Worth the Chance (Watertown University #2)

18. Garrett

Chapter 18

Garrett

I half thought Bryan was joking about sharing a room with Mia. That was until she knocked on the door.

“Hi Garrett.” Mia barely spares me a glance as her eyes connect with our goalies from across the room. “Bryan.”

“Mia, come on in.” Bryan invites her into the space and she swiftly moves past me to the far side of the room. The tension in the room is palpable from the way these two are eye fucking each other right now.

“Uh, I guess I’ll go get some ice or something.” I come up with some lame ass excuse to get out of the room.

“Ice, really?” Bryan laughs, barely taking his eyes off the small blonde to spare me a glance.

“Here.” Mia hands me a key card. “You can hangout with El for a bit. You should bring her ice though.” Wanting to get out of the room as quickly as possible before I see something I definitely don’t want to, I accept the card with the room number on it, grab the ice bucket and head out the door.

This partly feels like a set up to get Eliza and I close together. I know Bryan has doubts about a fake relationship but this also partly feels like both our best friends are ready to jump each other's bones. I make my way up the set of stairs and down the hall, keying into the girls’ room.

“Did you find the ice Mi?” Eliza voices comes from the bathroom, she jumps when she sees my frame in the doorway instead of her friends. “Garrett, hi, sorry, I wasn’t expecting you.” She’s wearing those little pajama shorts and an oversized sweater on top. Her hair fans around her face in waves, her glasses perched on her nose.

“Hey. Uh, Mia didn’t find the ice but I did.” I hold up the ice bucket I took from my room.

Eliza breaks out into a fit of laughter. “Oh my gosh. You know I had a feeling. She’s been commenting on how handsome Bryan is all season.”

“Is it cool if I hang here for a bit?”

“Yeah, of course. Come on in.” Eliza moves deeper into the room. While Bryan and I’s room had two queen beds, the girls is just one king bed. “Want to watch something?” Eliza hops on the bed.

“Sure.” I sit on the edge of the bed, not wanting to encroach too much in her space.

“Garrett, don't be ridiculous. You can sit up here with me.” She pats the space next to her. Hesitantly, I get up and make my way to her. Being this close to her on a bed is beyond tempting. Especially when she’s wearing those shorts that show off her curvy thighs and wearing those glasses that I love.

As I try to keep cool and keep a certain situation under control El turns on the tv and flicks through the channels. As she flips through her stomach lets out a light rumble, her eyes quickly fly to mine like she’s hoping I didn’t hear it.

“Did you eat, El?”

“Yeah, I brought a cooler and ate sandwiches I made but I guess it wasn’t enough.” She blushes.

“Ben and Jerry’s has some safe flavors, right?” I’ve seen some of her pints in the fridge before .

“Yeah but I don’t know if anywhere is open.”

“There’s a little store downstairs. Let’s go look.” Her face lights up as she hops off the bed and slips her shoes on. We make it downstairs but as we approach the store I notice Coach Williams exiting with a snack and a water.

I freeze, finding the nearest beam to hide behind and pulling Eliza with me. She lets out a little shriek but I cover her mouth with my hand before putting my other in front of my lips to let her know to be quiet. I peek around our hiding spot and watch as coach starts to approach the elevator. Eliza turns her body slightly, peeking out as well to see what I’m looking at. When she turns back around her eyes are wide and asking me a million questions. I don’t dare speak until I watch Coach Williams get in the elevator and the doors shut behind him.

“He doesn’t like it when we’re out of our rooms after away games. My freshman year some of the juniors and seniors went out on the town and one of them got arrested. He was pissed. Since then he’s tried to enforce a stay in your room policy.” I say try because he doesn’t really go around and check but us guys who were on the team that year remember how badly he punished us with conditioning that no ones been dumb enough to pull a stunt like that since.

“Ah so you’re a rule breaker huh?” She hikes an eyebrow in my direction

“Just for you.” The flirty banter just slips right out. It’s hard to not get flirty with her when that sassy mouth starts up.

Eliza can’t decide between Phish Food or Cherry Garcia so I get her both, with two spoons. We both climb back into the hotel bed, Eliza gets comfy under the covers, putting a stack of pillows behind us so we can sit up right and watch whatever reality show she throws on. She moans around her spoon after her first bite, she starts with the Cherry Garcia, letting me crack open the Phish Food. If the close proximity to her short clad body wasn’t already doing me in, that moan definitely is. I try to distract myself by digging into the ice cream.

“Thanks for this.” Eliza holds up her pint.

“Of course. Least I could do for you coming all the way up here.”

“You deserve to have someone cheering for you and supporting you Gar.” We fall into a comfortable silence as we watch television. It’s some dating show El streamed from her phone to the t.v. I don’t know much about what’s going on but everyone’s British and they are all kissing each other.

It was already late when we got the ice creams and it’s well after midnight now. There’s still no sign of Mia or any texts from Bry letting me know I can safely return to my room. El looks halfway to passing out when I get up to throw out our pints. She must see the contemplation in my body language as I look between her and the door. Wondering if I should chance going back to my own room.

“You can stay here.” She yawns.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

“You won’t. Well you don’t. We are dating after all so sleeping next to my boyfriend is fine.”

“Okay.” I climb back into bed, laying on my back. I’m thankful that it’s a king sized bed, I can’t imagine having to be closer and not being able to touch her.

“Goodnight, Gar.”

“Goodnight, El.”

I wake up with a leg thrown over mine, a bare arm resting on my chest and a head on my shoulder. It also smells like toasted marshmallows. Inhaling the delicious scent I take a moment to admire the girl on me. Her sweatshirt from last night is gone, she must have shed it in the middle of the night, leaving her in a little tank top that her breasts are almost spilling out of. That brings my attention south. I was already sporting some morning wood and one look at her has me growing impossibly stiffer. I press a soft kiss to Eliza’s temple, I just can’t help myself.

“Mmm.” She hums, her eyes still closed. Her leg shifts on me and up to wear she will definitely feel something waiting for her. As soon as her leg brushes it her eyes fly open and she scrambles back like I’m on fire.

“Morning.” I can’t help but laugh.

“Good morning.” Eliza’s soft and sweet voice fills my ears, now from her side of the bed. She looks deep in thought for a minute before she voices a question. “What was that last weekend?”

“What was what?” I play dumb. I know exactly what she’s talking about but I don’t know how to answer.

“The kiss,” she sighs into the darkness, “this is still fake… right?” I hate that I cringe when she says the word fake.

“Yeah, course.” I pause, thinking about what to do, it doesn’t feel like it should be fake but it has to be. Letting someone in, letting her in, there’s just too much of a chance it could be taken away. “Just a fake couple who really finds each other attractive.”

“Woah, who ever said I find you attractive?” She teases, sticking her tongue out at me. I grab her hips and pull her closer to me, we’re just a whisper away from each other now.

“You did call me beautiful. I think that means you find me attractive, cupcake.” I run my fingers down the side of her face, causing her to take in a quick inhale of breath. I love how reactive she is to my touch.

“Touché.” She’s silent for a moment, I continue to stare at her amazed by her beauty. “What time do you guys leave?”

“We have to be on the bus at ten.” I roll over to check the time on my phone. “It’s only seven.” I roll back to face her not missing the way her eyes flick to my lips and then back to my eyes.

“Ahh, plenty of time to go back to bed then.”

“There is but you're not looking at me like you want to go back to bed.” My voice is slightly hoarse. I shouldn’t go there but I can’t help myself. Not when she looks like this and was in my arms just minutes ago.

“Oh yeah? How am I looking at you then.” She challenges.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to kiss you again.” She sucks in another breath. “Is that what you want, cupcake?” She simply nods at me and that’s all it takes for me to pull her closer, pressing my lips to hers, softly at first but the kiss quickly turns deeper. I move on top of her, resting my weight on my knees, as one hand tangles in her hair and the other cups her cheek.

Her mouth parts, granting my tongue access to swirl with hers. Little whimpers escape her as I gently bite down on her lip. My cock twitches at the sounds she makes and when she wraps her legs around my waist pulling me in closer, well, I’m a goner. I trail my fingers down her neck and collarbone until I get to her breasts, cupping one though the light material of her tank top. Fuck her tits are perfect. The perfect size to fit in my hand.

As I toy with her breasts, I’m rewarded with a contented moan that makes me smile into the kiss we still haven’t broken. I continue my perusal of her body, letting my fingers trail down her side and to her thighs. Her thick, creamy thighs. I play with the hem of her little shorts. I have a love-hate relationship with these things.

“These shorts, El. They drive me crazy.”

“Why?” Her words are nothing more than a breathy whisper.

“Watching you walk around the house in these little things and knowing I can’t touch you. It’s infuriating. ”

“You can touch me now.” It’s the permission I need to explore further. I let my hand wander underneath the fabric and cup her ass in one of my hands giving it a gentle squeeze. Her eyes flare with heat as her hips move off the bed searching for more. I remove my hand from her ass and grab at the waistband of her shorts, tugging lightly. I look her in the eyes and she gives one nod of her head, letting me know I can remove them.

I lean back on my knees as I pull off her shorts and underwear, staring at her in awe with her lower half bear to me. She’s beautiful. Eliza sits up grabbing at the hem of my shirt and tugging it up. I help her out by removing my shirt. She rakes her nails over my chest and stomach, sending tingles throughout my body. Now it’s my turn to remove her shirt. I pull the thin tank top over her head. I can't help but stare at her again. Dear god. I’m not going to last. Just looking at her has me throbbing.

Her chest rises and falls, drawing me from my thoughts and back to her. I cup the back of her head before connecting my lips with hers again. We fall back onto the mattress. I could get lost in kissing her. Her lips are so soft and she tastes so sweet. Using my other hand I cup one of her breasts before pinching her nipple earning me a gasp.

“Garrett…”

“What’s up El?”

“I need more.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“I… just more.” The apples of her cheeks pinken.

“Don’t get shy on me now. Tell me what you need. I need to know before I go any further Eliza.”

“You. I need you touching me in between my legs. Now.” I smirk at her command. Moving my hand lower, I lightly circle the bundle of nerves between her thighs .

“Mmm,” El moans at the contact. I move my hand slightly lower, pleased to find she’s already slick.

“So wet for me.” I swirl my finger through the wetness, coating it before plunging it into her. She sucks in a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed in contentment. Leisurely, I move my finger in and out, enjoying the moment. I add another finger earning a surprised gasp at the intrusion. Her eyes fly open snapping to mine. I take my time, pumping the two fingers in and out of her, her mouth parting in an ‘o’ at the sensation. I lean down, pressing a kiss to her lips. She cups the side of my face, keeping me there and deepening the kiss. I’m the one who’s moaning now and I can feel her smirk into the kiss. Her other hand rakes down my side, stopping at the waistband of my shorts.

We break apart and I can see the question in her eyes, I nod, pulling down my shorts and underwear just under my ass. She stares at my cock, making me grin as she takes it in. I’m not saying I'm huge but she looks happy with the size. I return my fingers to their rightful position between her thighs, swirling them through her slickness before plunging the two back inside. She arches off the bed at the contact with a moan. One of her hands finds the base of my cock which she lightly squeezes before slowly stroking its length.

“Fuck, El.” Lasting long is going to be impossible with her hand around me. She continues to slowly stroke me as I pump my fingers in and out of her. With my thumb I find her clit and rub slow circles over it while I continue using my other fingers to move in and out of her.

“Oh my god.” The sound goes straight to my cock.

“I’m not going to last, cupcake. I need you to get there with me. Can you do that for me?” She nods but I want to hear her words. “I said can you get there?”

“Yes.” It’s half a word and half a moan.

I apply a little more pressure on her clit and pump my fingers just a little bit faster. She matches my pace, stroking me with more force. Her breaths start to come faster and I can feel her getting close.

“Get there for me El.” I kiss her neck and then down her chest before sucking on her nipple and just like that she clenches around me.

“Fuck Garrett.” I continue to pump her through her orgasm. Her hand goes slack on my cock as she rides out her waves but as soon as she recovers she applies pressure at the base of my cock and strokes me. Her eyes blaze with desire and three strokes later I go off like a rocket. She strokes me through my orgasm, my come coating her stomach.