15.1
Adriano
“I hope you don’t mind if I use the kitchen,” says Georgina, looking up from the counter where she’s chopping vegetables. “The kids are cooking over the campfire and I just couldn’t stomach the prospect of hotdogs for dinner.”
“It’s Nathaniel’s place, so you absolutely have my permission to use whatever you want.”
She laughs as she slides vegetables off the cutting board into the bowl. “Where is your roommate, anyway?”
“Gym.” I’m irritated that she cares where Nathaniel is. Not to be completely arrogant or anything, but I’m not used to girls not falling all over me. I’m rich, stacked, and a football player; I don’t have trouble getting women. But Georgina isn’t like the girls who usually throw themselves at me.
She seems oblivious to my annoyance, and it’s hard to stay irritated as she dices up another pepper and slides it from the cutting board into the bowl, looking fucking adorable in a navy skirt and white t-shirt, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail.
I have to look away from her because if I keep ogling her, I’m going to start thinking about throwing her right up on this counter and putting my face up under that skirt. And if I start thinking about that…
Shit. My dick is hard now. I cover by sliding into one of the high-top seats at the granite countertop.
“I looked up West Bend,” Georgina says.
“I thought you weren’t in the habit of internet searching.”
She grins. “I didn’t look for you guys,” she protests. “Just photos of West Bend. I was curious whether I’d been there with my dad. I have, by the way. I recognized the Main Street.”
“It’s pretty much exactly like the Main Streets in a hundred other towns across the U.S.”
“True.” She turns, going to the refrigerator and pulling out more veggies. “But I remember the general store because they sold dresses. I spilled ice cream on my shirt before this lunch at some diner, I think? My mother was really upset about it. She brought me in there to get a new dress and the thing was like something straight out of Little House on the Prairie.”
“That sounds about right for West Bend.”
“It must have been fun growing up there.”
I laugh. “Fun isn’t the word for it. West Bend is… small.”
“Like homey and quaint?”
“Yeah, and also boring and uptight.”
She chops more vegetables and then looks up. “Are you and Nathaniel hungry?”
Fuck, yes.
“I’m definitely hungry.” I don’t add the part about what exactly I’m hungry for, but when her eyes meet mine, the expression on her face tells me she understood exactly what I meant.
“I - ” She blushes and stammers. “I picked up some stuff at a little grocery store I saw on the way out here.” She looks down at her phone. “The recipe says it makes four servings. Should I double that?”
“We’re football players.”
“Point taken. So I should quadruple it?”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly small.” I pause for a beat. “Anywhere.”
“Thanks for the clarification.” Georgina is silent as she picks up a cucumber. Then she pauses midair, cucumber in hand, and her eyes meet mine. Yep, she’s definitely thinking about cock. Her face turns bright pink and she sets the cucumber back on the counter.
She clears her throat again. “So, what position do you play?”
“Whatever you want.” I give her another grin and she tosses me a dirty look. “Fine, fine. I’m a cornerback.”
“Quarterback?”
I sigh loudly. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”
Georgina laughs. “Not a bit.”
“You really don’t know anything about football?”
“I told you I didn’t!”
“Well, I’d be glad to teach you some plays.”
She bites her lower lip. “I know you would.”
“In fact, there’s this one play I have…” I stop talking as I get down from the high-top chair and walk around the island to where she’s standing. I’m so close that I can smell her perfume –
maybe it’s her shampoo – clean and light and floral. Her chest rises, giving me a glimpse over her shoulder of her cleavage in her shirt.
“Adriano…” she breathes. I can’t tell if she’s saying my name as a warning or if she’s saying it because she wants me to touch her.
“This play starts with me yanking up this little skirt you’re wearing.” I slide my hands down the sides of her thighs, pulling the cotton fabric up as my fingertips brush her skin. When I lean in close to her, my lips near her ear, she lets out a whimper.
A fucking whimper.
My cock hardens immediately, like some kind of reflex. I’ve never gotten hard because of a sound before. I pull the skirt up over her perfect ass.
Her perfect, nearly bare ass.
She’s wearing a little black thong under the skirt. I want to tear it off her ass right now. Instead, I palm her perfectly round cheek before pulling my hand back and giving it a light slap.
“You did not just spank me,” she whispers.
I think about how exactly she’s going to look bent over like this while I fuck her from behind, and my cock throbs in response.
“Tell me how much you want me to bend you over and slide my cock inside you right now,” I whisper. She moans softly as I speak the words, my lips so close to her ear. “Tell me how much you want to feel me slap your ass as I fuck you.”
“Adriano…”
“All I have to do is slide my fingers around your thigh,” I say softly. “If I reach between your legs, will I find that your pussy is ready for me?”
She lets out a frustrated groan and squirms against me, but doesn’t move to step away.
“Say yes.”
She lets out a long sigh. “Adriano, I just… no. I can’t do this with you and No-“
Damn it, fucking Nathaniel. I hear the clomp-clomp of his footsteps on the floor before I see him. What a cock-blocker.
“Hey Adriano,” he calls.
Georgina leaps away from me like a pole-vaulter, leaving me with what is going to be the most massive case of blue balls in recorded history.
“Fuck.” I mean to say “what” but that’s what comes out instead. I clench my fists, trying to suppress my irritation with Nathaniel because the last thing I want is for him to think he’s getting to me – or worse, that I’m having trouble scoring with Georgina.
Nathaniel grins and holds up his phone. “A couple of cheerleaders texted me looking for you. Apparently they want to make an ‘Adriano sandwich’.” He uses air quotes. “Tell your hookups to stop texting me.”
“I’m going to just… um… I’ll be right back,” Georgina says, practically running out of the room.
“Really? Fake threesome? That’s all you’ve got, Nathaniel?”
He shrugs. “Prescription cream for my sores?”
“Now that was funny.”
“Aw, you don’t think an Adriano sandwich is funny?” he asks as I storm out of the room.
The three of us don’t end up eating dinner together. Georgina goes out to do something with the campsite, leaving her salad half-completed on the counter. The campsite is obviously an excuse to avoid what happened between us – and Nathaniel walking in on us – so I knock on her bedroom door later in the evening.
When she pulls it open, she gives me a look. “You shouldn’t be here.”
