Chapter Three

Zach

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," I say as I walk to my girlfriend in the bleachers. Judging by the way she reads her book, I doubt she can hear me with my helmet on, so I try it again.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

She looks up from her notes, taking me in with her lips slightly parted. Her eyes drag down my dirty practice uniform and I know what she's thinking. She's told me before how much she likes seeing me in my gear, and that's exactly why I came over to her before showering. We have yet to have locker room sex, but that is on my wish list.

Pulling my helmet off, I can feel the sweat across my brow as I use my arm to swipe it away, I watch a small smile tip on the edges of her lips at the motion.

Why is she so damn beautiful?

"Marry me?" I ask, almost absent-mindedly because I can't help myself. I want to lock this girl down.

She sighs, putting her notes on the seat next to her before standing and pushing onto her tiptoes so she can kiss me. I take it, gripping onto her shoulders in an attempt to keep her with me for longer.

She's not having any of it, though. She pulls away from me and gives me a tight smile.

"Not right now," She says quickly. Again, it's not a no. She never gives me a no, so I'll hold out and keep asking even though it's almost becoming a running joke between us.

But then her eyes flicker down, and I notice her smile fall. "What's wrong?"

Her brows cross as her eyes meet mine. When I see her face fully, I know there's definitely something up. "What do you mean?"

I kiss her again, studying her face. "Did something happen today? Your eyes aren't as bright as usual."

She sighs and her shoulders fall. I've caught her in something that she doesn't want to tell me about. "Nothing." She tries to wave off my concern, but I stare at her, waiting for her to open up. "Seriously, it's fine." I don't believe that and catch her wrist.

"If someone's hurt you, I'll torch the earth to find out who, so you might as well save the planet and tell me now."

She wriggles her wrist out of my hold and just as she tries to shake me off; I grab her hips, bringing her closer to my padded body.

"Honey," I warn.

She laughs it off, hitting me lightly on my chest padding.

"It's fine. It's all good. Some girl was talking shit about me." My back straightens and I see red. "It's all good. My new friends stood up for me, and I don't think that girl will be saying anything again."

"New friends?"

"Yeah, Jenni and Cole," she says so casually like it isn't a big deal. We haven't talked about it, but I know how hard it's been for her here.

"I like the sound of Jenni. Cole. Not so much."

She rolls her eyes and groans. "Why not"

"Because you're mine," I say, squeezing her side a little tighter and kissing her on the cheek. He calls me possessive, but I'm not. I just know what a lucky shit I am and don't want to lose the one thing that makes all of this worth it.

"Come home with me." I husk in his ear.

She pulls back, eyeing me suspiciously. "I thought you said you couldn't see me tonight. That's why I came to this?"

"Yeah, I was supposed to go over some video, but fuck it. I'll get up early and do it instead."

"Zach. I don't want to get in the way of you performing your best."

"You aren't. Please." I'm not averse to begging when it comes to her. "Let me show you my house at, at least. I know you don't want to live there. I've got that message loud and clear but you haven't even come over to see it." She purses her lips and pushes them to the side. "Let me spoil you a little tonight. I've got a bath. One that I'm more than happy to let you bathe in without worrying anyone is going to see you."

The hint of a smile quirks across her lips, but she tries to stop it.

"Okay." I can't deny that I'm beyond excited about this. "But only if you'll join me."

"How can I say no to that?" I smile, leaning down and kissing her on the lips, happy that I finally got what I wanted.

Honey in my new house naked. I guarantee once she's there, she's not going to ever want to step foot in her dorm again.

"Oh, did I tell you that I got a text from Tiff today?" I ask, cleaning up our dinner as Honey wraps my St. Michael's blanket around her body and snuggles into my brand-new leather sofa.

Honey's told me countless times that she dreams of being an independent woman, but looking at how at home she feels here makes me think she'll end up changing her mind sooner or later.

With four good-sized bedrooms, I have more than enough space for her, Tiff, and Ella to live here if they all wanted to.

"No. How is everything going with the lawsuit?"

"Not great. They did the DNA test which proves Jamie's the father, but that's only made them worse. They're trying to get full custody of Ella."

She blows out a surprised breath. "Wow, That's a bold move considering Ella's never even met any of them."

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

"Yeah. Her lawyers say it's just a power play. Their ultimate goal is for Tiff to sign an NDA and pay her off, but she's refusing that."

"Why? If she signs it, then she'll be able to forget about Jamie."

"You know Tiff. She's too proud to accept handouts from people. Especially from people who clearly hate her. But they also said that if she signs the NDA she's never allowed to mention Jamie to Ella. So when Ella's old enough and she might want to have a relationship with her father, she won't be able to because her father's information will be sealed in court."

Honey's brows cross. "But that doesn't make sense. Wouldn't she be able to find out via a DNA test or on the internet?"

"The Nicks have blocked their DNA records from any of those sites. Didn't your parents do the same thing?"

Honey nodded slowly as though she only realized how weird that is. See, that's the thing about rich people, they think paying companies like Google thousands of dollars to manipulate search results to hide information about themselves is perfectly normal.

"So Jamie doesn't want anything to do with Ella?"

"Nope."

"But that doesn't make any sense," Honey says with her brows crossed.

"Why not?"

"He's not the type of guy to shirk from a responsibility as big as a child."

"Umm, Honey. Do you remember what he did in high school? He didn't mind shirking his responsibilities for you and your parents back then. Don't get me wrong, I'm beyond happy he did because otherwise we wouldn't be here, but you can't forget he's an asshole."

She rolls her eyes, but we both know that this entire situation is messy. My girlfriend's father is helping her ex-boyfriend sue my cousin and there's nothing that either of us can do about it. Well, that's not true. I'm paying Tiff's legal bill, which I know she hates, but if it means she's free from this, it's worth it.

"Jamie is a man whore, that much is obvious, but I was there when he got the legal letter regarding a DNA test. I don't know. There was just something different about his demeanor."

I stare at her for a second, making her turn to look at me because how can she still find some light in the guy that made her the laughingstock of our school?

"What?" she asks.

"You're too good for this world, you know that?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it doesn't matter what this guy does to you, you will always have his back."

"It's not like that. It's just...we've been through stuff. I know him better than I'd ever like to admit."

"Yeah, you know him so well; you had no idea he was cheating on you." I immediately regret how terse I sound but I can't help it. He'll always be her first boyfriend and hearing her make excuses for him really riles me up sometimes.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Flat lipped, she glares at me. "Let's not start this again. I don't want to have an argument over something I have absolutely nothing to do with."

"Maybe not, but you don't have to defend him all the time."

"I'd rather see the good in people instead of focusing on their bad traits."

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

Honey closes her eyes, her jaw ticking at the constant noise. "Is that Tiff? Are you going to get that because I don't think you're going to stop getting messages until you do?"

Pushing my phone to the side, I move over to Honey with a sheepish smile on my face. I forgot to turn the phone on silent like I normally do when she's around and now I'm having to deal with the consequences.

"No. it's not Tiff. She's too busy with Ella to be wasting time talking to me."

I pull her into my chest, and she takes a deep breath. "So if it's not her, who's constantly texting and calling you?"

"No one important," I answer quickly, hoping she'll drop it but knowing I'm not lucky enough for that.

"Well, they clearly think you're important."

I roll my eyes, knowing I'm going to have to be honest with her. "Fine. One of the guys, Chris, gave my number to a bunch of people as a prank and now people won't stop calling."

Honey tries to stop herself from frowning, but she knows what I mean when I say people. Girls.

"What kind of people?"

"A lot of girls," I admit, on a sigh. "But I block their number the minute I bother looking at my phone again."

"And you don't respond to them?"

I laugh, before pushing her down so I'm caging her against the sofa. "Of course not. The only person I'm interested in is you, and I'd like to show you just how much."

I plant my lips on hers, crashing my body against hers, and pinning her against the cushions in my favorite kind of way. When I start to kiss her jaw line, her hand comes up to my neck and she moans loudly. A noise that I won't have to taper down.

"See how good this is?" I say, kissing just below her ear. "You and me in this big house, all on our own. You can be as loud as you want, and I can take you on every surface of this place."

She rolls her hips against my crotch. "Didn't you just say Tiff and Ella are moving in with you? Might be tough to be as loud as you want with a toddler in the house."

"Well, they haven't moved in yet, so I guess we should take advantage of the time we have now."

I lean in, cupping her cheek, and bringing her lips to mine.

Soft. Plump, and perfectly pink.

I've always loved Honey's lips and to this day can remember the first time I kissed her in the football tunnel. She was so broken back then, and it's been an absolute honor to watch her grow into the confident woman she is today. Even now, I know she wants to be known as more than just my future wife, and I admire the hell out of her for it.

Leaving soft kisses across her jaw and neck, I tickle my hands under her shirt, dragging them across her skin until I get to the fabric of her bra.

She moans out my name, opening her legs wider so I can nestle in between them. Even with jeans on, I'm sure she can feel my erection as I start to rock against her. As I kiss her neck, she takes some short, sharp breaths, moving her hips in time with mine.

"Zach, I want to take control." It came out as barely a whisper and when I move to lookup at her, she plants her hands on my chest, pushing me. "Lie back," she says until I'm resting against the pillows.

"Take your shirt off." I do as she says, loving it when she bosses me around. Her eyes roam my body before her fingers trace my abs as though she's counting how many I have. Then she drags her nails down, scratching my skin, which sends shock waves straight to my cock, making me involuntarily roll against her.

She giggles, tracing her finger around the edges of my belt now, looking up at me with a wanton expression before unbuckling my belt. Her hands grip my jeans and underwear, and she pulls them down at the same time before moving until she's sitting on top of me.

I toy with the edges of her pleated black skirt. "You know, I absolutely love these things." Her panty-covered pussy is resting on top of my cock, and I can feel her wetness soaking through. She throws her head back, giving me the opportunity to snake my hands up her shirt again and play with her breasts.

That forces her attention back to me, and she bites on her bottom lip, shaking her head. "You shouldn't be doing that.

She pushes off my cock and shuffles down my thighs until her face is close to my cock. I'm gripping the couch pillows with all my strength because the anticipation is killing me. When she wraps her hand around my shaft, I have to remind myself to breathe. Bringing her lips to my dick, she places a tiny kiss on the tip before using her tongue to lick from the base up. Then, she wraps her lips around the top of my cock, flicking her tongue against the tip while her hand works my base.

I'm wincing already, knowing that I'm not far. I never am when Honey does this, and she knows it. As she takes me further in, I throw my head back onto the cushions and thread my hands through her hair, guiding her as I do.

"You're so fucking hot, Honeycomb."

She bobs her head faster, sucking me at an unrelenting pace. I start to feel dizzy and the hold on her head relaxes. Shit. If I'm not careful. I could come any second now, and I want more.

Clearing my thoughts, I sit up and inadvertently push my dick down Honey's throat. She starts gagging so I pull her up immediately and feel bad when I see the mascara streaming down her face. "I'm sorry about that."

"That's okay. I kind of enjoyed it," she says dreamily, giving me a serene smile.

She liked that. It's official, Honey Sanderson is going to be my wife one day because I'm never letting her go.

While she's still a little delirious, I grab her hips and turn her around, bringing her down on top of me as my back hits the sofa again.

She squeals at the move, and yelps when her center lands on my face.

Perfect pussy everywhere. I'm in fucking heaven.

"Zach," She says, squirming against me. I can smell her arousal and it's so freaking hot to have her rubbing herself all over my face like this. I nuzzle my nose into her center, only for Honey to let out a hum and then a cry of approval.

"I was supposed to be getting you off." She grabs my cock and starts to move her hand up and down, and I let her think she has some control over this for a few seconds.

When she bends down to flick her tongue across the tip before bringing my cock it into her mouth, I moan into her underwear, biting down on her clit through the fabric.

She lets out a barely audible squeal because my cock is down her throat, and I take the opportunity to nudge her underwear out of the way with my tongue.

Her beautiful pussy is in my face, and if I were to die right now, at least it's in my happy place. I waste no time. I flick my tongue across her clit, using my nose to tease her center. She's so fucking wet already, I can't wait to slide my cock inside her warm heat after I make her come all over my face.

My balls tighten and with only a few more strokes, I know I'm done for. So before she can finish me off, I grab her hips again, and force her to sit up and balance against my face.

Even better. Unrestrained, Honey is sitting on top of me, making it easy to play with every single part of her.

She rocks against my face. "Zach, I can't stay upright with all the cushions."

"You can try," I reply, my voice muffled by Honey's perfect little pussy.

With my hands gripping her thighs to keep her in place, I lap at her clit quickly, only changing the method when I hear her lose her breath. Then I move to fucking her with my tongue. I want to put my fingers inside her, but I know if I move them from her thighs, she'll stop me and I'm not stopping.

Her hands fall down to mine and she holds onto them, helping her keep straight. "Zach. That feels. Oh my."

I smile into her cunt, flicking her clit faster before switching to fucking her with my tongue again.

Her grip against my hands tightens, and her thighs lock around my head, cutting off any oxygen I can I get. It's fine, life is only temporary, anyway.

As she falls apart, her pussy rubs over my face and I let her ride it out as she tumbles forward, pulling away from my tongue. Her hips are still rocking her through the orgasm, and not one to miss out, I scramble to my knees and push my cock inside her.

"Oh, fuck," I cry, sinking into her tight, warm heat as she convulses around me.

She feels so damn good.

Honey pushes her ass up in the air, resting her face against the pillows as I rock into her, not wanting to come just yet. It's too nice inside Honey to want to leave.

"Harder, Zach."

Well, that's not something I can say no to.

With my hands over her ass, I pound into her while my balls slap against her wet flesh, and she cries out in pleasure.

"So, Fucking. Good."

Her body moves with me, her face going straight into the pillows, but when she looks over my shoulder and smiles, I know what she wants. She doesn't have to ask anymore.

I slow my pace down enough for her turn so she's lying on her back and then I pull her hips up in the air and spear her with my dick. Over and over, I'm so close.

She knows it, too.

"Come on me, Zach."

Another request I'm never going to turn down. Just as I'm on the edge, I pull out of her, and jerk my cock off until it's too much and I'm coming. Ribbons of my cum land on Honey's stomach, and she starts rubbing it into her skin. I swear she's trying to make me come again.

"What was that for?" I ask as she licks her fingers clean.

"Just want to make sure you don't forget me."

"Forget you? Babe, you're the only thing on my mind. Have been since I kissed you in that tunnel senior year. Do you remember that?"

"Yes," She says, almost blushing, which is crazy, because she's currently lying naked in front of me with my cum all over her. If she doesn't understand how much she means to me now, I'm not sure she ever will.

Grabbing her by the thighs, I hoist her up and she wraps her arms around my shoulders, relaxing against me.

"Where are we going?"

"To take that bath I promised you," I answer simply, making my way up the stairs.

"Together?"

"I can think of nothing better."

"I'm not sure if I can handle anything else right now. My legs feel like jelly."

I glance down in between us to the sticky substance on her toned stomach.

"Mhm that's okay. My bath is big enough that you can just lie back and relax. I'll do all the work."

She drops her head to my shoulder, and I carry her naked form to the bathroom, ready to lavish her in even more attention.