Hunter (Campus Kings): A Football Secret Baby Novel (8 page)

Chapter 18

Hunter

As she sleeps, I rush down the hallway and knock on Adam's
door. I don't want to leave her, but I think she'll appreciate the reason.
There's no sound on the other side of the door, and I wonder if he's out
partying, celebrating last night's victory. Finally, I hear a chair fall over
and Adam's loud swearing as he makes his way to the door. He yanks the door
open, looking only slightly mollified when he sees it's me. He's shirtless and
his hair is a mess, so I can tell I've interrupted something.

"Well, well," he mutters, leaning on the doorjamb.
"You didn't even come to the party tonight, did you?" he asks,
squinting out into the hallway light.

"Adam, don't give me this shit."

"It's our
senior year
. You should see the girl
I've got back there. Her clit's pierced."

"That's great. I need some condoms, actually." If
I don't get to the point, he'll move on to the rest of her anatomy.

"I knew it! You are seeing someone." He frowns.
"Wait, are you
seeing
her, seeing her?"

"Yeah, she's...you know, she's my girlfriend," I
reply. Shit, I haven't said that out loud, even to Britt. It feels good to say
it, just awkward in my mouth.

To my surprise, Adam laughs. "You're really going to
tie yourself down now? Senior year, when you're going to get drafted into the
NFL in the spring?"

"Just get me the condoms, man," I shrug.

"Fine," he grunts, and turns around and plods back
to his bedroom. I hear a giggle from the other room, and then he returns with a
row of condoms and pushes them at my chest. "So, what's her name?"

"Thanks for these!" I reply, and head back down
the hallway. I can hear him slam the door shut behind me. Adam's my best
friend, so I guess I'll need to smooth things over with him, but we aren't
exactly big talkers.

I frown as I walk back into my dark apartment. Adam brought
up a good point, much as I don't want to think about it. What will happen when
I head off to whatever city drafts me, and Britt is left behind here, finishing
up school? Life on the road for a professional football player is hard enough
with a wife at home, much less a girlfriend who's in college in another state.

I tiptoe back into the bedroom, and my worries melt as I see
Britt in my bed. Whatever happens, we'll work it out.

She's still asleep, and her hair looks crazier than usual
from our earlier activity. It's spread around the pillow behind her head like a
halo, and her lips are slightly parted. I softly pull the sheet up and slip in
next to her, watching her breasts rise and fall with her breath.

Her eyes open the slightest bit and she sees me watching
her. Her lips curl up into a smile, and she reaches her hand out and places her
palm on my chest.

"Again," she murmurs mischievously.

"What? Seriously?" I ask, though I can already
feel my dick getting hard.

"There's so much to try," she sighs, her eyes
opening more at the prospect. I laugh, thinking about how it seems like that to
me, too. I thought that sexually, I'd done it all and there was nothing new out
there, but with Britt, everything feels undiscovered.

I reach my hands between her legs. She gasps as I slide a
finger over her. "You sore?" I ask, feeling her grow wet against me.

"You play sore all the time, right?" she asks. I
can tell by the dreamy expression in her eyes that she's trying to concentrate,
but she's having a hard time with my finger playing with her clit.

"Very true," I agree. "I got us some more
condoms," I tell her, nodding to the nightstand.

"Good," she grunts, and reaches toward my dick. I
groan as her soft fingers wrap around me, and I stiffen fully. Her hand moves
up and down me, her fingers cresting over my head again and again. Her hand
moves down further, and she gently rubs my balls. I can feel her watching me,
gauging my reaction to everything as she learns what I like. "Can I go on
top?" she whispers shyly.

I grin. "Fuck yes," I tell her, and take a condom
out. After I put it on, she slides one slender leg across my stomach and then
sits up. I put my hands on her knees and then run them up her thighs, over her stomach,
and onto her breasts. Her hard nipples pulse underneath my palms, and I tighten
my fingers over them. All mine.

She raises herself up and back, and I help her by holding my
cock straight up in my hand. She bites her lip as she lowers herself down on
top of me, and I watch her wince in pain as I enter her. She closes her eyes
for a second, and then continues. She's as stubborn as I am when I want to
finish a game even though I'm injured.

I groan as she moves down my cock. She's so fucking tight
and wet, it's unbelievable. When she reaches my base, her eyes open, and she
looks triumphant. I smile up at her.

"You're perfect," I murmur.

"Impossible."

"To me," I insist. Her eyes look a little misty,
but she slowly raises herself back up on my cock, never breaking eye contact
for an instant. Her head tilts back, the small of her back arches forward, and
she rides me up and down. I can't believe this is her first time, though the
spot of blood she left on my sheets earlier couldn't be clearer. She's just a
natural, her hips squeezing me just right, her pace exactly where I want it to
be.

I reach forward and glide my thumb over her clit. She cries
out, and I admire her beautiful, pale throat. I slide my thumb around and
around, and with my other hand, I take hers and move it toward her crotch. Her
eyes open and she looks at me curiously, wondering what I'm up to. I'm thrilled
I get to introduce her to every possibility.

I take my hand away and take one of her fingers and press it
onto her clit. Her eyes widen, and she stiffens a little, her every movement
pressing her muscles differently against my cock.

"I want to watch you," I tell her. She blushes a
little, but willingly begins to circle herself with her finger. I let my hands
rest on her thighs, my eyes glued to her petite, curvy body. I want to see all
of her at once. Her full, high breasts, the gentle curve of her waist, and
especially the glistening slit between her legs. I lick my lips as my eyes zero
in there, and watch as her finger grows damp from her own wetness.

She moans and begins to move faster. I knew she'd like
touching herself on top of me just as much as I like watching her. Her muscles
clench tighter and tighter around me. The ache in my cock grows sharper. I wrap
my hands around her hips and begin to pull her up and down harder and faster,
and thrust my hips up into her, driving myself as far into her as I can.

She cries out, her finger desperately circling her clit. I
feel my body strain to keep myself from coming inside her before she orgasms.
It's tough when she's this fucking hot and this fucking tight. Her screams
peak, and I feel her muscles spasm around my cock. I don't have a choice...she
pulls the orgasm out of me, her pussy drawing my seed out of me, begging me for
completion.

I stroke inside her a few more times. Her body begins to
droop from exhaustion, and she collapses on top of me. Her curls are wet with
sweat, and I'm not exactly dry myself. She rests her head on my chest, and I
brush a kiss onto her forehead.

As I wrap my arms around her and feel her go to sleep on top
of me, I'm seized with an overwhelming feeling of protectiveness. I haven't
known Britt for long, but I don't think there's much I wouldn't do for her, if
anything. I wasn't looking for something serious, but I'm in deep and there's
no turning back.

Chapter 19

Britt

Danielle and I stroll arm and arm into Victoria's Secret,
giggling. "Okay so you won't give me any details, but it's good,
right?"

"It's not good. It's amazing," I sigh.

"And you've done...different things?" she asks
suggestively.

"So many different things. Hunter says he wants to show
me all the possibilities before we repeat any position. Or location," I
giggle.

"Oh my god, I'm about to faint with jealousy," she
groans. "You are so lucky."

We stop by a rack of black lace baby doll slips. I run my
fingers over them, thinking of the plain white underwear I've always worn. I
asked Danielle to come here with me to help me pick out something sexy, and to
get fitted for the right size bra.

"Sometimes I worry... I mean,
I
think the sex is
mind-blowing, but what if he doesn't? He's been with so many women. How could I
possibly live up to them? What if he gets tired of not having a variety?"
My heart is gripped with panic as I speak. I didn't realize quite how worried I
was until I say it out loud.

"Britt. You said he hasn't even looked at another girl,
and it's been what, two months?" I nod. "I just mean, I think if he
wanted to be with someone else, he would be. Here, try this on," she says,
pushing a set of pink mesh underwear and a bra at me. I study them. She made a
good choice. They're sexy, but not overtly so. I'll still feel comfortable in
them, while also feeling like I'm trying something new. Winter break is coming
up, and I want to give Hunter something to remember me by.

On our way to the dressing rooms, Danielle grabs me a few
more options, then leans against the door outside as I try them on.

"You're still worrying, aren't you?" she finally
asks.

"Oh, yeah," I confirm. I tug the front part of the
bra that I'm trying on. It doesn't sit against my breast bone, so I think I
need to size up. The door opens and Danielle pokes her head in. I might have
minded a few months ago, but I'm far less modest around her now.

"I've seen the way you two look at each other. You're
in love," she says with a smile.

"I...oh," I realize, feeling the wind knocked out
of me as I sink onto a small velvet settee in the corner of the dressing room.

"You didn't know?"

"I guess I didn't. Or I did. I'm not sure. Of course I
do, though. Of course I love him. Now that I say it, it seems like the most
obvious thing in the world."

"And he loves you, too," she tells me with a
knowing nod.

"You think?" I ask, surprised to feel a tear slip
down my cheek as I look up at her.

"Why are you crying?" she asks, kneeling in front
of me.

I shrug. "It's just scary, I guess. I've never been in
love before. I feel so out of control all of a sudden, and like I'm open to a
whole new possibility for pain. I don't mean to sound so dramatic, but…"

"I get it," she says softly. "When my high
school boyfriend and I broke up, it was like I didn't know that I could feel
that much." She rises onto her heels and gives me a hug. "For what
it's worth, I don't think Hunter will ever hurt you like that." She
glances down at my chest and raises her eyebrows. "And that bra is too
small for you."

"That's what I thought," I reply, tugging at it.

"I'll get you a bigger size. Try not to dissolve into
tears while I'm gone," she adds cheekily, and shuts the door behind her as
she leaves. A half an hour later, and I'm headed out of the store with two new
bras and a set of panties. Danielle heads back to our dorm, while I head over
to the athletic facility to meet my dad in the parking lot at the car.

I've only been there for a few minutes when he walks out and
gives me a wave. It's Sunday, and I promised I'd do dinner at home with him
since I haven't seen him much the past few weeks. On the ride back to our
house, I tell him about my classes, and he tells me about the last game.
Hunter's name comes up, and I try not to smile too big as my dad compliments
his performance.

There's a slight chill in the air as we walk up to the front
door from the driveway, but nothing too bad. Nashville never gets too cold even
in November, and snowstorms are rare. I breathe in deeply as we walk in. I
never noticed that the house had a particular smell when I lived here, but now
that I don't, I notice it every time I come back. It smells like wood shine and
pine.

My dad heads to the kitchen, and I head upstairs to take a
shower. It's such a relief to shower at home where I don't have to wear shower
shoes. As I get undressed, my phone rings, and I smile as I pull it out of my
purse. I turn on the water just to be safe, so my dad doesn't hear me talking
to Hunter in his own house.

"Hey," I answer softly.

"Hey, babe," he says. I can immediately sense
something's wrong from the tone of his voice. Over the past couple months,
we've developed an uncanny ability to read one another.

"What is it?"

He sighs. "Um, your dad invited me over to talk about
my future."

"That's great!" I enthuse. Hunter's been getting
so much attention lately, and I know he's overwhelmed. His parents definitely
have their opinions, but they've never been at the center of it like my dad
has.

"Well, yes and no," Hunter replies, his deep voice
sounding unsure. "I'm coming over tonight. For dinner."

"What? At my house?" I ask, feeling like he's
saying something that can't possibly be true.

"Yeah...he invited me, and I accepted, and then he told
me that you'd be there. Obviously he just said his daughter…"

"Right," I reply, my mind swimming.

"But by that point I couldn’t back out. It happened
really quickly. He just called me a half hour ago. Maybe you can say you have
to study or something?" he suggests hopefully.

"I can't. I'm already here," I groan.

"So this is really happening," Hunter says.

"Yep. We are really about to have dinner together. At
my childhood house. With my dad."

"Sorry, babe. Maybe it won't be too bad," he says.

"Right," I reply doubtfully.

After my shower, I head downstairs with my hair still damp.
My dad's in the kitchen making lasagna, and I head over to stir the ground
beef.

"I wanted this to just be us tonight, but I invited one
of my players over," my dad says as he chops oregano.

"Oh?" I reply casually.

"Hunter Phillips, the quarterback. He's getting so much
attention from NFL scouts now that I want to make sure he's still got his head
on straight. His parents are in his ear, and I want to make sure he takes a
breath and gets some solid advice."

"Well, I'm sure you'll give him that."

"I hope so. He was practically raised from birth to be
a star quarterback. His parents gave him all the right training and pushed him
to the limit, but never gave him any real values."

"That's too bad," I reply. Hunter's told me about
his parents himself, but it's interesting to hear my dad talk about them. I
know Hunter grew up idolizing them, but lately he's been questioning them more
and more, coming around closer to what seems to be my father's impression of
them.

"Lately, though, he seems different. He's a real leader
out on the field now. Taking younger players under his wing, always displaying
a positive attitude for others to follow."

I have to bite my lip to stop from beaming with pride.
That's the Hunter I've come to know…and love.