Chapter 7

chapter seven

Gavin

I like the way Daisy is letting me in, but I don't really know how to process it. I've never had a girlfriend before, so there have never been any meaningful conversations. I actually care about the things she is telling me and that is weird.

This past year has changed me. Ever since we found out about Levi's heart condition, I don't want to waste any time with anything other than spending it with him. I feel like I constantly need to reel him in, follow him around, and make sure he isn't doing anything that could cause him stress. Football was the only thing we really had in common so I became more serious about it.

I don't know how to do the whole girlfriend thing, so I just hooked up with girls to get my mind off of the constant stress of needing to perform on the field. Trust me, the stress of not being as good as my brother is everywhere I go.

I spent the entire summer between junior and senior year in the gym. I would condition from sunrise to sunset. I lifted weights until my palms bled, and I ran drills with one of our assistant coaches until he basically quit on me. Still, my dad would suggest I wasn't doing enough. I became obsessed with trying to impress him. I wanted him to say the same things to me that I'd heard him tell Levi a million times.

"You said you wanted to hang out with me," I acknowledge.

She smirks, "I said that?"

Adjusting myself in the bed to face her, I bop her on the nose with my finger, "Yep, you did. Now you're stuck with me."

"Well, this is the last excursion day before we head back to port. If you wanna hang out with your family, I totally get it."

I tut, rolling my eyes at her. "No fucking way, pretty girl. Today, I'm all yours."

She blushes, and my stomach twists in knots.

"So, Phoenix Richardson," she starts, "tell me something about yourself that doesn't involve football."

I stare at her for a second, thinking of what I might say, knowing damn well that most of my life is controlled by football. Then, I contemplate telling her to stop calling me Phoenix, but ultimately, I decide to tell her how boring I am.

"Uh... Well, I like to stay home."

Her brows pinch inward, and she pulls her head back confused, "What do you mean?"

I chuckle nervously, "Well, I'm a homebody. I don't really like to go out, and I hate parties."

She glances at the ground, and I instantly regret saying that after what she told me about her mother.

"Me too," she agrees. "There's nothing appealing to me about a house full of red cups and drunk guys looking for a decent lay."

I feel my stomach turn and my face twist, "I don't want to think about you hooking up with other guys."

She rolls her eyes, "Come on, hotshot. Stop acting like every single girl in the world doesn't fall at your feet when you score your touchdowns."

Feeling defensive, I hold up my hand, "Let me just stop you right there. I play defense."

She crosses her arms, confused. "And?"

"Well, I'm not exactly out there scoring touchdowns. I'm keeping the other team from scoring them."

She stares at me like she has no clue what I'm talking about.

"Safety," I quip. "That's my position."

She waves me off, "Whatever, you know what I meant. What exactly does this mysterious safety position do?"

I chuckle, "I make sure the receiver is covered. I protect the pass game. When a ball is thrown down the field, it's my job to make sure that the guy doesn't catch it."

"Oh," she nods, pretending like she gets it, even though I can still see the gears turning in her head.

"Do you know anything about football?" I ask.

"Um, I know the quarterback gets the ball first and you try to get it to the endzone for a touchdown."

Smiling, I nod. "That's right."

The way she grins from ear to ear, like she's a kid that just won the biggest prize, makes my stomach flip.

"See, I know football."

Part of me wants to pull her into my arms and explain the entire game to her, but the other part of me wouldn't dare knock her off this high she's on.

"So, besides hiding in your room 24-7 with black out curtains and enough food for a natural disaster, is there anything else you like to do?"

"I don't know," I chuckle. "I'm not sure I know myself outside of football."

She shakes her head, "Well, someone needs to fix that."

"Someone like you?" I smile.

Her cheeks are red, and I can't help but look into her eyes as they sparkle. She stares at me a beat longer before those eyes fall to my lips.

"Kiss me," she demands breathlessly.

I hesitate, knowing that the second I take her lips against mine I won't be able to stop. Right now, though, I feel… wanted, really wanted. Not just because I'm captain of the football team, or because my brother is Levi Richardson. This is different.

She seems to realize how conflicted I am right now, because she backs away.

"I'm sorry, I just thought that you wanted…" She whispers.

I shake my head, "No, Daisy. God, it's not that I don't want to."

Quickly, I grab her nape, my thumbs brushing gently along her jawline, taking her lips against mine.

Her head angles and I gently swipe my tongue against hers. She wastes no time crawling into my lap, her lips never leaving mine. Instead, they only become more possessive. I swallow her whimper as my dick grows thick against her center.

"This fucking shirt," I whisper, yanking it over her head, the thought of it belonging to another guy infuriating me.

The way her eyes sparkle up at me, as if she's sorry it wasn't my shirt, is adorable. I try my best to memorize the way she looks right now, because as much as my heart is trying to trick me into it, I know that it won't last. This moment will flee just as quickly as it came and I'll be left with the only thing that is constant. Football.

But right now? Right now, I want to hold on to this feeling.

She brings her lips closer to mine, and I devour her. The softness of her hair is intertwined between my fingers as I pull her against me.

The kiss deepens but she pulls away and exhales, her eyes still closed.

"What's wrong?" I ask, and her eyes open to mine.

"I'm sober."

I tilt my brows inward, "You need to be drunk to kiss me?"

"No," She laughs. "You didn't want to have sex last night because I was drunk. Now I'm undrunk."

I can't hide my smile, "You are undrunk."

"So, you still worried about taking advantage of me?"

She flutters her lashes all cute-like, and pouts.

Shaking my head, I smile, "In no universe, under any circumstance, would you ever have to pull out that puppy dog face, and if you do I'm in trouble."

"So is that a yes?" she beams, her naked chest perfectly on display, right within my grasp.

I've known this girl for less than 24 hours and she's already turned me into a sappy pile of mush. I think if she asked me to jump off of this boat, I would.

"That's a fuck yes."

She throws her arms around my neck, kissing me again, her perfectly round tits pressed against my chest. Practically begging for me to touch them. I pinch her nipple between my fingers and her breath hitches. The way her body responds to my touch makes me desperate for her.

"Wait!" She breathes, pulling back. "This is casual. No strings attached. We both leave tomorrow and we're okay with the fact that we will never see each other again. I can't do a long distance thing, and well I've… I'm just a mess honestly."

Her rambling makes me chuckle. I want to argue with her, but deep down I know she's right.

"It's just sex," I agree, knowing damn well that I'm already obsessed with her.

She nods, pulling my shirt over my head, our bodies connecting instantly. The warmth of her skin setting my soul on fire.

The mattress dips as she pushes me down against the softness of the bed, her legs still wrapped tightly around my hips. Her blonde hair hangs down, framing her face as she pulls away, and slides both of her hands down my stomach.

"I'm pretty sure your abs have abs."

The compliment makes my dick ache. I need her.

Her slender fingers make their way to the waistband of my shorts, toying with the elastic, those red nails that I love on display.

"I'm gonna need you to stop complimenting me, unless you want me to turn feral."

A wicked grin spreads across her cheeks as she leans down and presses her lips against my ear. "That's exactly what I want."

I flip her off me, my much larger body caging her underneath me. Her legs fall apart as I situate myself against her center. Confidently, I slip her panties down her caramel thighs, watching carefully as the absence of the black fabric exposes her completely.

And then, I lose my fucking mind.

I slide my index finger gently from her belly button, to her clit. She sucks in a breath, and I dip my finger inside her.

"So fucking pretty," I growl. "I want you so bad right now."

My words cause her eyes to dart from my hand between her thighs to my face.

"I want you, too." She practically begs.

I dip my mouth down to her pussy and she gasps as I use my tongue to lick a sensitive area of her thigh, her hips bucking toward me, desperate.

Taking the finger that is buried deep inside her, I apply pressure to the spot I know is gonna make her crazy. Watching her unravel, I spread her lips and gently swirl my tongue against her swollen clit.

I lick again and again, until her whimpering turns louder. The rhythmic lapping of my tongue mixed with her near screaming has my dick dripping with precum.

Within seconds her orgasm rips through her body, causing her thighs to tighten against my cheeks. I can't help but wickedly grin at her while planting a single kiss to her perfect pussy.

I just ate her out like it was a fucking football game that I came to win.