From the Hills to Crenshaw II: Juniors

1. Junior Year

Spencer's POV

Post game Press Conference

"You've been named NCAA Player of the Week for the third time in your collegiate career. Can you explain how you're feeling going into your third week as the number one ranked receiver?" A reporter asks me and I smile.

"It feels great. I had a strong freshman year. I followed that up with a decent sophomore year. And I'm excited to be back competing with my teammates in my junior year."

"There's been talks of you declaring for the draft after this season," another person says before I search the crowd.

"Uh—- rumors are rumors. I can't control that. But I do know I have a lot of season left to play. And I want nothing more then to be here." I respond as I finally spot Olivia in the crowd of reporters.

She works for The USC Journal on campus. And I love the fact that she gets to cover my games.

"I have a question," she says politely. "You had a record setting day with three hundred and seventeen yards from scrimmage. Did you do anything different before the game to help you play so well?"

I chuckle as my cheeks turn red in embarrassment as I play back my pre-game routine.
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*Flashback*
Five Hours Before

I check my bag twice, before zipping it.

"Hey babe, you seen my brush?" I ask as I search through the bathroom. "Baby!"

My yell must fall on deaf ears as I stretch my eyes to find the brush.

"Liv," I shout again and she still doesn't respond.

I walk out of the bedroom to dim lighting and it doesn't take long for me to notice my girlfriend sitting on the edge of the bed in lingerie.

"What are you doing?" I ask and she smiles. "I have a game today."

"I'll be gentle," she whispers as her finger motions me towards the bed.

"Liv, you know I don't have sex less than a day before games," I say as I avoid any real eye contact because I know I can't resist that look.

She stands and purposely gets in my way before placing my hand on her breast and tongue on my neck, while she feels down my pants.

"Why don't you look at me?" She asks as I close my eyes with her hand arousing me.

"You know I'm no good once I pull these to the side," I tell her and she chuckles when I tug at her panties.

"Stop talking before you make yourself late," she suggest and I fall into her eyes before wasting another second.

I kiss, hug and caress her as she leaves trails of her lips against my skin.

I pull her hair and she allows me to dig deeper before we shed the rest of our clothes to finish what we've officially started.

Her moans make me groan and our heavy panting can be hear by our neighbors.

We switch positions and I change my speed as I feel myself nearing the end.

Our eyes connect as we both reach our climax together and I lay, semi-breathless, next to her on the bed.

"So much for your no sex before a game policy," she whispers before kissing me.

"I feel like laying in bed with you all damn day and night now," I admit and she shakes her head no as she looks at the clock.

"If you don't get up, you won't be getting anymore sex until after the season," she tells me and my eyes widen at the thought.