Chapter Fourteen

Ava ~ December

It's the last home game of the season, and now we're on to the conference championship. My freshman year is flying by, and sometimes I'd like to have a remote to slow things down or go back to some of my favorite parts.

Without a doubt, most of those would include my time with Colter.

Colter told me about his conversation with Alec that day after practice. It wasn't long after that Alec called and asked if we could meet for lunch between classes.

I tried to remind myself that Alec had been more like my best friend than my brother for years. While I know he means well, it meant a lot to me to have him admit he needs to step back and let me live my life.

We might have grown up bickering and fighting with each other, but aside from Hallyn, there was never anyone who would've had my back more than him.

Before Colter came into my life anyway.

Colter: I'm getting out of the shower now. Meet me outside the locker room in five.

I smile when I read the text as another one comes through.

Colter: Oh, and make sure you're wearing my jersey.

My cheeks heat thinking about the first night I met Colter. What started off as playful and innocent flirting was like the stroke of a match, and once the fire was lit, there was no putting it out.

If anything, we've slowly been stoking it for weeks. We both knew what the mention of me wearing his jersey meant.

When he steps out of the locker room five minutes later, as expected, his eyes lock with mine before dropping down to what I'm wearing. There's a hungry look in the depths as he stalks straight toward me, reaching for my hand.

"Let's get out of here." His voice is low, but there's no missing the heat in his voice.

He links our fingers together and leads me outside. A lot of cars are still in the parking lot.

Colter doesn't say a word when he drops his bag off in his truck, urging me to leave mine with his.

"Where are we going?" I ask, but he doesn't answer. Not until I tug on his hand. For a second, I wonder if he even heard me.

"You'll see," he replies.

The temperatures have dropped in South Carolina, getting into the low forties. A chill shivered down my spine, although I'm not sure if it's from the weather or the thought of what tonight could bring.

We take the sidewalk flanking the building toward the indoor practice field that both the football and soccer teams use. Colter pulls out a set of keys and sticks one in the lock, looking both ways to see if anyone is around.

"What the hell are you up to, Colter Vaughn?" I ask, pulling on his hand again.

"You trust me?"

"Of course I do, but I have to admit you look like you're up to trouble right now."

He grins, his eyes flicking between mine down to my lips.

"Trouble is a good way of describing it. It sounds… naughty." He wags his brows, reaching for the doorknob and pulling it open.

The lights are low, and he reaches for my hand again, leading me past the row of bleachers and out onto the field.

I study the side of his face, wondering what the hell he is thinking right about now until he comes to a stop.

His eyes drop down to what I'm wearing, and he nods toward me.

"You still wearing your uniform beneath my jersey?" His gruff voice has desire pooling low in my belly.

I nod, lifting the hem of the jersey to reveal my dance skirt underneath.

"What about under that?"

I don't bother using my words although I'm starting to wonder if I can even form a sentence with the way he's looking at me now. Instead, I answer him by reaching for the hem of my skirt too, revealing the briefs we wear under our uniforms.

"Take them off." He nods. "Your panties too."

"Wha-What?"

"You heard me, Ava. You can leave them right there." He motions toward the ground.

The girl I was before I met Colter would never do something like this. Take her panties off in public and do what? What does he think is going to happen next?

I don't care, though. I throw caution to the wind and reach beneath my skirt, pushing my briefs and panties to the ground.

His nostrils flare when he spots my neon pink underwear sitting on top. He bends down and grabs them, shoving them into the pocket of his gray sweats.

There's no missing the bulge forming in his pants either, but he doesn't move to cover it up. Instead, he responds by grabbing my hand again and muttering for me to "come on."

It's on the tip of my tongue to ask what we're doing when he leads me out to the center of the field. The Braysen Bulldog logo is painted on the grass, with the markings indicating the fifty-yard line.

When he stops and turns to face me, a devious smile stretches across his face. He drops to his knees on the ground in front of me, a low gasp escapes my lips, and he grins.

"Tell me what you're thinking, Ava."

I shake my head as words once again escape me. I rub my legs together, and his eyes trail down my body, eyeing me as I sway toward him, feeling unsteady on my feet. He runs his hand up my inner thigh that I already know is slick with my arousal.

"Mmm," he hums before lightly brushing his finger over my pussy. "What's this?"

My hands dart out, gripping his shoulder to hold myself upright.

When Colter pulls his hand away, revealing my wetness coating his fingers, my mouth drops open when he sucks the digit into his mouth.

He reaches behind his head and pulls his hoodie off, carefully setting it on the ground.

"C'mere," he mutters, pulling me with him to kneel on his hoodie. "Lie back and spread your legs open for me."

It takes a second before my body responds to his words. I swear, I'm living in a daze, but I follow his instructions and recline on my elbows, sprawling out for Colter on his sweatshirt.

"My God, you're fuckin' perfect." Our eyes lock before he lets his gaze trail down my body.

He brushes his fingertip along my inner thigh again, trailing up toward my pussy. His fingers are so soft, like a light caress, and it's enough to drive me out of my damn mind.

"So wet," he mutters low, and I thrust my hips toward him. He grins and says, "And so needy."

"Colter, please—" I say, but I'm cut off when his finger slips into me, and my eyes roll closed. I can only respond with a muffled "Fuck."

He curls his finger and brushes his thumb gently over my clit, and I moan. My chest heaves while I struggle to catch my breath.

"Pull your shirt up. Let me see you play with those pretty nipples."

I collapse onto the ground and pull my shirt up. I can hear the slick sound of his fingers entering me, and it only turns me on more.

"Goddamn, I don't know how I got so fuckin' lucky with you."

"Colter, I want you." I brush my finger over my nipple and my body trembles.

He pulls his hand away, and my pussy clenches, missing the absence of him inside me.

I stare between my legs, watching him tug his sweats over his hips, revealing his hard length. Watching the impressive sight of his large hand gripping his length, fisting himself, with my wetness coating his skin it's another level of hot.

Colter nods toward me. "On your hands and knees. I want to see my name on your back while I fuck you."

I scramble to turn over, and he hums, running his hand over my spine and down toward my ass before landing a hard swat against my cheek.

"Good girl," he murmurs, brushing the tip of his dick over my pussy before lining himself up at my entrance.

Even at this angle, there's a noticeable size difference between us. When he wraps his arm around my waist, he holds me up enough to where he can slide in easily. Fuck, I wasn't prepared for how deep he'd feel from this position.

"You okay?" he mutters against my neck. I gasp, trying to catch my breath and nod.

"I said I want you, and that meant all of you. Give me what I want, and don't hold back."

He growls, setting me on the ground, and grips my hips. When he pulls out and back in, I yelp, not expecting the force of his punishing thrusts.

I press my chest against the ground and arch my back, reaching my hand between my legs to rub my clit. He mutters a low "fuck" when he feels my fingers brush over him as he pistons into me. Nothing but the sounds of our skin slapping and our choppy breaths fill the air around us.

"You. This. It's all I fuckin' want, Ava. Tell me I can have you forever. 'Cause seeing my name printed on your back," he grunts, picking up his pace and digging his fingers into my hips.

"Yesss," I hiss. "All of you."

It's all I can get out, but it's enough for him. A low groan vibrates from deep in his chest, and when I follow it up with "I love you," it's enough to send us both crashing over the edge.

"Aw, fuck," he moans, repeating the words over and over, intermixed with other praises. Trembles wrack through my body, followed by the blissful feeling of floating, and Colter collapses on the ground next to me, pulling me in his arms.

"I love you," he whispers, pressing his lips to my temple, then trailing them down toward my ear. "And I promise, soon, you'll be wearing my last name forever."

I roll over, facing him and holding his face in my hands. He leans into me, turning his head to kiss one of my palms, and smiles.

I sigh. "You're all I want. Forever."