Chapter Nine

Colter

Ava mentioned her roommate and best friend, Hallyn, would be arriving today. She reminded me this morning after I got home from conditioning that her boyfriend would be with her.

I've heard his name around along with the rumors he's the starting QB for Keaton. I guess there's some truth to him being the reason Alec transferred to play for the Eagles after all.

Football season is underway, and I wasn't going to let anyone get in my head. No way was I going to let them interfere with my relationship with Ava either.

"Will you help me carry my bags inside?" I overhear Hallyn ask Tanner in the dining room.

We managed to finish moving in Ava's furniture right in the nick of time.

He doesn't see me standing in the doorway to Ava's room when he glances down at his arm, clenching his jaw in annoyance.

"Are your legs broke; can't you get it? I told you I tweaked my arm at practice today," Tanner barks.

"Don't worry. Ava asked me to bring a couple things up from her car. I'll grab yours too, while I'm out there." I lift my hand to Hallyn, waving it off that it's no problem.

Tanner curls his lip in a snarl as if he's trying to warn me to back off and mind my own business.

"It's no problem, man." I smirk. "You rest up that arm. You're gonna need it if you think you're going to beat Braysen this year." I add a wink, playing it off that I'm joking.

I should've known this kid would be an asshole after the way Ava has spoken about him.

I have no idea what Hallyn sees in him. Hell, I don't know her well enough to even speculate, but it makes sense why Ava didn't want to stay with her brother, knowing he'd be there too.

Ava is busying herself with putting her clothes away in her closet when I finish a few minutes later. She stops what she's doing and picks up her wallet from her dresser.

"Here, take this." She holds out money for me, and I shake my head.

"I'm not takin' your fuckin' money, Ava." I chuckle under my breath, and she narrows her eyes on me, clearly not liking my answer.

"Actually, yes, you will." She crosses her arms over her chest. "Did you think I didn't hear you talking to your boss this morning about covering the cost of having the truck parked at your place for the past week? I've already called to take care of it while you were moving everything in, and you'll take the money too."

"You did what?"

"You heard me. Now take the damn money, Colter."

I growl, turning to push her bedroom door shut and stalk toward her. She's not the least bit intimidated by me, though, and she doesn't back down.

"I said I don't want your damn money, now put that shit away." She raises her brow, and I bend down, lifting her in my arms.

Her legs wrap around my waist without hesitation.

"You want to know how you can thank me?" I ask, moving us until she's pinned against the wall.

She shakes her head, and I thrust against her, and just like I knew it would, her face softens for me.

"I don't know." I smirk. "I think you do."

"What?" she mutters breathlessly.

"Take your shirt off."

This time, she doesn't hesitate and reaches between us for the hem of her shirt, tugging it over her head and tossing it a few feet away. She doesn't wait for further direction as she unhooks her bra and adds it to the pile.

I lean in, trailing kisses along her smooth skin. When I flick my tongue over her nipple, she leans her head back against the wall, and her eyes roll closed. A low hum escapes her mouth, and I grin, latching my lips around her beaded skin.

She drags her nails over my scalp, tugging on the strands, and I groan.

"I think I have a few ideas," she mutters.

I release her nipple with a pop, and she sucks in a sharp breath. "What are they?"

She nods toward her bed, and I carry her with me, taking a seat on the edge. I'm waiting for her to finish undressing, expecting her to ride me like she did last night. Good God, I wasn't prepared for what a wild ride it would be.

This girl is always full of surprises; she drops to her knees in front of me and runs her hand over the front of my pants.

"You don't have to," I mutter, but even she knows by the croak in my throat how badly I want to see her lips wrapped around my hard dick.

"I know, but trust me, I want to."

Her tongue darts out and wets her lips, and all I can think about is picturing her doing the same to my cock.

She reaches for the zipper on the front of my jeans, and I squeeze my hands into a fist to resist touching her, letting her take the lead, except for when I stand to let her tug my pants to my ankles.

When she wraps her soft hand around my length and tightens her fist, testing it out before she leans in to flick her tongue over the tip, all coherent thoughts escape my mind.

I lean over and grip her chin. "I want you to do this because you want to, not because you think this is some way you need to thank me for helping you. You hear me? If that's what this is about, then we can stop here."

"Remember our conversation the other day when Beckham interrupted us?"

I nod, thinking about how heated that first conversation was.

"I wasn't only thinking about how badly I wanted you to touch me, to taste me." Her voice breaks. "I was thinking about what it would be like to pleasure you. To make you feel good."

My finger traces along her lower lip before she sucks the tip into her mouth. My nostrils flare as I watch how she doesn't take her eyes off me while she does.

She's teasing me in a way only Ava could.

I slip my finger out of her mouth, and my voice is deep when I say, "Open your mouth, Ava, and keep your eyes on me."

She stares up at me from beneath her lashes. I grip the base of my dick, and she swipes her tongue over the head, causing my breathing to grow erratic.

There's a fire in her gaze when she notices how I react to her touch, and it seems to spur her on when she wraps her hand around mine and stretches her lips to take all of me.

Tears fill her eyes as she struggles to take me into her mouth. She chokes and gags, but it doesn't deter her. If anything, she only picks up the pace, working to take more each time.

The sound of her stifled moans and the mascara mixed with her tears streaming down her face shouldn't turn me on as much as they do, but fuck.

"I'm close, baby. If you want to stop, you need to pull off now."

Her eyes flash up to mine, and her head subtly shakes. I grit my teeth and stammer out, "You sure?"

She doesn't answer this time, only responding by taking more of me, and I release control and succumb to the pleasure. She attempts to swallow it before she pulls off, sitting back on her legs, holding her mouth open so I can see as she continues to fist my dick until every last drop covers her tongue and lips, dripping down to her chest.

"You can't fuckin' be real, baby." I stare at her in a daze, and she grins, swiping her tongue over the tip, making sure she gets every drop.

"I guess that means we're gonna have to break in the shower next." She nods toward her bathroom and grins.

"Get your sweet ass in there. Now."

Give me about five minutes, and I'll be ready for round two. Hell, watching her slip off the rest of her clothes might cut that time in half.

When she pushes herself to stand, I bend down to kiss her, not giving a damn about what just happened or how I can taste myself on her lips.

All I want is more of her in every way I can have her.