I think about her hands clutching my sheets, her toes curled, her knees to her chest, her mouth open, sweat making her skin dewy and shiny, pert nipples thick and hard, cunt open and dripping, begging to be filled and fucked, bred and left dripping.
I think about Clara June in all the ways, all the positions, all the situations. And all I want to do is make that woman come.
My cock grows rigid as I tug, closing my eyes to envision Clara June bent over in that tub, exposing the back of her thighs and her ass to me. I’d sneak up behind her, sink my big hands into her narrow waist and tug that ass back to my groin. I’d grind my hard cock against her as she moaned for it, begging for me to make her come. And right there in the bathroom, I’d drop to my knees and bury myself in heaven’s gate until she lost her voice from crying for me to stop.
Another few strokes and I’m already there, unloading a week of release all over my chest and belly. It only takes a minute of imagining Clara June’s cunt on my face to make me spill.
After wiping up, I lock my phone and get out of bed, excited for the day. I used to be excited on game days, testing days, and days where the cafeteria was serving pizza because no lie, Bluebell High cafeteria makes some of the best slices.
Today I’m excited to maybe catch a message from Clara June if she has time. I’m excited to think about her all day, toreplay our messages and calls in my head when I’m waiting for students to pack up or the guys to get their cleats on.
Equally, I’m excited because today is Tanner’s first day back at school and practice. This Friday is his first game back, and the first step to getting him back on the road to scholarships and a future.
To make things even better, last night, I paid for the hotel rooms for the players and cheerleaders. Knowing that everyone will be off the road after the game a few weeks from now brings me a solace and levity that I can’t explain.
Taking care of the people I care about is all that matters to me.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
CLARA JUNE
My stomach has beenin knots all week.
A few different kinds of knots.
First, nervous knots.
Tanner returned to school and practice on Monday, and while he said it all went well, I am still nervous. He loves football and takes the impending scholarship soseriously that I’m not sure he would tell me if he was a little too sore, or if he went back a little too soon.
I’m scared for him that if he overdoes it, he’ll be out additional weeks, and mentally, I’m not sure he can take that. As it is, it was very hard to keep him home the last week of his recovery. Dr. Denton called to remind Tanner that his brain is still recovering from the concussion, and it’s not just the collarbone injury he’s nursing. Still, I don’t think the doctor’s stern warning even slowed Tanner down.
The other knots in my belly? Dean.
Dean McAllister. Just saying his name brings a little dreamy sigh out of me. He’s one of those men that you don’t really think exist until you meet him for yourself. And I still can’t even believe that he’s single. A hunk with great employment is one thing, but add in height, muscles, a great smile, a love for his community, the way he bonds with his students and players, his drive to help them—I’m practically pregnant just thinking about him.
Seriously.
We’re going to see him tonight.
We, as in, me and the boys invited Coach McAllister to have chili dogs with us after practice. The thing is, I like Dean, and Dean likes me. This much I know based on the frequency in which we talk to each other, and the way he talks to me, too. I don’t know what will happen between us, but I’m hopeful, and with that hope and excitement, I’m also honest.
I don’t try to hide things from the boys. I’ve never brought a man into this house, I’ve never introduced them to anyone else, I’ve never had to have a talk with them about the possibilities of someone new.
But with Dean? It’s different. We’re getting closer by the day, and I want the boys to know about our friendshipdirectly. I want them to be aware and communicate with me about how it makes them feel, be it good or bad.
So before we invited Dean to dinner tonight (can you call eating something at a standing table dinner?) I sat Rawley, Tanner and Archie down, and shot them straight-ish.
“Coach McAllister and I have become friends. Are you guys okay with me and Coach McAllister seeing each other? Is it okay if he’s at the house sometimes? You know, you can tell me if you don’t like it. I would never bring anyone in our home if you guys didn’t like him.”
I rattled that all off in one breath, making Tanner extend a fist toward Rawley, who in turn pressed his own into his brother’s.
“Ten bucks, pay up, sucka,” he gloated, after Rawley slapped a ten dollar bill into his palm.
When I’d asked what the bet was about, it wasn’t what I thought. I thought maybe Rawley didn’t believe that Dean and I were getting closer, but that Tanner did.
Nope.
