Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jaxon
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I groan my release, continuing to move my hips as much as I can while Annika rides out her orgasm. Her head is thrown back, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she’s moaning as loud as I’ve ever heard her. It’s a beautiful sight.
Finally, she stills and collapse on top of my chest, panting.
“Holy shit that was good,” she blurts out making me laugh.
I keep rubbing my fingertips up and down her naked back in our post-coital bliss.
Being in an apartment together for the summer has been awesome. I really don’t want to move back into the dorms. An apartment means as much sex as we want, when we want, wherever we want, without fear of anyone walking in on us. I’m going to really miss that when the semester starts up again.
But try as I might, Annika was adamant that we have not been dating long enough to share residency permanently. The only reason we did it temporarily was because of the trial.
With all the delays and hearing dates changing, we were never quite sure when the trial would begin. We knew it was going to be hard on both of us, and not knowing what would happen with the media, we decided it was best to prepare for the worse. We each reduced our course load, only taking one class a semester, and moved out of the dorms. If we had to drop our one class, we’d have to move off-campus anyway so it was better to be safe than homeless. Plus, the lack of privacy to process everything happening in the trial was a major concern for Annika’s well-being. When my dad offered to rent us each an apartment, we refused. If we were doing this, we were doing it together.
Annika’s dad wasn’t thrilled about it, but when he realized the alternative was her living on her own, he changed his mind. As much as he likes me, he still gave me a stern warning of “Just don’t make her a Cowboys fan.”
That man cracks me up.
But now that the piece of shit is away for a long, long time, possibly less if he has good behavior, our life is going back to normal. And by normal, I mean me living with Germaine in a small dorm room; Annika living with Lauren in a bigger dorm room; and us having to get creative with intimacy.
I guess it could be worse.
“Are you looking forward to moving back in with Lauren next week?” I ask, still holding my girlfriend tightly to me.
She hums her agreement, still spent from our lovemaking. Well done, Jaxon. I give myself a mental high five.
“Yeah,” she finally says but doesn’t sound convincing. “I miss her. I’m looking forward to having more girl time with her, but I’ve enjoyed playing house with you this summer. I don’t like why we played house, but it was fun.”
“And by fun, do you mean because of all the sexy times?”
She giggles into my chest. “Ohmygod, you’re such a dork. No, I mean I enjoy being with you. Even when you have your clothes on. I know. It’s hard to believe there’s more to you than just your body.”
I pinch her butt, making her squeal. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay in the apartment?”
She rolls her eyes and moves off me, both of us groaning when I pull out of her. After the first time we were together, she immediately went to the clinic for birth control. We could have gone with condoms, but bareback was way too good. And once her follow-up checks-ups all came back clean, there was no reason to not enjoy ourselves.
Even though I was honest with Annika, and told her of the possible sterility I faced from chemo as a kid, we agreed it wasn’t worth the risk. Not at our age. We have goals and dreams. Sure, we’re going to be together forever (even if she hasn’t figured it out yet), but we want to do it the right way. We both have too much to accomplish first.
Still, I keep trying to convince her to live with me. Despite the facts that our lease is up and my dad refuses to pay anymore rent, but I still like the fantasy.
“No, Jaxon,” she says. “I love that you love living with me, and I had the best summer. But I’m not that girl.”
“What girl? The girl who loves her boyfriend and wants to spend every waking minute with him?”
She punches me playfully in the shoulder. “No. The girl who is clingy with her boyfriend and has no life outside of him.”
I scoff. “I kind of like that girl.”
She rolls her eyes again. “You’re full of shit.” Then her eyes light up. “Oh! I forgot to tell you. I have news.” She sits up excitedly, the sheet dropping off her chest, her gorgeous tits bouncing right in my face.
I can’t help it when I lean over and take one of her nipples in my mouth and gently bite. She squeaks and then groans.
“That feels so good. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“Who says I can’t finish?”
She groans again as I move to the other side, giving the other breast the attention it deserves. “It’s been like two minutes. You can’t convince me you’re hard and ready to go again.”
I grab her hand and put it between my legs.
“Oh!” she says in disbelief. “I guess you can be ready to go again.”
“I don’t know what happened, baby. You seem to have unbroken me.”
She laughs and pushes me away. “No listen, Jaxon. Listen.”
Sitting crisscross while naked on the bed, gets me excited all over again. I make a show of perusing her body, my gaze ending on her sweet, sweet pussy that’s right there in front of me. As I reach my hand over to play with my favorite kitty, she snatches the sheet up and covers herself.
“That’s no fair. I was going to play with that,” I grumble.
“I know. But listen. It’s important. I got an email today.”
Lying back, I tuck my arm under my head and go into serious mode. “Fine. You got an email today. What is so special about this email?”
“Guess who got into the training program?”
My eyes widen and lift up slightly. “Wait, as in going to be a trainer on the field during the season?”
She smiles and nods, her eyes wide with delight. “Yep.”
“Baby, that’s awesome!” I sit straight up and hug her tight. The competition was fierce to get in, so this is amazing news. “When do you start?”
“The registrar has to change my classes to add it in, so next week when we move, I have to go get that fixed,” she chatters excitedly. “The class itself is only one day a week for three hours. But I’ll have to be at three practices a week. And they’ll rotate us, and I’ll be at all the home games. It isn’t until you’re a grad student that they’ll let you go to away games if they need you, but I’m so excited, Jaxon. Even if I only hand you a water bottle every once in a while. I. Can’t. Wait.”
I smile at her rambling because this is the beginning of her dream. It’s hard to be a physical therapist for a professional football team. There are a lot of people who want those jobs. But getting into this program is a step in the right direction.
What she doesn’t know is I have no problem getting a letter of recommendation from the most sought out retired football player when it’s time. Dad loves her. He’d do anything to help her. She hasn’t seen how overbearing he can be yet, so she better be careful, or she’ll end up in the Dallas Cowboy locker room. And wouldn’t her dad love that?
“See,” she finally says as she continues to ramble, “it’s all coming together.”
“I’m really proud of you, Annika.” And I’m serious. “You’re going to look really hot in those khaki shorts they’re gonna make you wear.”
She punches me in the arm again and I grab her, pulling her on top of me while I laugh. When I push the hair out of her face and our eyes meet, the air crackles around us. Kissing her lightly, I wait for her to open before tangling her tongue with mine. Once we’re breathless again, I can’t help but tell her everything I’m feeling.
“I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”
She smiles. “I love you so much too.”
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s it for me. It won’t happen soon. We’re not ready. But someday, certainly before medical school, I’m going to put a ring on her finger.
And then I’m going to hope she’ll be ready to live in an apartment with me.