The Short Game Read Online Free
a hint of disappointment in my voice? I needed to get a grip. I’d only known this girl for a few hours, and after tonight there was no way I was going to see her again.
“Baton Rouge, hopefully. I applied to LSU, and I’ll find out in a couple of months if I get in.”
“Well, good luck.” College? I hadn’t even gone to high school. I wondered what she’d think of that, before I remembered that I shouldn’t care what she thought about anything.
“Aren’t you gonna drink your beer?” she asked, motioning to the second can on the table.
I picked it up, but didn’t take a sip. “You trying to get me drunk?”
“Maybe a little.” She winked.
And that was all it took to make me lose what was left of my sense. I set the beer back on the table and slipped my hands around the back of her neck, my thumbs pressed against her jaw. I drew her face to mine and our lips crushed together. For a panicked second I thought maybe I’d misjudged the situation. She didn’t respond immediately, but a moment later her lips opened, granting my tongue access. Her kiss was just as honey sweet as I’d imagined.
I ran my thumb across her cheek, then slid my fingers down her neck and to her shoulders, across the hollow at her collarbone. I felt all the blood leave my head and rush to lower extremities, which probably explained why I wasn’t thinking.
Tracy broke the kiss and moved away. Disappointment filled my chest, but only for the second before I realized why she’d moved. In a blink she was on my lap, straddling me so we were facing each other. She grabbed my tight shoulders and looked me in the eyes, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. I leaned in to kiss her again, but she pulled her head back, making a tutting sound. She leaned in again, but instead of my mouth, her lips found my earlobe. I felt her tongue flick against it followed quickly by a graze of her teeth. The feeling of her breath hot against my neck sent an electric hum through my veins, but I wanted to feel her mouth on mine. I was desperate to taste her again.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds more, she brought her face back to mine and kissed me. Hard this time. It was the sort of kiss that left little to the imagination. The sort of kiss that you knew meant she wouldn’t mind if things went a little bit further. Or a lot a bit further.
I kissed her back, hard and rough. I ran my hands down her slim waist and felt a groan escape from low in my throat, even though my head was too cloudy with the taste and feel of her to hear it. She reached down to my pants and began to unbutton them, shocking me back to reality.
I picked her up by her waist and lifted her from my lap. Tracy let me move her back to the sofa, but gave me a little pout that demanded to be kissed off her lips. Somehow, I managed to restrain myself. “I better get going.”
“Having too much fun?” she asked.
“Something like that.” Her look told me I needed to give some sort of explanation. “We just met and all. Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
“You’re quite the gentleman,” Tracy said, though it only half sounded like a compliment.
“I try.” I didn’t. Not usually. If we were out on the road and Tracy was just some buffer girl I met at a bar, I would’ve slept with her. I kept telling myself that Tracy was different because she lived so close to the Village, but deep down I knew it was more than that. There was something different about this girl. Something that made me want to take things slow. Be respectful.
And I wondered why the Sheedys liked to call me a pussy.
With a half-hearted smile, I stood up and started toward the door, but Tracy’s hand on my wrist stopped me. I thought she was going to pull me to her one more time. Was sure she was going to kiss me again. If she had, I wouldn’t have been able to restrain myself a second time, but that’s not what she wanted.
“You forgot
“Baton Rouge, hopefully. I applied to LSU, and I’ll find out in a couple of months if I get in.”
“Well, good luck.” College? I hadn’t even gone to high school. I wondered what she’d think of that, before I remembered that I shouldn’t care what she thought about anything.
“Aren’t you gonna drink your beer?” she asked, motioning to the second can on the table.
I picked it up, but didn’t take a sip. “You trying to get me drunk?”
“Maybe a little.” She winked.
And that was all it took to make me lose what was left of my sense. I set the beer back on the table and slipped my hands around the back of her neck, my thumbs pressed against her jaw. I drew her face to mine and our lips crushed together. For a panicked second I thought maybe I’d misjudged the situation. She didn’t respond immediately, but a moment later her lips opened, granting my tongue access. Her kiss was just as honey sweet as I’d imagined.
I ran my thumb across her cheek, then slid my fingers down her neck and to her shoulders, across the hollow at her collarbone. I felt all the blood leave my head and rush to lower extremities, which probably explained why I wasn’t thinking.
Tracy broke the kiss and moved away. Disappointment filled my chest, but only for the second before I realized why she’d moved. In a blink she was on my lap, straddling me so we were facing each other. She grabbed my tight shoulders and looked me in the eyes, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. I leaned in to kiss her again, but she pulled her head back, making a tutting sound. She leaned in again, but instead of my mouth, her lips found my earlobe. I felt her tongue flick against it followed quickly by a graze of her teeth. The feeling of her breath hot against my neck sent an electric hum through my veins, but I wanted to feel her mouth on mine. I was desperate to taste her again.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds more, she brought her face back to mine and kissed me. Hard this time. It was the sort of kiss that left little to the imagination. The sort of kiss that you knew meant she wouldn’t mind if things went a little bit further. Or a lot a bit further.
I kissed her back, hard and rough. I ran my hands down her slim waist and felt a groan escape from low in my throat, even though my head was too cloudy with the taste and feel of her to hear it. She reached down to my pants and began to unbutton them, shocking me back to reality.
I picked her up by her waist and lifted her from my lap. Tracy let me move her back to the sofa, but gave me a little pout that demanded to be kissed off her lips. Somehow, I managed to restrain myself. “I better get going.”
“Having too much fun?” she asked.
“Something like that.” Her look told me I needed to give some sort of explanation. “We just met and all. Maybe this isn’t a good idea.”
“You’re quite the gentleman,” Tracy said, though it only half sounded like a compliment.
“I try.” I didn’t. Not usually. If we were out on the road and Tracy was just some buffer girl I met at a bar, I would’ve slept with her. I kept telling myself that Tracy was different because she lived so close to the Village, but deep down I knew it was more than that. There was something different about this girl. Something that made me want to take things slow. Be respectful.
And I wondered why the Sheedys liked to call me a pussy.
With a half-hearted smile, I stood up and started toward the door, but Tracy’s hand on my wrist stopped me. I thought she was going to pull me to her one more time. Was sure she was going to kiss me again. If she had, I wouldn’t have been able to restrain myself a second time, but that’s not what she wanted.
“You forgot
Readers choose
Richard Ford
Cornelia Funke
Nancy Nahra
Samanthya Wyatt
J. Alex Blane
Alison Chaffin Higson
Charles G. West
Karen Joy Fowler
Nancy Springer