Page 24 of Final Score

“Jenner, what did you do?”

“Why don’t you open it and see?”

My curiosity gets the best of me as I tear the decorative paper from the top of the bag, looking inside. I laugh. It’s the first genuine laugh I’ve had all day.

“Really, Jenner?” I ask, as I pulled a red lace bodysuit out of the bag, holding it up for him to see.

“You look amazing in red. I couldn’t resist.”

Shaking my head, I fling the garment at his face. “Let me guess, you want to see it on?” I asked.

“Absolutely, but there’s another gift in the bag.” He answers, pulling me onto his lap.

Searching inside the bag, my brows furrow, confused, as I dis-guard the bag onto the floor. In my hand was a small rectangular box with the word KAYS written across the top in shiny silver lettering. My heart pounded in my chest as I removed the lid. I was curious now. Inside was a silver bracelet with six charms. A palm tree with diamond leaves, a snowflake, a hockey stick and puck, the universal nurse’s logo, and the number 117. In the center of the bracelet was a small oval covered in diamonds.

“Open it.” Jenner whispered.

All the air in my lungs vanished. Inside the oval, I now realized was a locket, was the last picture I had taken with my father. It was my 17th birthday, six months before he died. My throat constricted as I stared at the photo, afraid to move. It was the perfect present. It was clear Jenner had put a lot of thought into it, each charm having a special meaning. The most significant one in the center.

“I had some help with the photograph. I got your mom’s cellphone number and called her over Christmas break. She was very excited about the idea and picked a photo that would mean the most to you.” Jenner brushed the hair back from my face as he assessed my reaction to his gift. “If you don’t like it, I can change out the charms.”

“No, it’s perfect. I love it.” I whisper, closing the box, and setting it on the table.

“Don’t you want to try it on?”

“Later.” I responded. “For now, I have a better idea.”

“You do?” He asked, one eyebrow arched high across his forehead.

“We have an entire apartment alone, and you were kind enough to buy me new lingerie. We should take advantage of it.”

“I think I like the way you think.” Jenner laughs, picking me up and carrying me into the bedroom.

The red lingerie Jenner had bought… was crotchless. Easier access. I thought as I adjusted the straps along my hip. Lace covered my chest and crotch, while lines of red fabric ran across my stomach and hips, leaving very little to the imagination. It was beautiful, but it had taken a second to figure out how to put on. It made me feel sexy, and I secretly loved that he had picked out what he wanted to see on me.

I walk into my bedroom, the only light coming from a few candles scattered across the room, hoping I looked as sexy as I felt in the moment. Jenner was already in bed and under the covers. Judging by the clothes on the floor, he was naked. Even easier access. I smirked as I crawled across the bed before sitting on his lap over the covers. Yep, definitely naked and liking the lingerie.

Jenner’s eyes roamed across my body, absent of their usual lust filled hunger. Instead, I saw a slow burning fire in its place. He cupped my cheek with one hand, the other having a firm grip on my hip, as his eyes found mine.

“God Kat, look at you.” His deep voice filled the room, flooded with emotion. “Five years of fantasies didn’t do you justice.”

Unable to hold back any longer, I lean forward, capturing his lips with mine in a heated kiss. His hand pulls my hair back at the nape of my neck, our tongues tangling together. Pressing my body closer to his, I grip his shoulders. As, Jenner lifts me into his arms, moving the comforter from his waist and rolling me onto my back, in one fluid motion.

Jenner sucks lightly at my neck, positioning himself above me, strong arms braced on either side of my head, as my hands trail down his abs, moving lower until they find what they’re searching for. He groans into my neck as my hands squeeze the length of his hard cock. I run my hand up and down his length in long, forceful strokes. Paying special attention to the head, I wanted to run my tongue across.

“Fuck.” Jenner mumbles, pausing my movements. “If you keep doing that, this won’t last.”

“Then hurry up and get inside me.” I taunt, lifting my hips closer to his.

“Not yet.” He answers, removing my hand from his dick.

Sitting back, Jenner uses his knees to spread my legs open even wider. He sits there for a moment, watching me as I squirm against the sheets, my body aching to be touched. Biting his lip, Jenner moves, pulling at the lace covering my chest. He rolls a nipple expertly between his fingers the bud tightening, as my back arches, a breathy gasp leaving my lips. “So sensitive.” He chuckles against my skin, sucking the nipple into his mouth.

His other hand moves cross my hip, snapping a band of red fabric across my skin. It didn’t hurt, but the sting warms my body, causing more wetness to pool against my thighs. I squirm against his hold. Enough of this teasing shit. I rock my hips against his, begging for friction. Just as I’m finding a perfect rhythm for my aching clit. Jenner moves further away.

I groan, pulling his hair as he bites my already sensitive nipple. Mercifully, a finger runs across my folds, but Jenner keeps the friction away from where my body craves it the most. Kissing me, his finger moves upward running hard, tight circles against my clit. I cry out at his touch, electricity spiking in my veins, as my body begs for more. Yes, there. Just like that.

Jenner moves, not stopping the glorious movements that have my insides feeling like a pressure cooker. This time he reaches for a condom on the nightstand. I take it from his hand, easily rolling it onto him as Jenner settles himself back between my legs. He doesn’t remove the lingerie, hitching one across high across his hip. He can rip it for all I care.