She glances back at me, confusion in her gaze. “Knox. You are the most confident person I’ve ever met. What did I do to help you believe in yourself?”
“School. My reading. Writing those papers. You make me strong, Jo Jo.” It was so much easier to fake it when we were younger. Even in high school. My coaches always had my back, would somehow make it easier for me to pass classes, and now I realize it’s because they couldn’t afford to lose me on the field.
They’d do whatever it took to keep me there, even cheat for me.
College is where it got tough. Now I’m glad I didn’t take English my freshman year like I was supposed to. I would’ve never met Joanna.
Everything happened as if it was supposed to end up like this.
“Your mom shouldn’t feel guilty. I think what happened to you is pretty normal.” A sigh leaves her. “It’s not right though. From what I understand, schools are getting better at identifying reading disorders and offering help. I hope that’s the case.”
“You don’t want to be a teacher, huh? You’d be really good at it.” I love that she wants to help others. She’s such a natural.
“I realized I didn’t have the passion for teaching.” Her voice is soft. Even a little hesitant. “I’ve been writing lately. Little scenes here and there.”
“Really?” I know she said she wanted to be a writer, but I didn’t know she was actually doing it. “What are you working on?”
“Um…it’s a romance.” She laughs nervously. “About a hot football player who falls for the nerdy girl.”
“Nerdy girl? I don’t know if I’d describe you like that.” I give her a squeeze, my hands wandering.
She shoves my hand away from her breast, her laughter growing. “I didn’t say it was about us, Knox.”
“You gotta admit it sounds familiar.” I kiss her shoulder. “Is the story hot?”
“It will be.”
“Like that book of yours I listened to?”
Jo goes quiet. “Hopefully.”
“Guess I’ll have to read it then.”
“That’s what it takes to get you to read, some sexy stuff?” She glances over her shoulder at me, her smile soft and sweet.
I kiss her, murmuring against her lips, “I’ll read anything you write, Jo Jo. That’s how much I love you.”
“I love you too.” She faces forward once more, snuggling up close, and we remain quiet for a few minutes, both of us lost in thought.
Until finally I slide my hand over her stomach, then lower, my fingertips teasing the waistband of her panties. “Are you tired?”
She nods. “You can keep doing what you’re doing though.”
“I’m tired too.” I slip my hand into her panties, encountering nothing but wet heat. “But never too tired for you.”
Within seconds, her panties are gone, and I’m stroking her pussy, my mouth on her neck, my dick lodged between her ass cheeks. She’s rubbing against me, soft moans falling from her lips, the sound of my fingers sliding in and out of her filling the room.
Filled with impatience, I get rid of my boxers before I roll her onto her back and kiss her fiercely at the exact moment I fill her to the absolute hilt with my cock. She moves with me, her head thrown back, her tits bouncing with my every thrust, and I increase my speed. Pounding inside of her, desperate to come.
Desperate to make her come.
“You’re mine, Jo Jo,” I remind her. Remind myself. “This pussy belongs to me.”
She clenches around me, her inner walls beginning to milk my cock, strangling my orgasm right out of me. I come with a shout of her name, spilling inside her as I shudder and shake. She runs her hands up and down my back, her nails lightly scratching, making me shiver.
“I love you,” I whisper into her ear once the orgasm has subsided for both of us. I’m sweaty, my skin clinging to hers, and I try to lift myself off of her, but she presses her hands against my lower back, keeping me there.
“I love you too.” She kisses along my jaw. “Don’t leave me. Not yet.”