me.We lay there, silent and sated and I’d never felt happier. We’d had an amazing freshman year together, and now we had three years of living as a couple, in a cute little off-campus apartment a few minutes’ walk away from Penn.But no matter how happy I was, how madly in love with Jason I was, there was always a little voice of doubt in the back of my mind.Jason was already Quaker royalty. In one season he had won the hearts of his teammates, coaches, and fans. And now he was captain. He would soon be thrust into the public eye more than ever.No matter how hard I wanted to bel
“Sounds good.” Some of the tension left me. Darcy was my tutor. This was strictly a business relationship. Jason couldn’t get pissed about that. Besides, he knew I was his.I felt a lick of determination skitter up my spine. I needed this if I was going to be able to survive sophomore year. I needed help.And Darcy Bannerman came highly recommended.After almost two hours, and a rigorous plan, Darcy and I packed away our things and left the coffee shop. “So I’ll see you Wednesday?” he said, waiting for me to move ahead of him. “Sounds good,” I said, ducking around him and stumbling straight into— “Jason?”“Hey,” he shot me a smile that made my knees weak. “How was tutoring?” His arms went around me, as he dipped his head to kiss me.“It was good. I... uh... this is Darcy, my tutor.” I wriggled free of his grasp to step aside and introduce them.The second Jason’s eyes landed on Darcy his expression darkened. “You’re the tutor?” “Darcy Bannerman.” He held out his hand. “You must be the
My jaw clenched as I pictured that fucker’s face. I didn’t know him from Adam, but I already didn’t like him. He’d be spending time with Felicity. My woman, the other half of my fucking soul.Possessive asshole or not, I was not okay with some guy spending quality time alone with my girl. “It’s just tutoring.” He snorted. “You don’t have anything to worry about.” “Don’t I?” My brow rose.Felicity was gorgeous. All seductive curves and wild spirit. I saw guys around campus watching her, wishing they could have a taste. They soon backed the fuck off when they saw me, but still.“Seriously, bro, Fee wouldn’t look twice at another guy. She doesn’t get all crazy possessive when we hang out with the cheer squad.”Oh, she did. I just didn’t advertise the fact. Freshman year, Felicity had almost attacked a girl for trying to get my number at a party. Instead, I’d dragged her to the nearest bedroom and fucked the anger right out of her.Our love was like wildfire. It burned constantly. Throw w
“Didn’t think so.” Jason kissed the end of my nose. “Hey, Hugh, get my girl a drink,” he called over to the bartender.“Sure thing. Your regular, Fee?”I nodded. “So, what have you guys been talking about in my absence?”“Oh, you know, trying to deflate this one’s head since he got promoted to captain.” Asher pinched Jase’s cheek, and he batted him away. “How does it feel to wear the crown?” “Asher,” Mya sighed.“He knows I’m proud. I’m like the proud brother he never had. But that shit’s got to weigh a ton.”“I was born ready,” Jason said, but I saw the tightness in his eyes. He was having doubts about his ability to lead.We all knew he had nothing to worry about though because he was born ready.“That’s the spirit, bro.” Asher clapped him on the shoulder. “Now Fee is here, we should toast.” “We don’t need to—”“To Jason,” he thrust his beer in the air, “may your leadership be firm and your game strong.Congratulations, man.”JASONI tried to heed Asher and Gio’s words. Every day we
“Half the girls here want him.”My lips pressed into a thin line, but Jordan only laughed.“He loves you; everyone can see that. You have nothing to worry about.”I liked Jordan. She was one of my few girlfriends here. It wasn’t that I’d purposefully avoided making friends during freshman year, just it was hard when your boyfriend was the new football star. Girls either looked at me as the competition or they were brazened enough to try to use me as a steppingstone to get to Jason and his friends. I’d quickly given up trying to form genuine friendships. I had Jordan and Mya, and I spoke to Hailee all the time despite the nine-hour distance between us.“It’s just... a lot,” I whispered the confession, hating myself for even saying the words.Jason gave me no reason to worry. He was unwavering in his love for me. But as I watched the team celebrate; watched the cheer squad lick their lips and bat their eyelashes in his direction; listened to thousands of people chant his name; I couldn’
Me: Go do your thing. I can’t wait until tonight xoWednesday night was always date night. We didn’t always go out, but we always cleared our schedules for each other. Sometimes we went across the river to hang out with Asher and Mya, sometimes we caught a movie downtown, or sometimes we stayed in and just enjoyed a slice of quiet in our crazy lives.QB#1: Tonight? Shit, I told the guys we’d get together to watch the tapes from the game last week.My stomach sank. He’d forgotten about date night.Me: Oh, okay. Well, I could always use some extra hours studying. We can take a raincheck.QB#1: I’ll make it up to you, I promise.Me: I know xoI did. Jason would strive to lavish me with a romantic meal at our favorite restaurant or a seductive night in, worshipping every inch of my body until I’d forgotten all about his indiscretion.Except, the further into football season we got, the less time we spent together, and the more my heart ached.“Whoa, who died?” Darcy chuckled as he greeted
Between classes, the team, and her work at the shelter, we’d barely seen each other. I wanted nothing more than to take my sweet time exploring her body before I sank deep inside her.“Hot date?” Griffin smirked and I flipped him off.“Actually, I missed date night.” Guilt snaked through me. But I could make it up to her. I couldn’t, however, make it up to the game Friday night if we weren’t ready.“Oh shit, you’re gonna be in the doghouse, man.”“Nah, Felicity understands.” But as I said the words, my stomach knotted. I was asking a lot of her. We both knew the level of dedication and discipline playing college ball would require, but even I’d underestimated just how intensive it would be. Playing for the team didn’t only mean practice and games. It meant bonding with the guys, being a brotherhood... a family. You couldn’t just shirk your way out of that. Especially not when you were the captain.“I’ll catch you later,” I said to the guys as we filed out of the building. It was alrea
JASONWE WERE LEADING THE IVY LEAGUE FOUR TO NONE, WITH THREE GAMES LEFT TO PLAY. THE PRESSURE was on after what could only be described as a flawless season. Probably my best football season to date. My passing yards total was already a season best and I was currently tied second with a kid out of Cornell on the Division I FCS season passing yards leaderboard.I was heading for the single most perfect season of my life... and yet, my personal life was a fucking mess.Letting out a frustrated breath, I pushed open the door to the hotel bar and found Asher and Cameron sitting in wait.“Hey, it’s good to see you.” Cam got up first, pulling me into a guy hug. Seeing my friends was like coming home. I loved my team at Penn: the guys, the coaches, the fans; but it wasn’t Rixon.“Sorry I’m late.”“Don’t sweat it, we know the drill.” They did. They’d seen me captain the Rixon Raiders, witnessed how deep I became when handed such a responsibility. I didn’t just carry my own thirst for the win