One Southern Night by Marissa Carmel Read Free Book Online

and with all her might, throws the football. It teeters in the air, not quite getting a good spin, but hits the tire nonetheless. No, not a terrible first shot.
    “Crap.” Laney goes for another ball.
    “What, that wasn’t bad.”
    “That sucked.” Her voice pitches.
    “It hit the tire,” I point out.
    “It didn’t spin. And I didn’t get it through the hole.”
    “Lemon, that’s expecting a lot your first try.”
    She shoots me a death look. Holy hell, my girl is a competitor. I guess I should have known that. She’s been going head-to-head with me since the moment I met her.
    Laney winds up again, her eyes keen as she focuses on the tire. She throws the ball and this time it spins beautifully through the air. It bounces off the tire and dies on the ground.
    “Nice, Lemon.” I clap. “That’s how to do it.”
    “Once more.” She goes for another football. My face lights up; I could watch this all night. Laney grips the football with both hands like she’s trying to become familiar with the feel of the leather. I can’t wait till she touches me like that. If I have anything to say about it, it will be tonight. My whole body is throbbing from just the thought. Once she’s done, she takes her stance, angling her body and drawing the football up behind her head. The fire in her eyes is bright. Laney hurls the ball and it once again rotates perfectly though the air, except this time, instead of bouncing off the rubber of the tire, it soars straight through the hole. “Yes!” Laney jumps into my arms.
    “Fuck me.” My mouth is hanging open. She did it. The first time ever throwing a football and she sinks it. “Did you just play me, city girl?”
    “No. I just had a good teacher.” She wraps her legs around my waist. I don’t think I’m buying it.
    “You lying?” I probe.
    “Nope. I hate liars. You really are a good teacher. And I’m a little athletic, so I’m sure that helped.” She smiles.
    “I think it did.” I kiss her neck. She moans and the strain in my pants can’t take it anymore. I turn toward the house and start walking.
    “Kam! Put me down! You’re going to hurt yourself!”
    “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m fine.” I march through the back door with Laney still latched on to me. “I go back to school on Monday. I’m cleared for physical activity.”
    “And what kind of physical activity did you have in mind?” she asks as I walk up the steps toward my room.
    “The kind that involves a bed.”
    “Kam, I’m not going to sleep with you.”
    “Who said anything about sleeping, sugar?”
    “Don’t call me sugar.” She is seriously testy about that nickname.
    “Sorry. Lemon,” I correct myself.
    “Better.” She kisses me. I’ve waited to be alone with Laney ever since last Friday night. And now that I have her all to myself, I’m going to take full advantage. I flip her on onto the mattress. She giggle-screams as she falls backwards. I yank my shirt off right before I crawl onto the bed. Laney’s eyes widen, and her lips part.
    “Something wrong, Lemon?”
    “Nope, not a thing. Just admiring.”
    “Like what you see?” I slowly creep over her body.
    “Mmmm hmmm.” I lie on top of her and crush my mouth against hers. She opens immediately, allowing my tongue to explore, rolling and circling, taking possession of the woman beneath me. The girl I’ve wanted from the first second I saw her.
    “You know it’s not fair you’re still wearing a shirt,” I say between kisses.
    “So take it off.”
    I don’t waste a second ripping Laney’s shirt off, or her bra for that matter. Her skin is fucking beautiful, and so, so soft. I trail my tongue down her neck as I massage one of her breasts in my hand. I suck her nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue, causing it to pebble. “Kam,” she moans as I lavish each breast, her hands gripping the strands of my hair. If she thinks that feels good, just wait. I move father down until I reach the button of her jeans. I