CHAPTER 26: 99 Problems that start with 1
1976 Words
ODESSA
I don’t know if it’s because I saw him in action or if I’m hyped off his adrenaline or if it’s because he took care of me during my first basketball game or if it’s just his gorgeous side profile as he drives but something is driving me crazy.
And I think I’m…horny?
My s*x is oozing with heat as I watch Liam make a turn into the main road. Has he always been this gorgeous?
“Warm enough?” He adjusts the heat and I nod.
He insisted he takes me home to change before we all go to Tommy’s old fraternity where he is throwing a ‘we’re going to the quarter finals’ party.
“I saw your stories on Instagram.” His voice is rough, raspy and sends shivers down my back, “I must say you looked adorable in a cap with my last name on it.”
Liam glances at me with a sly smile.
Adorable? I am ready to jump his bones and ride him like a bull, there is nothing adorable about what I’m feeling right now.
“Thank you for the merch by the way, it made me feel special.” I press my thighs together but I have a thigh gap so its pointless.
“You are special,” his hand slips around my thigh. “Thank you for coming tonight,” he squeezes making my grip on my phone turn lethal.
I respond with a sharp nod and try my best to smile.
I can’t talk. I’m so out of breath from all the commotion his touch is causing, it’s going straight down and soaking me.
I have never felt like this before…Never been so turned on by someone’s voice or touch, never been so speechless or out of breath from doing nothing.
Eight days, you didn’t see him for eight days and now your body is in shock.
I blame that stupid victory kiss. I thought it’d be the usual short, innocent one for the audience but when he wrapped my legs around his waist and held be my neck before connecting out lips, everyone and everything disappeared.
It felt like it was just us in that gymnasium as confetti flew everyone.
I need a shower. I need a long, cold shower before I lose my mind and actually jump his bones.
How the hell did I go eight days without seeing him? Without letting him touch me and why haven’t I seen him play before? He’s a freaking superstar.
How is he not in the NBA already?
“What time should I pick you up?” I notice the car has stopped in front of my house.
“For?” I turn to find him looking at me and I mean really looking at me.
Man, those grey eyes.
“For the party, right.” I shake my head and laugh nervously, “in an hour but I can meet you there.” His hand is still on my thigh.
“Nah, I want you by my side tonight.” He unbuckles his seat beat and leans in.
I brace myself for whatever he is about to do. If I’m being honest I’m ready to let him do anything to me but he moves past my face as his hand travels over my stomach.
My breath hitches when his face zooms in on my neck then—click! The seat belt flies off my upper body as his face, scent and shadow disappears in front of me.
Are freaking kidding me?!
“Thanks for the ride.” I grab my bag by my feet and push the door open.
“Wait Vecker,” I hear the door open and close as I turn around. “You forgot your Griffith merch,” he’s holding the paper bag.
“Right.” I push my bag over my shoulder and meet him halfway. “Thanks for all this, you really didn’t have to.”
Our hands briefly touch when I take the bag from him, so my eyes stay on our shoes and far from his grey death traps.
Did I mention I need a shower? I’m having very dirty thoughts and need to get clean.
“Nonsense.” He rubs his thumb over my hand and I separate them like when you flinch back from a burn.
“I should go, I need to get ready.” I rub my wrist. “Shower, dress” I sound like an i***t.
What is happening?
“Hey Vecker?” My eyes move up, “you forgot something else you know.”
“Was it the stuffed Cobra?” I open the paper bag, “Jess and I were playing with it and I—” I’m cut off by his hand wrapping around my forearm as he pulls me closer.
“Goodbye kiss.” He says before connecting our lips and I literally melt.
I have to force myself not to fall as my legs turn jelly, his other hand slides down to my ass and gives it a squeeze that presses me into him.
Is kissing supposed to feel like f*****g? Because this one does.
“Mh.” I pull away and wipe his lower lip with my thumb, I’m tempted to bite him again but not in anger this time. “See you in an hour.” I struggle out of his embrace because I really don’t want to leave it.
“Bye Vecker,” our fingers are the last things to separate.
I can’t have s*x with Liam.
I can’t have s*x with Liam.
I CANNOT HAVE s*x WITH LIAM GRIFFITH.
For one, it will complicate things.
Two, it’s a stupid idea.
Three, we’re on good terms so it might make things worse than they were before.
Four, he is the campus PLAYBOY, I’ll be just another notch on his belt. Just another girl on his roster.
So tonight no matter how good he smells, looks or how amazing his touch feels—and it will feel like heaven on earth: I CAN’T SLEEP WITH MY FAKE BOYFRIEND.
“Are you okay? Your cheeks are heating up and I mean like someone has been pinching you, pink.” Jessica is ironing her hair in my bathroom.
Liam texted minutes ago that he is on his way and I’m nervous. The white wine we’re pre-gaming with, that I’m drinking like water is not making things better nor did the cold shower I took the moment I got home.
I tried m**********g to take the edge off but every time I closed my eyes, I saw Liam’s grey ones and it just heated me up more.
“I’m just hot.” I finish my drink.
“Yes you are,” she smirks as America adds shinny body mist to my shoulders and legs.
I’m in a thick strap, black vest that ends above my belly button, a high waisted leopard print miniskirt with a side slit that I paired with strap-on Dr Martens boots.
The dainty hoops that match my necklace are on my ears and my hair is down in natural curls. I applied mascara, BB cream and clear lip-gloss because I wasted time in the shower where I eventually washed my hair.
There was no time for makeup.
“Liam is here, you sure you don’t want a ride with us. We can wait,” I look at his text on my phone.
“Nope, I have a virtual date with your brother so I’ll meet you there.” Jessica winks and I curse under my breath.
I really needed a buffer.
“Now go and don’t get wasted without me.”
“No promises,” I grab the cropped cardigan on my bed and walk out.
Fraternity row is a 24minutes drive. I can handle 24minutes in a car with Liam right? I’m not some horny teenager filled with raging hormones but I am a 19-year-old girl who hasn’t has s*x in nearly 3years.
“Fuck.”
I find Liam waiting for me beside a cab. He is in a lose clean black t-shirt, matching slim fit jeans, low converse and sleeked back wet hair.
Oakwood, we have a problem.
LIAM
Mini skirt, pink glossy lips, minimal to no makeup, smells like flowers and honey, legs on display and dark hair framing her face.
I’m convinced, Vecker is torturing me!
Our goodbye kiss got me so turned on, I drove home with a huge b***r where I jerked off like a teenager in the shower. Now as I watch her walk to me looking sexier than anything I’ve seen in a while I know I’m not making it through the night.
Did I mention how much I missed her? Because I really did.
“Hey.” I open the cab door and she slides in with a “hi again.”
I was going to pick her up in my Jeep but since I’ll be drinking my horniness away all night, it’s safer not to drive or see her clearly.
“Do you want to get food? I’m kind of hungry.”
John B picked up burgers that I left because I wanted to eat with my girlfriend…I mean fake girlfriend.
“I could eat,” she smiles politely and I watch her reapply her lip gloss.
I drape my hand behind her seat and get another whiff of her hair. I think she’s sparkling too.
I tell the cab guy to drop us by Taco Bell and pay him when he does. A few people greet me as Vecker and I walk to the counter where we both get chicken tacos with fries and sodas.
“Is it always like this after a game?” She asks after I sign some kid’s notepad.
We decided to sit outside for air, plus sitting in a closed booth was going to drive me insane and I mean that in the literal sense.
She looks so beautiful, and real, and close, and flowery, and here. How the hell did I survive 8days without her?
“Sometimes.” I shrug, “I kind of tune it out,” especially when I’m with you. “Or else the pressure would make me crumble.”
“I can imagine.” She unwraps her food and licks her thumb, “so NBA. Any teams you want to play for?”
Her phone lights up with a message to show a picture of me in a crisp white shirt, wearing a party hat that says Merry Christmas as I smile at the camera.
Wait…I’m her lock screen now? When did that happen?
“Liam?” The screen turns off.
“Uhm no—” My eyes move to her, “I’m keeping my options open. I promised my father I’d graduate before joining the draft.”
“Good for you.” She chews and the wind blows a few strands over her perfect face.
We wanted to enjoy the breeze but I see now it was a bad idea because its making her n*****s harden through her top.
“Fuck.” I rip my eyes away from her chest and put my taco down.
“What?” She grabs a napkin, “is something wrong?” Her concern is wasted as she wipes the corner of her mouth but her lip-gloss stays intact.
“No—I’m just…” thinking about f*****g you right here and right now. “hungry,” I choke out.
“Tell me about it,” she bites her food as an image of me buried knee deep between her legs flashes over my eyes.
We eat in silence after that and actually finish everything by the time our cab arrives. We find s****l Healing playing on the radio as we get in.
Really universe?
- Writer
