Falling - On the Banks of Lake Saint Clare (Falling - Book One) (14 page)

“A million? Yikes!”

“It was all great. All great, and call me Jaclyn,” she said. “This is Jack, Michael’s
d
ad.”

“Hey girl,” he said, sounding more chipper than what I expected a doctor to sound.

“Nice to meet you,” I reached over and shook his hand. “Jack and Jaclyn, that’s cute. Who did Michael get his athletic abilities from?” I asked, watching him walk to the dug out.

“Me,” they both said in unison and laughed.

“We have no clue,” she said. “We are so uncoordinated in every sport there is.”

I looked up and saw the girls were still discussing Brad and Michael. At least we were good for something. We gave them an evening of excitement.

I sat and watched the rest of the game with his parents. They were so nice and so funny that I instantly felt comfortable around them. After the game, Michael made his way to the bleachers and sat down in front of me. He took my hand and smiled. “And who are these people?” He asked, looking beside me, “Are they claiming to be my parents again?”

“Stop,” his mom slapped him.

“Good game, Son,” His dad patted him on the back. “Really good game. Where’s D?”

“D?” I asked.

Michael smiled, “Dad thinks he’s a homie and calls Derek ‘D’. Just humor him. It gave him a huge ego when it actually caught on and everyone started calling him
‘
D
’
. He is picking up the bats and crap.”

“Young man,” his mom scolded, “why aren’t you out there helping?”

He held both his arms out and waved them up and down like I was a car at a car show. “
I c
ouldn’t wait to see this. There was a little incident before the game and I was worried about her.”

I looked at him and shook my head. I didn’t want him to tell them. I didn’t want them to know I caused incidents.

Thankfully they got distracted and he didn’t explain.

“What’s the plan for the rest of the evening? Are you mine?” Michael asked.

“I guess so. I just need to let the girls know I’m leaving with you.”

“I’ll meet you in the car.”

I made my way to the girls,
“I’m heading out with Michael.”

They looked up from their deep conversation, “Awe! You aren’t coming to spend the night? I thought that was the plan,”
Abbie
whined.

“I wasn’t aware we had a plan.”

“I texted you an hour ago that we were going to hang out at
The Lane
and then have a sleepover at my house.”
             
“I don’t have my phone,” I said, pointing to it in Erica’s hand. “Did you not notice that you got my text?”

“I thought it was for me, so I texted back that it sounded cool.”

“Why would
Abbie
be asking you through a text when you are two inches away from her?”

She shrugged; “I thought it was odd but didn’t question it.”

I looked down and saw Michael had decided to wait on me. I was so torn. I wanted to be with Michael more than my friends, but I didn’t want to hurt their feelings.

“Go with Michael,” Erica suggested
,
“
and have him bring you by
Abbie
’s and you can sleep over. We will be up all night anyway.”

“I love you!” I said, grabbing my phone. “I’ll be over in a bit or meet you at
The Lane
.”

We started walking to the car, Michael a few feet in front of me. “You’re slow,” he turned around and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder with no effort.

“How much you weigh, girl?” He grunted “250? 280?”

I slapped him.
“Put me down,” I yelled, “You’re going to hurt your back.”

He set me down in front of the car, “How much you weigh?”

“I don’t know 115?” I was wondering why he’d ask. “Why?”

“Der, I am big dumb ass football player,” he said, “I just lifted
115
. Gotta post it. Gotta get my post on.”

I started laughing, listening to him sound exactly like Brad.

I looked out the car window and saw Brad sitting two spots over looking our way.

“Yikers,” I smiled, “Think he heard us?”

Michael looked over at him and held up his hand, three fingers twisted around each other.

He could tell I was confused. “He’s been telling people I’m in a gang,” he smiled. “Tried to get me kicked off the team saying I was gangstah.”

“What’s the deal with the gang sign?” I asked, realizing what he was doing.

“This?” he asked, showing it again.

“Uh yeah?” I asked nervously.

“I don’t know. Just made it up. Pretty convincing, eh?” He laughed, pounded his chest twice, and looking up, “For you, Biggie. Peace out,”
h
e said, shooting him a peace sign.

“You crack me up.”

“Before we leave,” he said, putting the keys in the ignition, “I have waited all day for this.”

I felt his warm hand on my cheek as he leaned toward me and placed his soft lips on my lips. My heart started pounding as hard as always.

He put his hand on my heart, “That always makes me smile,” he said, without moving his lips.

“Damn, I stink,” he said, rolling down the window. “How do you stand me? Gag.”

When we got to Michael’s house he realized he didn’t have his house key. “My parents will be home in a few. Let’s get in the back and do it really quick.”

“Funny,” I smiled, but was getting aroused thinking about it. “I’d like to see you in the back seat trying to ‘do it’.”

“You would? You want to see. You want to see me get my freak on with you back there?”

“Freak on?” I asked.

“That’s what I call it in my rap I made for you,” he smiled.

“Awe, sing it, I want to hear this rap.”

“You don’t sing a rap. Damn, you are so white.”

He took my hand and kissed it looking in my eyes. I saw his eyes move to my breast. I could feel my nipples get hard while he looked at them and then back up to my eyes.

He leaned his seat back in a reclining position and closed his eyes, still holding my hand. I watched him, wondering if he was falling asleep. He was so quiet.

“I never stop thinking about you,” he sighed, breaking the silence. “I have never met a girl that I th
ink
about every minute of the day. All I want to do is be with you all the time. I want to hear your voice. I want to make you laugh because I love hearing it so much. I just fell for you so fast that it scares me.”

Oh God, does he want to stop seeing me? Erica had a guy tell her he liked her too much to date her. Maybe that’s a stupid guy thing. My heart was beating faster and I was getting more nervous by the second. He was just sitting there with his eyes closed.

“I don’t want to think of you going out with anyone else,” he said quietly. “I know we just started seeing each other, but is there a chance that you would just be with me. I don’t want to date anyone besides you.”

I sighed hearing he wanted to be my boyfriend. I was so relieved. “That was a suckie rap,” I smiled.

He leaned over and kissed me. “Yes?” He pleaded with his eyes.

“Absolutely,” I smiled.

“Whew,” he sighed. “Now we can do it in the back,” he joked.

“This place is huge,” I said, following Michael and
Jaclyn
through their house. “It doesn’t look that big on the outside.”

“I thought the same thing when we were looking at it,” she said. “This is Derek’s room
.
”

I looked in and thought for teen’s room, it was sure spotless.

Michael pulled me down the hall, stopping at the next room and said, “This is the parent’s room,” I looked in. It was so beautiful with a huge fireplace on the back wall. “This is where all the magic happens,” he winked at me. “They are like animals, on each other day and night.”

His mom popped him on the butt, “Stop saying that,” she blushed. “Good lord Michael, Alex doesn’t even know us.”

“They are wild,”
h
e whispered loud enough for her to hear. “My room!” he said, yanking me down the hall. “We got it from here, Mom,” he pulled me into the room and shut the door. “I’m glad she’s gone,” he yelled, knowing she was outside the door. “No Alex, I will not take my pants off!”

I opened the door and saw her standing there. “Does he always act like this with you?” I laughed.

“All the time,” she sighed. “I’m going to go fix some dinner. Are you two eating here?”

Michael looked at me. I shrugged. I had no idea what he had I mind.

“Sure. We will eat here. Will Dad grill? I need some major protein since I just pitched a winning game. What was the score, my girlfriend?” he said with a faux feminine accent.

“Twenty to 2” I smiled.

“And who hit a grand slam, girlfriend?”

“Modest you?”

“Damn straight.”

“He never brags on himself, Alex. Trust me, he’s really very humble. I will go tell Dad to put some steaks on.” She walked toward the kitchen and Michael closed the door.

“What are you doing?” I asked nervously.

“I’m going to shower.”

I walked over and opened the door. My paren
ts have a rule, open
bedroom doors.

“That’s fine,” he shrugged, taking off his shirt.

“Oh good
l
ord,” I said
,
not realizing I had said it out loud.

“What?” He asked, walking to his closet. “Sit,” he said, pointing to the bed.

I took a step backward and sat on the edge of the bed, no
t able to take my eyes off him.

“I’ll be right back,” he winked, walking into the bathroom.

I picked up my phone and called Erica. My heart was about to explode. I was so scared, turned on and almost on the verge of panicking.

“Hey, you meeting us at
the Lane
?”
S
he asked

“Maybe in a bit. Oh my God! I am in Michael’s bedroom. He’s in the shower. He is in the room next to me in the shower naked. No clothes on. Naked!”

“I can picture that,” she laughed.

“Well stop! I don’t know what to do. I am so nervous.”

“Look in his drawer and see if he has any nasty mags.”

“No! I don’t want to know if he does. I can hear the water running. He’s naked in there. What if he walks in here naked?”

“Close your eyes,” she suggested.

“And look like an immature baby?”

“Alex,” Erica said, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you. Just stop worrying about it till it happens.”

“Ok, you are right. He took off his shirt in front of me like it was nothing and I thought I was going to pass out.”

“Nice?”
S
he asked.

“What do you think? It was 100 times better than that.”

“Wow,” she sighed. “Hey, I gotta go get dressed. The girls think we need matching colors tonight.”

“Precious,” I laughed, wondering why she was going along with that. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

I heard the water shut off and Michael humming. I smiled, “Not bad at all. Is there anything this guy can’t do?”

The bathroom door opened and Michael walked out. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and his bare chest and back had water droplets still covering them. His back was so muscular. I watched the muscles move as he got
his
cloth
e
s out of the drawer. He turned and looked at me noticing I was watching him. He raised his brow and smiled. His chest was so broad and his stomach looked like it had been chiseled to perfection.

I watched intently as he stepped into his jeans and pulled them up
,
letting the towel drop to the floor as he started to button them. I felt like I was watching a strip show only in reverse, but just as arousing.

He walked over and stood in front of me. His dark smooth chest still had a few drops of water on them.

I took a deep breath, wondering if there was any way I would ever feel anymore horny than I did at that moment.

He
la
id
down on the bed, took my hand, and pulled me beside him.

I felt his lips brush against mine and his hand move across my hip down my thigh. He moved his lips down my neck, kissing it as his breathing got stronger and harder. I placed my hand on his arm and felt the muscles flexing and move under my hand, felling just how amazingly strong he was. His chest was soft and felt so smooth. His lips moved back against mine, but were pressing stronger and more forceful
.
I could feel his heart pounding against my chest and his hand move under my shirt, rubbing my back with his soft strong hands.