“They probably would have, too.”
“I don’t doubt it,” she laughs. I love that sound. “I also couldn’t pass up an opportunity to see you cheer on the sideline
s.”
“Oh, you couldn’t?”
“Nope.”
“What’d you think?”
“You disappointed me all-star. You didn’t give one hundred percent.”
“Nope,” I agree. “It wasn’t really my thing.”
“Annoying Coach McKenzie on the sidelines seemed to be your thing.”
“I was assisting,” I defend myself.
“I think it was more annoying.”
“I helped win the game, didn’t I?”
Laney rolls her eyes. “I guess.”
“You guess?” I poke her in the ribs. She jumps and lets out a cute little squeak.
“That wasn’t nice!” She pokes me back, harder than I expected.
“Oh, you asked for it.” I toss my cup and pounce on her, tickling her sides. She squeals as some of her drink spills on her shirt and the grass.
“Kam!” she screams, kicking her legs around. “Uncle! Uncle!”
I let up on the tickling, but I don’t get off her.
“You’re so mean,” she huffs, wiping off T-shirt I love Laney wet.
“Sometimes,” I confirm. Then I lean in and kiss her. It’s a test kiss, to see exactly where her head is. My assessment tells me a good place, because she opens her mouth and wraps her arms around my neck. Our tongues dance as I situate myself between her thighs. She sighs, deepening the kiss, causing it to become more urgent, fevered. I press against her, my want evident as she wraps her legs around me and draws me close. “God, I missed touching you.” I slip my hand under her shirt, skimming my fingers up her side, until I reach the soft material of her bra. I cup her breast and squeeze lightly as she moans. Laney goes for the hem of my shirt, tugging it up so my stomach is exposed. She runs her hands up my sides and down my back, grazing her nails over my sensitive skin. Holy hell, her touch feels like trickles of water. Soft and enticing, inviting and alluring. My control completely liquefies.
“Laney,” I rasp as I press against her harder.
“Kam, shhh. You don’t have to say anything. No strings, remember?”
I look at her. Our mouths a fraction of a centimeter apart. “What if I want the strings?”
“Then you can have them.” She lifts her head and brushes her lips across me. My whole being lights up. There’s nothing at this moment I want more. Laney pulls my shirt over my head then goes for the button of my jeans. I love that she’s not shy, that she knows exactly what she wants. Which, right now, is me. After a few seconds of frenzied hands, we’re both stripped completely naked. I grab the other blanket and cover us as I nestle myself back between her knees. Laney folds her arms around me, bringing us as close as we can possibly be. I touch every part of her I can, skin-to-skin, mouth-to-mouth. I slip my hand between our bodies and skim her clit with one finger. She whimpers. It spurs me on, so I slip the same finger inside her and her body tenses.
“Oh, God …” She digs her nails into my shoulders. I finger her slow and suck on her neck. “Kam, please not like this.”
“Not like what? You have to tell me what you want, Laney.”
“You. Only you.” She attacks my mouth, and I almost combust. I reach for my pants and pull out my wallet, then two blue foil packets. Laney grabs one. She tears it open, removes the condom, then reaches down between us. I watch as she sheaths my erection; the feel of her hands is euphoric.
“Fuck, I need to be inside you.” I pump my hips against her palm.
“No one is stopping you.” She opens her legs a little wider. I love this girl. I am stupidly, ridiculously in love with Laney Summers. I push inside her gradually, savoring every measured inch. Her body welcoming me like a warm embrace. Laney wraps her legs around my waist, and we start to move, searching for a comfortable rhythm. After a minute or two we find it, and that’s when all sense and reason fades away. There’s only Laney; underneath me, folded around me, seeping inside me.
“Kam, you feel so good.” She flexes her hips, like I can’t thrust deep enough. Her muscles clench and her eyes close, as her breathing becomes choppy. “Please don’t stop.”