𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝟒𝟔-𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐨

𝓠𝓾𝓲𝓷𝓷

Poppy and I are currently sitting in the bleachers as we wait for the game to start. 

We ended up talking and I guess after Casper talked to Della he ended up explaining his feelings to Poppy. 

She told him they had to take it slow and he agreed. 

Honestly I am happy for both of them, I will be watching Casper though. If he thinks he can hurt my friend again.

My phone chimes and I realize I should probably head over there now before the game starts. 

"I'll be back in a minute." I tell her as I head to the athletics building. 

I text Jordan to meet me outside and wait a few moments until I see him emerge from the door. 

His gray eyes meet mine and a small smile tugs on his lips. 

"What's up?" He asks walking over to me. 

His arms cage me against the wall as he peers down at me. 

I run my hands up his jersey and around the back of his neck. 

"I just wanted to wish you luck." I say and he rests his forehead against mine. 

"That's all?"

I bite my bottom lip before leaning into his ear. 

I nip his earlobe before I whisper, "Win the game and I'll let you do whatever you want to my body."

He makes a choking sound in the back of his throat as I pull away. 

"You're serious?" He asks and I nod slowly, "So I think you should probably win."

A smirk takes over his face, "We are definitely winning." 

He kisses me before heading back to the locker room and I go back to the bleachers, taking my seat beside Poppy. 

☆ ☆ ☆

Sure enough we win. 

Jordan played spectacularly and it was so hot. 

I make sure to get to Jordan's dorm room before him and quickly change. 

It's a matching set, white lace underwear and bra. I tie my dusty pink satin robe hiding the lingerie before running my hands through my loose curls and crawling onto the bed. 

I sit on my knees as I wait for him to get here. 

Of course when I bought the underwear I had to try it on. It looks so good and I want Jordan on his knees. 

This will do that. 

The sound of the door unlocking has me biting my lower lip to hide the laughter threatening to bubble up. 

Jordan walks in, running a hand through is slightly damp hair. He must've taken a shower after the game like he always does. 

When his eyes meet mine and stops in his spot. His phone falls to the ground, completely forgotten. 

"What are you doing here?" He asks, his eyes hooded and his voice hoarse. 

I can see just how turned on he is when I glance down at his sweatpants. That's all the encouragement I need as I slowly untie the robe. 

"What do you think?" I ask as I push the robe over my shoulders and falling back onto the bed exposing myself to him. 

He lets out a torched groan as I open my legs for him.