“When I was a kid, all I wanted to do was play on this field. Being a Lawton Lion was all I dreamed about. It was my escape from the shit at home. The better I played, the easier life was with my dad.” I stopped then. She didn’t need to know that if I dropped a pass or messed up, my dad would take it out on me and my mom. That was an ugliness I didn’t want her to know. As overprotective as her parents had been and all the stuff she’d missed out on as a teenager, her parents loved her. She didn’t have to fear her mother getting beaten by her father.
“Now you’ll be a… what will you be?” she asked me then, and I chuckled at her lack of football knowledge.
“I’ll be a Rebel,” I told her.
She smirked. “Fitting.”
“Agreed.”
She grinned and then turned to look at the surroundings I had already taken in. “I bet it was unreal being out here with all the fans cheering so loudly. Those bullhorns and cowbells could be heard all the way to my house.”
“Being a Lion was the best part of my life.”
Her shoulders rose and fell with a sigh. “I wish I’d gotten to experience high school. I missed the games, the pep rallies, the dances, all of it.”
“You’ll get to experience college, though. They say it’s the best years of your life.”
“Yeah,” she said simply.
“You missed detention, oral book reports, lunchroom pot roast, pop quizzes, and fucking Saturday school. One might say you were lucky.”
She raised her eyebrows. “I had my momma, work, my younger siblings, and chores.”
I wasn’t going to argue with that. “Lucky us, none of those things are at college.”
She scrunched her nose. “Except the oral book reports. I imagine those aren’t over. Possibly even more public speaking in the classroom, I’d imagine.”
True. There was that.
I held out my hand. “Let’s go.”
She slipped her hand in mine, and we walked back to my truck. When we reached it, I didn’t open her door. Instead I turned her around to face me and slowly backed her up against it. “I never got to make out with you after a game,” I whispered, then lowered my head until our lips brushed.
This Was Perfect CHAPTER 32
EZMITA
Asa’s kissing always made me weak and achy. I got lost in the moment and the experience. In the darkness and solitude around us, I let myself give in to not thinking about anything. The idea of having been the girl waiting on Asa after a game to do something like this was thrilling. It reminded me of books I’d read or television shows I’d watched. I just wasn’t the blond cheerleader.
The touch of Asa’s hand on my thigh made me shiver, and it took me a second to register that he had tugged the hem of my sundress up until it was gathered at my waist. He was kissing me, not looking at my exposed panties, but it still felt dangerous. As if someone would walk up and see us. Although I knew we were alone out here.
His knee moved and pressed between my legs. I gasped at the pressure and grabbed his biceps in case my knees decided to buckle on me. His hands slid around until he was cupping my butt, and his fingers touched bare skin. I was trembling. This was more than we’d ever done and just when I thought I would stop him, he moved his knee against me again, and I didn’t care what he did as long as he kept doing that. It made every nerve in my body sizzle.
The fingers that weren’t already touching my bare skin slid underneath the thin barrier of my panties and then one went between my legs. I stopped breathing and kissing him. I closed my eyes tightly and he began to do more. My lungs sucked in air, and my head fell forward on his chest. I felt his breathing was as hard and heavy as mine.
I knew we needed to stop. I knew what was happening was too much, but this was Asa and I wanted him. I wanted him to continue. I wanted to be as close to him as I could get. I wanted this to be one of his memories at this field.
He began kissing my neck as he continued. I was using him to keep myself upright. I couldn’t think about much else than how good it felt.
He shifted and he stopped what he was doing. Then I was in the air, being carried around to the back of the truck. He sat me on the tailgate, then kissed me hard before stopping again and walking around the truck. I was in a confused daze as he opened the truck door. I didn’t move. I waited.