Full Coverage: A Shifter Football Romance (The Growlers Book 1) by Terra Wolf (6)

I still couldn’t believe the turn things had taken. When Kingston invited me to this party at his friend’s house, I suspected that it wouldn’t be my kind of thing, but I was desperate to get away from our family, so I went along.

I didn’t expect to be transported directly back to college with freaking people packed into the house, booze everywhere — including on me.

Looking over to the guy in the chair, I was super grateful that he’d been there when that drunk guy spilled his drink all over me. Without him, I’d probably still be downstairs sticky and wet and miserable, trying to find Kingston to convince him to take me home. But this guy had saved me and showed me to his bedroom and let me use his shower and gave me his shirt — I mean, I had to assume it was all his stuff because he knew where everything was and didn’t seem to hesitate sharing it with me.

And I was in his bed, surrounded by soft blankets and pillows, my hair still damp from the impromptu shower, my veins still quietly humming with the lingering effects of alcohol. I definitely wasn’t drunk anymore, not after everything that had happened, but I was still feeling a little wild, like I wanted to let my inhibitions free. So I took a chance.

“You don’t have to sit all the way over there,” I said, biting my bottom lip, almost afraid to look at him. He was so freaking attractive — short, sandy blond hair, a sharp, chiseled jawline covered with a dark dusting of stubble, and bright blue eyes that I could spot even from across the room.

“You sure?” he asked, already sitting forward in the chair. I swallowed, knowing what I was inviting and feeling a little thrill of excitement rush through me, centering on my pulsing core, suddenly wide awake at the proximity of this hot knight in shining armor.

I reached out beside me and pulled the comforters back, patting the mattress next to me. He looked to the TV, then to me, and shrugged.

"Well, I'm not going to argue," he said with a grin that sent my heart racing. The bed was huge, probably big enough for half a dozen people, so it didn't have to be intimate, inviting him next to me didn't have to be laden with innuendo. But it was. There was some kind of hot crackling energy between us even though neither one of us was really acknowledging it or acting on it. At least not yet. I'd brought him this far, I wondered if he'd take the next step.

"So how many times have you seen this movie?" he asked, nodding at Bruce Willis on the screen. I laughed.

"I probably shouldn't answer that. You'd think less of me."

He grinned. "Doubtful."

I didn't know why, but that little word, two little syllables, sent a rush of heat flooding my core. He didn't even know me. He knew nothing about me, not even my name, and yet he was claiming he couldn't think less of me. I knew it was probably just some pick-up tactic, but damn me, it was working. "Come on," he teased, nudging me gently. "I'll tell you something embarrassing in return."

"Oh?" I asked, eyebrows raised. "It better be good though."

He laughed, and the warm rumbling sound was like a distant roll of thunder. A little exciting, but a little scary too.

"I'll think of something," he said and I smiled, shaking my head.

"Oh no you don't. You don't even have anything in mind? I think you should go first."

"That hardly seems fair," he said, frowning even though there was a hint of a smile leaving a teasing sparkle in his eyes.

"Those are my terms," I said with a shrug.

"Hmm," he said, scratching his jaw. "You should probably know I'm not ashamed of much," he added with a rakish grin. God. I didn't know what it was, but he only got more attractive with every passing minute.

"Well then, tell me something you probably should be ashamed of," I said laughing. The last remnants of liquor in my bloodstream made it feel like I always had laughter bubbling just under the surface, and this guy's teasing and flirting weren't helping.

"Something I should be ashamed of? Well, I once let my best friends convince me that running naked would help me run faster."

I gave him an incredulous look.

"How did you think that was going to work?"

"Well," he laughed, shaking his head, "the first thing you have to understand is that it was the middle of winter."

My eyes went a little wider. I didn't know a lot about this guy, but I was pretty sure he was one of Kingston's teammates since that's who was throwing the party. I knew athletes could get a little crazy about being the best, and they could be more than a little superstitious, but I didn't think anyone was dumb enough to go running in the buff in the middle of winter.

"And the other thing you have to understand is that I'm not from a place that has winter. So when I was in college and experiencing that ball-biting cold for the first time, it wasn't exactly going well. I was having to tap out of practice twenty minutes in because I couldn't get my lungs to stop burning like they were going to rip out of my chest. So my two best buddies thought they'd give me a little advice. They told me it would suck, but that if I just did my sprints au naturel that when it came to practice, I wouldn't be struggling anymore because my body would be used to the shock."

I groaned, dropping my head in my hands while Milla Jovovich goes crashing through flying taxi cabs in a futuristic New York.

"Those assholes," I said laughing.

"You say that, but you haven't even heard the worst of it," he said, grinning at me with that full, wide grin that made me feel like I was melting inside.

"Oh God, it gets worse?"

He laughed at his own expense and nodded. "Well, obviously they weren't just trying to get me to freeze my nuts off. I went out there to do my sprints and half-way through the most miserable workout of my damn life, those fuckers started popping out of the woodwork cheering me on and filming the whole thing."

I stared in open-mouthed horror for a moment, but then he was laughing, so I laughed too. If it had been me, I'm not so sure I would have been laughing about it and I was pretty certain I definitely still wouldn't be friends with them, but guys were different about stuff like that. Guy friendships were weird and complicated.

"I hope you got them back after all that," I said, still scowling at the image even though his laughter was contagious and kept sending me into fits of giggles of my own.

He nodded, chuckling softly. "We've gotten each other back in one way or another a few times. Hell, that whole thing was only payback for the time I..." He trailed off and narrowed his eyes at me. "Hey, I know what you're doing. You're trying to get out of your end of the bargain."

I feigned shock and innocence. "Me? Never. How could you even suggest a thing like that?"

But obviously he was right. And honestly, I didn't really care anymore about swapping embarrassing stories. I wanted to do something else with him. To him.

"Surely, you don't think I'd try to distract you just so I wouldn't have to reveal something embarrassing about myself," I said in an innocent voice I hoped sounded sultry, sending my fingers dancing down his chest. This wasn't exactly something I did on the regular. I wasn't sexually adventurous or promiscuous. I didn't just meet a guy at a party and go upstairs with him and tell him he should sit in the bed next to me while I thought of ways to get him naked.

That just wasn't me.

Except, apparently, it was.

His eyes locked onto my fingers and watched them move up the front of his shirt, his blue eyes darkening, his jaw tightening.

"Are you saying that's not exactly what you're doing?" he asked, his voice low and growly. My whole body trembled in response and I flattened my palm against the hard planes of his chest, moving in closer.

"Is it working?" I breathed, my lips only inches from his, my mind whirling, wondering what the hell I was doing while encouraging myself to keep doing it.

He grabbed my wrist and growled. "You're drunk," he said, and I shook my head.

"I'm not. I had a couple drinks downstairs, but that was a long time ago."

His eyes searched mine and I moved closer, until I was nearly straddling him, daring him to not kiss me because I knew how badly he wanted to. I could see it in his eyes and I could feel my whole body thrumming with a need for him that I didn't know any other way to quench.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I answered with a kiss.

My lips met his and at first, he seemed surprised that I'd just gone and done it, but then he growled and thrust his fingers through my still-damp hair, dragging me closer to him, tilting our heads for deeper access.

He kissed me like I'd never been kissed, like it was the first and last kiss he'd ever have, like the air in my lungs desperately needed to be in his. The way his tongue moved in my mouth was intoxicating, making me dizzy and hungry for more all at the same time.

His hands moved down my body and went under the t-shirt of his I was wearing, gripping my ass, dragging me against him. They were rough and calloused, the hands of a man that knew how to use them and used them often. His fingers trailed up my inner thigh and I shuddered against him, moaning into his mouth.

"Fuck you're beautiful," he said, taking the hem of the shirt and tugging it over my head, tossing it to the side of the room. I panted as his lips moved down my neck, burning a hot trail in their wake, going down between my breasts, his tongue wrapping around one of my tight, taut nipples and making my back arch, as a sharp cry tumbled from my lips.

"Oh God," I groaned. He sucked and licked at that nipple, his fingers still teasing their way up the insides of my thighs, still dancing ever closer to the molten heat of my core.

The tip of one of his fingers slid along the damp gusset of my panties and I jolted in his arms. He chuckled, biting down on my nipple, making my whole body alive with ping-ponging electrical sensations. His whole body vibrated with the rumble of his laughter and it rippled through me, making me wetter, making me need more.

Reaching between us, I slid my hand over the front of his jeans and found him straining at his zipper, his cock hard and thick. He hissed as my hand stroked up and down his bulge. He mimicked my movements, teasing his finger up and down my seam through my panties until I was panting.

And when I finally took hold of his zipper and tugged, his fingertip found my clit and for a minute, I saw stars.

"I need you," I said, yanking the zipper down with one swift movement. I popped the zipper too and then his cock sprang free from his boxers, firm and proud and bigger than any dick I'd ever seen in person.

My eyes went wide just looking at it and he laughed, pulling me in to kiss him again, his tongue dipping in my mouth, sending wave after wave of need trembling through me.

"It's not going to hurt you, sweetheart," he said, kissing the side of my neck as he lifted my hips and slid my panties down to my ankles. I pulled them off and tossed them aside, intending to track where they fell, but then his thumb was on my clit again and I forgot everything in the world.

All on their own, my hips moved, rolling against his thumb, pressing my clit into his touch, grinding into him, desperate for more.

The sensation coiled deep inside of me, tightening in on itself like a spiral, getting more and more intense until I felt like it was going to make me explode.

"You're going to come for me," he purred into my ear, biting my lobe just as he slipped a finger into my clenching channel.

My nails dug into his shoulders and every muscle in my body tightened as I gasped.

"Oh fuck... Oh God, I'm going to..."

"Yeah you are," he said, biting on my neck. The pain mingled with the pleasure and they both played with each other, sending me to the stratosphere.

My vision went white and fuzzy around the edges and there was nothing but pure, exquisite pleasure as the orgasm washed through me and took everything else out of my awareness with it.

His thumb was still slowly circling my clit as I came back to the real world, panting and clinging to him.

In my hand, his dick was harder than ever, and I saw the look in his eyes. The look that said he'd thoroughly enjoyed the show.

And the hunger in his eyes reflected the same hunger I felt. The same need to have him inside me. So I lifted my hips and positioned him at my entrance, loving the feel of him just pressing against me, just a tease.

But he apparently couldn't take that and he thrust up into me in one forceful stroke.

"Fuck!" I cried out, the same time he groaned. For a minute, we just sat like that, with him buried all the way in me, my muscles clenching at him and trying to draw him in deeper.

"God damn, you feel even better than I thought you would," he said, holding my hips, his eyes closed reverently.

"Same," I breathed, rocking back and forth.

It didn't take long for us to find our rhythm, with him rising up to meet me and me rocking my hips back and forth. He hit places inside of me I didn't even know existed and when his thumb circled my clit again, it was seconds before I was shattering.

"Shit, fuck," he grumbled, holding me so tight, pumping his hips harder and faster. I clenched my muscles around him, trying to coax his orgasm out and he roared, his fingers digging deep enough into my flesh to leave bruises.

"God that was good," I muttered, kissing him with him still buried inside of me. I didn't know what was supposed to happen next. I didn't really do things like this. This wasn't normal Keely behavior. And I couldn't even blame it on the alcohol. I'd known full well what I was getting myself into and I barreled forward full steam ahead.

"You can say that again," he groaned, slipping out of me, but dragging me against his chest immediately.

"God that was good," I repeated, grinning into his chest as it shook with his laughter.

The movie was still playing, and by now the diva was on stage singing the famous aria.

"I love this part," I said, curling against him, drawing lazy circles in the fine dusting of golden curls across his chest.

His body was gorgeous. Chiseled perfection. And as I drifted off to sleep, I was already thinking about having him again.