Now I See You | ✓

Bonus: Aubin

Judah Young's standing in the kitchen of the football house, pouring herself a drink, for the third Saturday night in a row and my chest squeezes tight just at the sight of her.

My ego inflates a little too, because I swear I didn't really see her around at parties the boys threw here very often, and suddenly, after first coming home with me, she's starting turning up at our parties regularly and I can only hope it's linked to me.

When she left the morning after our first night together, I was disappointed, to be sure, but I pulled myself together and brushed it off. To be fair, she was really polite when explaining that she wasn't looking for anything serious right now, but I kind of wished she was.

Okay, really wished she was.

Last weekend, then, when I saw her back at the house for another party, I pulled my best moves and flirted my ass off in the hopes that she'd agree to come home with me again. She did, and fucking hell, I'm so glad of it. She's honestly incredible.

We get on really well in general, but fuck me, she's phenomenal in bed. Fucking gorgeous, too. I know she's a little self-conscious about her body and her curves, but I swear to high heaven I wouldn't have her any other way.

She's plush, with a little more flesh than some, but I love that about her. Just means there's more for me to grab when I'm palming her ass or squeezing her hips. More to look at when her tits are bouncing up and down as I'm pounding into her. No complaints here.

Fuck. I'm getting distracted thinking about being buried inside her when I've not even spoken to her tonight. Last weekend, she smiled sheepishly in the morning and excused herself again, saying it was just a two-time thing.

Well, fuck that. I'm determined we'll make it a three-time thing. If I can convince her of that – which, given how well she reacts to me when I'm squeezing her throat or yanking her hair, not to mention fucking her nice and hard, I'm fairly certain she'll be up for – then I'm thinking that I could persuade her to do this slightly more regularly.

Her roommate, Josie, I think, spots me eyeing Judah from across the room, so I quickly pull my mind out of the gutter and make my way over to them, letting an easy smile stretch across my lips.

"Evening, ladies," I greet them, smiling at Josie before turning my attention to Judah.

Judah's face flushes with a little colour and her eyes meet mine, but not before dragging up my body and stopping briefly at my lips.

That action alone makes me want to fist-pump like I've scored a touchdown at a Championship game. Fuck, yeah. She wants me as much as I want her.

A look passes between Josie and Judah, and I swear I see the girl I've been keeping my eyes on all night give her roommate an infinitesimal nod. I can't be too far off in my reading of the situation, because Josie grins at both of us, before waving and disappearing amongst the rest of the crowd, leaving the two of us alone.

I smile down at Judah, heart thumping in my chest. "Good to see you, sweetheart."

"You too," she returns, leaning back casually against the kitchen counter, lips drawn up into an easy smile, like she's happy to be here right now.

And, hell, I'm happy she's here too.

I can't help myself. I really wish I could, but I can't ever seem to around her. I step forwards a little, so that I'm in her space, but not entirely encroaching on her. Honestly, I just want to be near her right now. "You having a good night?"

Judah tilts her head, smirking. "Uh-huh. Are you?"

I make a show of dropping my eyes down her frame, before dragging them back up to her face, because I'm nothing if not ostentatious and cocky. "Sure am, sweetheart."