Two Jocks Next Door: A Bad Boy MFM Romance Page 5

  “I didn’t know what to wear tonight.” He tosses clothes to the side in search of his phone.

  “Your clothes are all the same. T-shirts and jeans.”

  “You wear the same two shirts over and over. Why wouldn’t you say that?” He looks around the floor by his bed. “Damn it. I don’t know where I put it.”

  My own phone buzzes in my back pocket. I pull it out to see who’s texted. Connor’s eyes light up. He reaches into his own pocket and produces his missing cell phone.

  “Here it is!” he happily proclaims. “It was in my pocket this whole time.”

  I grind my teeth. “We could be halfway to shitfaced drunk right now.”

  “Relax. It’s only eight.”

  He sits down on the end of his bed and starts doing something on his phone. I look at the screen in my hand. The name there makes my stomach flip up into my throat.

  “It’s Tracey-Ann,” I rasp.

  Connor’s bed creaks as he sits up straighter. “What does she say?”

  “Happy New Year.”

  “Nothing else?”

  “No.”

  “Cool.”

  My thumb hovers over the keyboard. I could write a simple ‘Happy New Year’ back. I could ask her how she is.

  I don’t want to stop at either of those things. I want to hear her voice. I want to remember there are good things waiting for me back in Tennessee.

  I don’t know why I haven’t gotten in touch with her yet, but it’s been stupid not to.

  I hit the call button and put the phone on speaker.

  “Hey,” she answers.

  Connor looks over and drops his phone on the bed.

  “Hey,” I respond. “I’m here with Connor.” I set the phone down on the chair’s arm.

  “Oh, cool. What are you guys getting up to?”

  “Party!” Connor yells across the room. “We’re going to party!”

  “In a few minutes,” I explain. “We’re at his parents’ place in Dallas and about to go to some house party. What about you?”

  “I’m going to this family thing. It’s gonna be… kind of fun, I guess. It’s in a barn.”

  Connor laughs. “Be careful finding someone to kiss at midnight. It might be your cousin.”

  Tracey-Ann giggles. “Don’t worry. I won’t be kissing anyone.”

  Good, I grimly think.

  I shake my head. Where did that thought come from? I’ve gotten up with Tracey-Ann once. Not only do I not need to be jealous, I also, as a rule, don’t get that way.

  “How are you?” Tracey-Ann slowly asks.

  “Good,” Connor answers right away.

  “I’m fine,” I say. The words sound hollow. I don’t want to talk about myself. “We’ve been thinking about you.”

  Connor’s lips twist into a smile.

  Tracey-Ann’s breathing becomes audible. “You have?”

  I swallow the lump in my throat. It settles in my stomach and turns into a ball of heat. “Getting you on my bed was amazing.”

  “Yeah,” she answers. “It really was. I’ve been thinking about you guys too.”

  Her words are too good. I almost forget all about my parents and Dallas.

  “We want to do it again,” Connor says.

  Tracey-Ann doesn’t hesitate. “When?”

  I lean back in the armchair and hook my arm behind my head. A sharp hiss goes through my teeth. “Now, preferably. Right this second.”

  “Trust me,” Tracey-Ann says. “That really would be preferable to how I’m actually going to spend my night. The barn will be cold and my grandma will be there making sure no one underage drinks.”

  “Too bad you can’t come to our party,” Connor says.

  “Yeah,” she wistfully agrees. “Too bad.”

  My eyes drift closed. I can almost see her, that silky hair and those soft curves. I can feel her juicy flesh giving and spreading under the weight of my hands.

  “God, Tracey-Ann,” I breathe. “If I were there right now you wouldn’t be going to any party.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Fuck no,” Connor says from the bed.

  My balls constrict underneath my boxers. All of my clothes are too tight, too confining. I want to rip them off, and have Tracey-Ann magically appear with her lips an inch away from my cockhead.

  “Where are you?” I demand.

  “My bedroom.”

  “By yourself?”

  “Yes. Everyone else is downstairs. I’m relaxing… in bed.”

  I clench my teeth together to stop myself from groaning out loud.

  “What are you wearing?” Connor asks.

  I open my eyes to peer at him. He’s leaned back on his forearms and gazing at the ceiling. My eyes fall back on the phone.

  Tracey-Ann’s words slither through the line. “I’m not dressed yet. I just got out of the shower and I’m in my bathrobe.”

  My teeth dig into my bottom lip. I see her naked body perfectly. I’ve had it in front of me just once but it’s ingrained in my memory.

  “Is it open or closed?” I ask.

  “It’s loosely tied.”

  “Open it,” I bark.

  “Okay,” she shakily says. “I’m opening it.”

  “Are your tits out?”

  “They are.”

  On the other side of the room, Connor groans. I keep my eyes sealed on the phone and my head with Tracey-Ann. My cock grinds against my jeans. I undo my belt and unzip my pants halfway to give my bulge some relief from the pressure.

  “What do they look like?” I ask.

  “My… my breasts? There are goosebumps all over them.”

  “They want us,” Connor says.

  My cock painfully quivers. “Take your nipples. Roll them between your fingers.”

  A couple moments pass.

  “Are you doing it?”

  “Y-yes.” The one word shakes.

  I grin to myself. “What do they look like now?”

  “They’re getting harder.”

  “That’s us doing it to you,” I tell her. “We’re making your nipples tight and raw.”

  “I know,” she whispers. “It feels good.”

  I seal my eyes shut. My head spins. Just Tracey-Ann’s voice alone is fucking sensual. She could be talking about preparing taxes and I’d probably be turned on. To hear her tell about how good her fingers feel around her taut nipples makes me nearly out of my mind. I unzip my pants the rest of the way and let my cock spring out.

  “Twist them hard,” I tell her. I run my fingertips down the underside of my cock.

  “I am. I’m twisting.”

  “Christ," Connor hisses. "You're damn sexy, Tracey-Ann." He's pulled his dick out. He strokes it and gazes at the ceiling.

  “We’re hard,” I tell her. “We’re touching ourselves…separately. Hell, you know what I mean.”

  “Mmmm,” she breathes. “You are?”

  “Is your pussy dripping yet?”

  “I don’t know. It aches, though. It aches bad.”

  Connor interrupts. “Put your hands down there. Tell us what you feel.”

  Tracey-Ann moans softly. “My pussy is wet.”

  I tighten my grip around my cock. “Good girl. Touch your clit. Just a little.”

  She hisses.

  “Now rub your finger around it,” I instruct. “That’s my tongue. You feel me there?”

  “Yes,” she groans. “I do.”

  I swipe my hand from the base of my cock to the tip. I stroke faster and my balls fill with pressure. “Slip a finger inside your pussy.”

  Tracey-Ann moans low. “This feels so good.”

  “Put another finger in… and now another.”

  She makes a noise somewhere between a moan of pleasure and a cry of pain. “I’m stretched. I can’t fit anymore.”

  Heavy breathing and quick slaps come from Connor’s direction. He’s pulling on his dick like his life depends on it.

  Pre-cum pushes itself out of my cock. I m
ilk my tip, yanking more liquid from it.

  “You want to get fucked?” I ask the phone.

  “Yes,” the woman on the other end groans. “I want to get fucked bad.”

  “Fuck yourself with your fingers. That’s us fucking you.”

  Tracey-Ann moans on.

  I pound my cock harder. The pleasure ramps up. “Put your other hand on your clit. Rub it just the right way, baby. That’s me eating you out.”

  “Oh, Kade,” she cries. “It’s good.”

  “Come for us,” Connor says. “Show us how good it is.”

  She doesn’t skip a beat. “I’m coming!”

  Tracey-Ann’s euphoric cries flood Connor’s room. I go to town on my cock, putting half my strength into rubbing it. An orgasm blows through me. Cum shoots across my chest. Across the room, Connor cries out from his own explosion.

  My head drops back against the chair. My eyes drift closed and my cock twitches beneath my hand. I’m flying. Who knew getting off while on the phone could be almost as good as actually having sex?

  The phone crackles and a mattress squeaks on the other end of the line.

  “That was insane,” Tracey-Ann says.

  Connor’s feet thud against the floor. I open my eyes to see him sauntering towards the bathroom. He shoots a grin in my direction.

  “Amazing,” I echo.

  “I’ve thought about you guys fucking me,” she murmurs. “I’ve been thinking about it for weeks.”

  Electricity crackles across my skin. “We’re going to fuck you together. At the same time.”

  She doesn’t answer.

  Connor’s bathroom door is cracked. The whoosh of water pushes through the small space.

  “Are you afraid?” I ask.

  “No.” Her voice is strong and resolute. “No, I’m not afraid.”

  “Good. Get ready for it.”

  10

  Connor

  I plant both my palms against the duffel bag and give it one more shove. It goes about another inch into the overhead compartment and stops. Its corners bulge out and into the airplane’s aisle.

  “It fits,” I declare. “...Almost.”

  “It’s not gonna fit,” Kade says from his seat. “It’s too big.”

  “That’s what she said.”

  “Original,” he dryly says. “I’ve never heard that one.”

  I go on. “That’s what she said, and I made it fit anyway.”

  I elbow the corner of the bag. It slides in just enough for me to shut the door. “Success!”

  I drop into the seat next to Kade and buckle myself in. The last few plane passengers settle down around us.

  A woman in her thirties watches me from across the aisle. I give her a wave and a smile. “Ma’am.”

  She flashes her pearly whites.

  I lean my head close to Kade’s. “Cougar alert at nine o’clock,” I whisper. “Been a while since I had one of those.”

  Kade surreptitiously looks past my shoulder. “You’re still into that? I thought you outgrew it Freshman year.”

  I shrug. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. It’s been some good time, though.”

  I lean back and try to remember just how long it’s been since I hooked up with a woman who wasn’t in college.

  I can’t remember.

  Come to think of it, I can’t remember the last time I hooked up with a woman other than Tracey-Ann.

  Who I’ve only been with once.

  The phone sex last night didn’t count. I’m thinking real flesh on flesh grinding and pounding.

  My pulse speeds up. “Kade.”

  “Huh?”

  I stare at him. “I haven’t gotten with any chick other than Tracey-Ann since...” I scratch my head.

  “It’s been a few months,” he finishes. “For me, too.”

  The realization of what’s going on wraps around us.

  “Shit,” he says.

  “We’ve been busy,” I declare.

  “Not that busy.”

  My cheeks puff as I exhale. “I’ve lost my touch.”

  “Maybe you never had it to begin with.”

  “Hey now, that ain’t fair.”

  He smirks. “Life ain’t fair.”

  Kade's mood changed the second we entered the airport. It was like the black cloud following him around lifted. For some reason, he treats coming back home to Dallas like catching the plague. His dad is tough on him, sure, but mine can be the same every once in a while. For not the first time I wonder if something I don't know about is going on.

  “You know what’s funny?” I ask.

  Kade looks at me and waits.

  “There’s only one girl I want to hook up with.”

  “Me too.”

  I lock my eyes on his. “I want her more than I did before we got her in bed.”

  Kade sucks in a sharp breath through his nose.

  “It’s crazy,” I say. “I don’t want a girlfriend. Fuck that.”

  “You don’t need a girlfriend. Neither do I. And that ain’t what we’re talking about.”

  I chew on the inside of my mouth. “I’d bang Tracey-Ann senseless every day if I could.”

  “Same here.”

  “I want her on the regular. I just don’t want it to change anything.”

  “We can’t let girls get between us and football.”

  “Yeah, I know we can’t.”

  “The game comes first.”

  “Yeah,” I agree.

  Kade twists his lips and looks at the seat in front of him. He slowly starts to nod. “Then we’ll get her.”

  “No more waiting.”

  He looks back at me. “Fine. No more waiting. We have to be clear with her. She can’t be thinking it’s something more than it is. If we see her all the time she’s going to think she’s our girlfriend. We have to be careful.”

  “I know.”

  The captain comes over the speakers and starts making the pre-flight announcements. Kade opens his window blind and stares out at the tarmac.

  I find a magazine about home décor in the pouch in front of me and flip through it for a while. Reading about color schemes and choosing the right table centerpiece is about as interesting as staring at a blank wall.

  I give up and settle for looking at my lap. Tracey-Ann won’t get out of my head. The only girlfriend I’ve ever had was Meredith Jackson, back in tenth grade. It probably doesn’t count, since all we did was fool around and watch movies. Once I discovered girls were willing to get with me simply because I played football there was no going back. I chucked the idea of a girlfriend and claimed my new destiny.

  What would it be like to have Tracey-Ann be mine for real?

  I’d be sharing her with Kade. I wouldn’t mind. Heck, maybe I’d like sharing a girl as much as I like sharing a fuck.

  We’d take her out to dinners at fancy restaurants. Maybe she’d like to go hiking on the weekends. It would be nice to have someone to hit the trail with other than Kade. Maybe she would come watch our practices sometimes. A few of our teammate’s girls do that.

  I can’t remember ever wanting a girl around on the regular, but no girl’s been as uncomplicated as Tracey-Ann.

  I close my eyes and get as comfortable in my seat as I can. I’m not thinking straight. I barely know Tracey-Ann. I try to convince myself that the only two things I know are that she’s a good lay, and she’s easy to get along with. I’m kidding myself. There’s so much more to Tracey-Ann, but I need to slow my roll.

  Plus, Kade already made it clear. He wants Tracey-Ann for a casual thing, nothing else. Or so he says.

  My head is warped from missing workouts and eating too much. Holiday breaks always do that to me.

  In a few hours, I’ll be back at school and back to what matters. Football, football, football.

  Anything else comes second.

  No matter how tantalizing ‘anything else’ is.

  11

  Tracey-Ann

  I leave my suitcase at the door an
d collapse face first onto my bed. I stretch my legs out and let my cramped calf muscles sigh in relief. Two and a half hours of straight driving has done a number on me.

  Not to mention being around my whole extended family for almost two weeks. That’s had its own repercussions. My head is still jam packed from all the noise.

  My phone buzzes from somewhere nearby. I lift my face from my pillow and go to look for it. Digging it out from the bottom of my purse, I read the text.

  ‘Connor and I are back. Are you? We’re coming over to your dorm.’

  I drop the phone on my bed. I’m a mess. I haven’t showered since yesterday, I’m wearing sweatpants, and my hair is tangled and all over the place. I was planning on sitting in bed and watching TV shows on my computer for the rest of the day.

  I could tell Kade to forget about it, to turn his and Connor's butts right back around, but I don't want to. These guys have been on my mind every day of winter break. I didn't expect to see them this soon. I didn’t know if I would ever get their hands on me again.

  The promise of them coming over fills me with giddiness. It's been weeks since I've seen them; something like a month and a half.

  I’m as thirsty as a girl can get.

  ‘How long?’ I text back.

  ‘Fifteen.’ That’s all he answers.

  I jump up and rip my suitcase open to retrieve my toiletry case. Lily isn’t due back until tomorrow and thank God for that. Our dorm is still mostly empty, with only a few students here and there. Sneaking in Connor and Kade should be no problem.

  I hope.

  My heart hammers in anxiety as I rush through a shower. I tell myself the worst that could happen is someone sees me bringing guys in and reports me. I’d get a slap on the wrist and be told not to do it again.

  Honestly, the worst that could happen is the guys end up leaving without getting any. That would be the worst possible scenario. I might rip my hair out from frustration if things go down in that way.

  I fly from the shower to my room and throw on some yoga pants and a low-cut tank top. I want to look decent, but not like I’m trying too hard. Tight yoga pants are a half-step above sweatpants, I figure.

  I swipe on some tinted moisturizer and mascara and run a towel through my hair like a mad woman. I’m trying to go for ‘naturally pretty’. I want the guys to think I look like this just getting out of the shower.