Worth the Chance (Watertown University #2)

39. Garrett

Chapter 39

Garrett

T his past weekend was amazing. Who knew me busting my ass on the ice would end with me having the girl of my dreams be my actual, real girlfriend. Luckily, I had Sunday off from practice so El and I got to spend the whole day together. Unfortunately, most of that day was spent studying since we have finals this week. I was able to convince her to take quite a few study breaks though.

Heading out of class today I have a spring in my step, despite having just taken a pretty hard test. I finished early and since I know El is still in her class I stopped by The Blue Bean to get her a latte. The December air is cold but it’s actually really sunny today so I take a seat on the bench outside her building. Her hot latte warms my hands as I take in the quad around me.

It’s weird that this will be my last fall semester at Watertown. This place has really started to feel like home over the past few years. There’s something about college that really brings people together and creates this sense of community. It’s something I’ll definitely miss but hopefully I’ll be lucky enough to experience another version of that when I start playing for the Boston Gladiators.

“Hey, Garrett.” I hear a feminine voice from beside me. I look up to find Ivy hovering nearby.

“Oh, hi Ivy.” I tilt my head in a polite nod before focusing my attention back on people watching.

“What’re you doing? It’s cold out here. Do you need someone to warm you up?” Well that’s awfully bold of her.

“I’m waiting for my girlfriend.” At that moment, El comes out the front doors of the building. Her eyes light up when they see me and I walk a few feet to greet her, planting a quick kiss on her lips before handing her her drink and snaking my hand around her waist.

“Girlfriend?” Ivy squeaks.

“Yep.”

“I thought you guys broke up.” Eliza ended up telling me that she saw a girl, Sarah, at their local grocery store when she was home for Thanksgiving. Apparently Sarah knows some girls from Watertown, including Ivy, and asked how our relationship was. Eliza, the sweet soul she is, didn't want to lie and told her that we had broken up. Hence Ivy finding out and commenting all over our social media.

“We did but luckily for me she took me back.”

“And we’re happier than ever.” Eliza adds. “I don’t know what’s made you so miserable Ivy but I’m going to take a guess and say it’s Sam. He has a way of dimming people’s light. You deserve better than him. I hope you find it.” She offers her old friend a smile before tugging me away to the parking lot. Personally I think Ivy is just as low as Sam. I mean they’re together and she’s hitting on me? But that’s Eliza for you, so incredible and always seeing the best in people.

“My sweet girl.” I tug her into my chest, pinning her back to her car.

“I feel bad for her.” She shrugs, chewing on her bottom lip. “ I know she was a shitty friend but I hope, one day, we can at least be acquaintances again.”

“You’re incredible, you know that?” I tip up her chin and plant a soft kiss to her lips. It was meant to be a quick peck but she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me deeper and I’m hopeless to resist her. We make out against her car for far too long, both coming up breathless.

“Maybe we should go home.” She jokes as the person who gets in the car next to us flashes us a dirty look.

“Yeah, probably.” I open the door for her, letting her climb behind the wheel and buckle up before placing a kiss on her forehead. “Drive safe, I’ll meet you at home.”

“What are you doing for Christmas?” El traces designs up and down my arm as we lay in her bed with an episode of New Girl playing in the background. After making it official she claimed she couldn’t have a boyfriend who has never watched her favorite show so we started it from the beginning. I can’t lie, I've been thoroughly enjoying it.

“I was thinking of inviting my mom to stay here. I have a game two days after Christmas day.”

“That’s a great idea.”

“You're going to your moms house right?”

“Yeah.” She nods. “Ryan’s coming home too since he has a few days off.”

“That’ll be nice.”

“I was thinking, you can say no if you want, maybe you can come home with me for Christmas? Your mom can come too of course.”

“Your mom won’t mind?”

“She’d love it actually. She loves Christmas, the more the merrier. ”

“Then we’ll be there.”

“Really?” A huge grin takes over her face.

“I’d do anything for you, El.” She pauses the designs she’s been tracing, pushing herself more upright, she swings one leg over my lap effectively straddling me. She leans down, peppering my jaw with kisses before one lands right where I want it most. My mouth parts, welcoming her in. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of the sweet way she tastes. Her t-shirt rides up, exposing some bare skin, she immediately breaks the kiss to tug it down but I grab her hands to stop her.

“El.”

“Sorry. Habit.”

“It’s okay, we’ll break it.” I place a kiss on the palm of her hand. “Want to start now?”

“What do you mean?” I reach my hands to the hem of her shirt, tugging it up, earning a smirk from her. She obliges, lifting her hands above her head so I can remove the garment completely. She has on a red lacy bra that has my pants tightening.

“You’re gorgeous.” I move my stare from her tits to her eyes. She leans her head down taking my lips in hers once again. She grinds against me like she’s seeking more. “Baby, I’m going to need you to stop doing that.”

“Why?” She blinks her eyes innocently.

“You’re killing me.”

“You can touch me, Garrett.” My breath hitches but I move fast. That’s all the permission I need. I reach behind her and unhook her bra in one swift movement. The fabric falls away from her chest and I throw it to the side before cupping both my palms over her hard nipples. She lets out a moan at the touch causing my pants to grow impossibly tighter.

Eliza reaches down to the hem of my shirt, tugging at it. I reach to my back and tug it off over my head. Her lips are back on me instantly as she pushes me onto my back. I manage to flip us over so that I’m on top. My hand reaches under the skirt she’s wearing and grazes across the light fabric covering her.

“You’re so wet.” She moans as I tease her through the fabric of her underwear. “Is this for me?” She moans again. “Tell me Eliza, is this for me?”

“All for you.” She stutters on the words.

“Good girl.” I push the fabric aside and let my fingers run through her folds. She grows even wetter at my touch. With one finger I swirl it in the wetness before plunging it inside her and earning a little gasp. I’m obsessed with the way her eyes flutter shut at the sensation. I add another and she bucks her hips, chasing more. “Tell me what you want.”

“You, more of you.” She pushes up onto her elbows, eyes locking with mine.

“How much more?”

“I want you inside of me.” I pause my movements.

“El, you’re sure?”

“Yes. I trust you.” She reaches for the waist of my sweatpants but I beat her to it, tugging them down. “Keep going.” A smirk grows on her face as she looks between my boxers and my face. I can’t help but smirk back as I pull them down and my cock springs free. She licks her lips, lips her freaking lips and I swear I almost combust.

“Condom.” I whisper more to myself than to her because I need one on me right this second or I’m going to lose it. She opens the drawer of her nightstand and hands me one. I don’t want to know why she had these so readily available, that’s something we’ll address later. I rip open the packaging and roll the latex down my length as she shimmies her skirt and underwear off of herself.

My body hovers over hers as I take her in another deep kiss. One hand holds me above her and the other rubs light circles around her clit. She reaches down, grabbing my cock, teasing her entrance with me.

“You’re one hundred percent sure?”

“One hundred percent.” She nods. I press my tip in and her eyes go wide. I give her half a second before plunging the rest of the way. “Oh my god, Garrett.” She moans, bucking her hips up to meet me. I pump in and out slowly, playing with her nipples as I do. She quickly becomes a mess of moans.

“Wrap your legs around me.” She does as I say and I pick up the pace not able to suppress moans of my own. As I pump in and out of her, I add a little pressure to her clit. I watch with satisfaction as her eyes roll to the back of her head.

“Garrett.” She moans.

“Get there with me, El.” I rub little circles of her sensitive spot.

“I… I’m so close.” I can feel her begin to shake and as she begins to tighten around me, I shoot off like a rocket. We both come with a series of moans before I collapse onto the bed next to her as we both catch our breath. After we both collect ourselves I dispose of the condom and she heads to the bathroom. She emerges from the bathroom with flushed cheeks and throws on my t-shirt before climbing into bed.

“Now I’m exhausted.” She giggles.

“Me too.” I pull her into me, playing with her hair.

“Good night Garrett.”

“Good night, cupcake.” There’s three more little words that threaten to come out of my mouth but it’s not the right time for those yet.