Swipe Me: Chapter 15
Swipe Me: A Friends-to-Lovers College Football Romance (Covey U Book 1)
As I grab my books and gym bag out of the car, I walk to the door, feeling absolutely exhausted. Iâve never looked forward to getting back to my bed more than right now. Especially since I have a tiny hope that a little brunette might still be under my sheets, waiting for me. Preferably naked. In my sweatshirt if not.
All hope of that is lost when I hear Aiden, Jackson, and Matty screaming at the TV, playing some game on the Xbox. I doubt Reign would have the courage to stay in my bed with these idiots around. âYou wanna play?â Matty asks, leaning over the sofa.
âSure, let me just drop this stuff off upstairs.â I gesture to my bag.
âIf youâre planning on checking if that girl is still in your room, sheâs not. I checked.â Aiden says, eyes not moving from the screen, face completely flat. Sometimes I wonder if heâs a psychopath. Matty smirks as he turns around. I ignore the comment because frankly, weâve all heard him do much worse over the years. I knew Reign was loud last night, but I thought they were too busy post-it noting Lyssâs car to notice. Maybe it was round two that gave us away.
I threw my bag on my bed when I got to my room and instinctively checked her window. All the lights were off, probably because sheâs still busy on campus. I canât imagine a nursing degree is easy.
After, I headed back downstairs, sitting next to Jackson on the giant sofa as I watched my roommates play a simulated football game. The comfortable silence is broken when Matty asks, âWhereâs Adam?â
Jackson shrugs, âLast I saw him, he was walking onto campus with Reign again.â he says and my whole-body freezes. I remember he offered to walk her once, but I didnât think they were close. My fists clench and I force myself to relax.
Thatâs all it is. You were inside her last night, thatâs got to count for something.
âHas he hit that yet?â Aiden asked, still refusing to remove his eyes from the TV, too focused on beating Matty for the fifth time today.
âWas he going to?â I ask, stupidly hoping no one notices the hesitation in my voice.
Matty pipes in this time, âHe mentioned that he liked her. Sheâs hot. I guess heâs laying the groundwork.â
I knew it. He mentioned it when she first moved in, but itâs been over a month and he hasnât said anything to me since. I should have said something then instead of waiting. Now, my best friend is trying to woo the girl I just slept with last night. Although, she has made it clear sheâs not interested in being exclusive. If she was that concerned, Iâm sure she would have said as much before putting my dick in her mouth and sucking harder than a vacuum. Maybe she wanted to keep her options open for Adam too? Itâs not like I have a claim on her, and I have enough on my plate with Chloe and my mom. I donât need or want a girlfriend. I donât think. Unless itâs Reignâ¦
âYou upset about that D?â Aiden asks, finally pausing the game, making Matty and Jackson groan. I wish I could wipe that smirk off his face.
âI was winning that,â Matty grumbles, but Aiden keeps his eyes looking at me.
âWhy would I have an issue with it?â I call Aidenâs bluff. The only thing he knows is I brought a girl home last night. Thatâs it.
Aidenâs grin grows wider. âDonât you think itâs funny how none of us saw Devin bring the girl to his room?â He asks Jackson and Matty, both of whom have lost interest in the conversation and are looking at their phones. âAnd how no one saw her leave. Itâs almost like they had a different entry point into the house.â He cocked an eyebrow.
Heâs smarter than Iâve ever given him credit for.
The front door opens, saving me from coming up with some lame-ass excuse and Adam walks through the door with his laptop in hand. âHey guys,â he says cheerfully. The stone in my stomach dissolves knowing heâs home and not with Reign. âIâm going to order a pizza tonight, do any of you want in?â
Thereâs a chant of âYes!â before we all settle back and watch some football. I spend the entire time analyzing everything Adam says to make sure heâs not thinking about Reign.
After an extortionate amount of pizza, I headed upstairs to my room, fully intending to write that business essay that Iâve been putting off for the last week. When I get there and see Reignâs light on though, I have different ideas. My lip curls just thinking about her and as much as I try to repress it, I canât.
Her curtains are open, and I can clearly see her throwing a bag full of stuff on her bed before walking to her bathroom. As she shuts the door, I check my teeth and hair and then make my way to the railing, silently waiting for her to come back. If she wasnât naked underneath me last night, this might be considered a creeper move. As I hear the crack of the door open, I watch her walk out of the bathroom. Her hair is in a loose bun and sheâs got this tight white top on with tiny little pink shorts. To top it off sheâs wearing long tube socks all the way to her knees. If she didnât already have my attention, sheâs got it now. I adjust my junk and check itâs all in place before I gently tap on her window. She jumps a little, but when she sees itâs me, her face softens and she glides over, opening the window.
âHey D, whatâs up?â She says sweetly leaning on the railing and I stop myself from looking at her squashed boobs against the metal.
âNothing, just wanted to see what youâre up to?â Looking over her shoulder, I can tell sheâs planning a night alone in her room. âWine and popcorn? Are you having a movie night?â
âUmm not exactlyâ¦â She backs away and then her gaze flits down at the floor as though Iâve caught her in some sort of sordid act.
âWhat are you doing then if youâve got wine and popcorn?â I ask with a hint of a smile. Sheâs squirming and I love watching her.
âJust a tv show.â She says casually but her cheeks are flustered like itâs some kind of dirty pleasure. I need to know what sheâs watching now.
âCan I join?â I ask, giving her a slow smile and her lips purse. A little tuft of hair falls from her bun and I reach over the railing, putting it behind her ear. That move catches her off guard and she took a quick breath in. She turns to the room then back to me, contemplating whether or not to let me in. When her eyes meet mine, I give her a wink for good measure.
âItâs probably not your type of showâ¦â She looks anywhere but me and scratches the top of her bun.
âWhat kind of show is it?â My eyes widen at the thought.
âAre you watching porn? Is that why you need the wine? A little Dutch courage?â I tease and as if her face couldnât get any more flushed, it does. I bark out a laugh because sheâs as red as the wine sheâs planning on drinking.
âClearly not, because that be your kind of show.â I shrug. Sheâs not wrong.
âAh, it canât be that bad. Come on.â I cock my eyebrows and hold onto the railing, hinting that Iâm coming over. When she moves out of the way, I take that as my invitation and jump, stepping into her room with ease. She stares at my arms, still in the white shirt and gray sweatpants I put on this morning.
âItâs rude to stare.â I joke.
She shakes her head and looks back up at me. âI wasnât staring at your muscles. I was staring at the glitter.â
âAh yes, I hear Iâve got you to thank for this,â I say, pointing at the pink sheen on my biceps. âI should thank you. Itâs had the ladies staring at my arms all day.â She rolled her eyes at that comment. âCute PJâs by the way,â I say as I sit down on her desk chair and take my shoes off. I donât know the etiquette, but I figure it will be harder for her to kick me out once theyâre off.
âThanks,â she mumbles, drawing her legs closer together. I followed behind her as she shuffled over to the bed and takes a seat. She moves high up onto the purple comforter, a different one from the first night we spent together, and pats the spot next to her. Following her lead, I move up the bed, resting my back against the headboard and holding one of her pink fluffy pillows to my chest.
She leaned forward, grabbing a fuzzy white blanket from the foot of the bed and brought it over her body. âDo you want under?â I know she means the blanket so I nod, pretending my filthy mind didnât just take me to another place entirely. Itâs a small blanket so while it covers her, it only barely skims my thighs.
âWhat are we watching?â I ask, grasping a handful of popcorn from in between us and shoving it in my mouth, fully expecting the buttery taste to melt in my mouth. Only, thereâs a tangier taste to it. I think sheâs melted cheese on top, making it that much more delicious. I make a b-line for another handful but she smacks it away so she can eat.
After sheâs swallowed the popcorn, she looks over and gives me these wide, doe eyes. âOkay, you have to promise not to judge me before I tell you.â Her gaze flicks down and she starts picking at some of the fuzz on her blanket, staring at it as though it has all the answers to her problems. Sheâs so cute when sheâs embarrassed.
âYouâre actually watching porn, arenât you?â I cocked my eyebrow, stopping the corners of my mouth from lifting too much. If she wants to watch porn with me, who am I to deny her that pleasure?
âShh no,â She smacks me playfully on the arm and I rub my bicep pretending it hurt. âJust promise you wonât judge.â She repeats, still more focused on the blanket than my face.
âOkay, I promise.â Raising my hand showing my scoutâs honor. I was never a scout, but she doesnât have to know that.
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â It takes me a moment to process.
âItâs not the worst thing I guess.â I was expecting something much more sinister but a bunch of hot chicks vying over one guy doesnât seem that bad.
âYou donât have to stay,â Iâm with Reign, in her bed, while we eat cheesy popcorn. As if Iâm going to say no. â
if you do stay, you canât judge me and you have to play my drinking game.â Her eyes skittered over to the bottle of red. Normally, I would say no to drinking like this after the whole Chloe debacle, but tonight, I might just let loose. Itâs only one bottle of wine. Itâs not like we can get drunk on that. âDeal?â She asked, pulling out her hand and I dutifully accept.
âHanging out with a pretty girl on a school night⦠Doesnât sound too bad to me,â I winked, and she giggles softly. âNow whatâs this drinking game?â
âThe rules are simple. Rule one, anytime Chris Harrison says âdramaticâ, you take a drink.â she holds up the cheap bottle of wine she bought for herself. âRule two, anytime a contestant cries, you drink twice. Rule three, anytime you hear someone say, âright reasonsâ, you drink. Finally, Rule four, when someone says âloveâ or the bachelor kisses a contestant, you have to drink twice.â
Chuckling, I try to remember what she just said. âThere are a lot of rules for a simple game.â I point out and she shrugs, unfazed by my response. âWere you planning on playing this on your own?â I know sheâs in her room and she wasnât planning on seeing anyone, but the idea of her getting drunk by herself has me feeling uneasy because itâs something Chloe would have done if my mom and I werenât monitoring her.
âYesâ¦â She responds sheepishly. âI wasnât expecting to be judged,â She responds defensively.
âIâm not judging.â Okay, I am judging. I canât help it.
âStudying nursing is hard and before moving here, the only time I got to relax was Monday night with a glass of wine.â My heart immediately sinks.
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry.â I canât bring my own prejudices against her. Sheâs not Chloe. âHow about we switch the rules up?â I suggest.
âWhat do you propose?â
âYou drink whenever Chris says drama or dramatic and a contestant cries.
drink when someone says the right reasons, love or there is a make-out session? That way the wine might last longerâ¦â At least this way, we can still play her game but I wonât feel quite so bad about how much weâre drinking.
âWell, I originally thought it was just me watching so I assumed I would only need one bottle but If we run out, Iâll go down and get some more.â She grabs the remote and leans against my arm. I motion to put it around her but she leans forward, grabs the wine, and puts it in between us. Unsubtle hint taken. âHave you watched the before?â
âNo, but the concept is easy. Guy picks from a bunch of hot women right?â
âYes, but not just any guy, this guy is Shawn. Heâs a Fireman from North Carolina and he had his heartbroken by Carly on The . His wife died 4 years ago and this was the first time he tried to date. He was ready to introduce her to his little boy but then Carly broke it off because she had stronger feelings for Ben.â It sounds like wants to date Shawn.
âWhy would you go on after something like that happened to you?â
âBecause you might find your true love!â I cock my eyebrow in disbelief. âOr you might end up the Bachelor and then you can pick from all the women. Thatâs why thereâs always such talk about âright reasonsâ on this showâ She laughs, and she stuffs some popcorn in her mouth. âShawn is definitely here for the right reasons though.â She clarifies before I get any ideas.
âWhy do you watch it?â
âBecause itâs funny. Thereâs a lot of drama and I like being drawn in their ridiculous world for a couple of hours a week. It gets me out of my head.â
âWell. thanks for letting me join you.â I elbow her lightly, her gorgeous dark chocolate eyes look up at me and she licks her lips which moves my gaze down and reminds me of last time I touched them. Man, I want to kiss her again. I still havenât had with her. Iâm still not sure if itâs appropriate to do it. Yes, we slept together last night, but weâve had casual sex before. Maybe she is only looking for that.
âLetâs wait and see, you might want to jump back to your room after the first ten minutes.â Thatâs definitely not happening. Iâm staying here as long as sheâll have me.
Unfortunately for Reign, this episode was particularly Shawn left one of his girlfriends, his term not mine, in the desert because she was too busy bitching about one of his other girlfriends, it felt more like an episode of The girlfriend he left in the desert cried, and they repeated that scene at least twenty times That meant Reign downed over two-thirds of the bottle of wine by the time weâd watched the first half-hour of the show. Her little hiccups and giggles are a telltale sign sheâs hammered. Iâm not surprised; sheâs like four foot nothing. She just drank her daily quota of liquid in alcoholic form. I knew this was a bad idea.
I watched her reach for the remote, pausing the TV and then turning to look at me. Slowly I turn to look at her and am met with a devilish smirk and this glint in her eyes I know can only mean trouble. âDevinâ¦â She whisper shouts, leaning closer to me.
âYeah?â She brings her mouth next to my ear and does a drunken giggle. On any other girl, it would be annoying. On Reign, itâs cute.
âI think we need more wine.â She says as she fingers my chin, leading my face to hers. Our faces are only inches apart and I know what she wants me to do. Unfortunately, the wine on her breath reminds me sheâs not in her right mind.
Holding the hand sheâs placed against my face, I gently move it down to her side and leave it resting there. âI donât think thatâs a good idea, darlinâ
She jumps off the bed with the speed of a mountain lion, âWhat do you mean, D? I think itâs the best idea Iâve had all night.â Then she does that super sexy giggle hiccup thing again. I swear, sheâs the only girl in the world thatâs still hot when sheâs drunk as a skunk. She skids out the door and I hold my breath waiting for the thud of her as she falls down the stairs. A few minutes later, sheâs back with a bottle of white wine in her hand as she walks slowly towards the bed, giving me some half-lidded eyes. Iâm not sure if sheâs trying to be seductive or sheâs genuinely having trouble walking at this point. Itâs probably the latter but her eyes are darting across my body, telling me she wants something else.
Her eyes are trained on me as she reaches the end of the bed. Hauling her knees up, she starts crawling over, eyes focused on me the entire time. Well, itâs confirmed, sheâs trying to seduce me, which wouldnât take much on a normal day around her, but thereâs no way Iâm taking advantage of this situation.
The view of her cleavage as she crawls over isnât helping matters and for some reason, I feel frozen on the spot in her bed. Probably because she plants her hands on either side of my hips, blocking me in as her chocolate eyes pierce through mine. Iâm not going to deny that part of the reason I came over tonight was because I wanted to get in her pants, but doing it like this just feels wrong.
She dropped down next to me, picking up my arm and wrapping it firmly around her shoulders, resting her head on my chest. Grabbing the bottle of wine, she holds it close like itâs her firstborn child as she turns the show back on. This, I can deal with. Iâm guessing sheâll fall asleep soon and Iâll sneak out before she can remember I was even here.
This episode is getting more ridiculous as it goes. I donât push the fact that Chris Harrison said dramatic again because frankly, I donât want her to drink anymore. Luckily, she seem to have missed it, too busy twirling her finger across my chest. I lie loudly, âOh! Shawn said right reasons. I guess itâs my turn to swig.â I say, taking the wine bottle out of her hands and pretending to take a drink. She pokes me hard and fails to notice me putting the bottle on the nightstand, out of her reach.
As Shawn makes another contestant cry, Reignâs hand travels up my chest, over the thin cotton of my shirt. I watch her hand carefully because I fully expect her to reach for the wine, but when she doesnât and instead uses her long nails to lightly scratch at my pecs, I lose all focus.
Shit.
Now all I can think about is the last time she did that. When her tongue was down my throat and her other hand was in my pants. She glances up to look at me, fluttering her eyelashes with a small grin on her face.
Shit.
She knows what sheâs doing.
âDevin⦠Do you remember when I said that we should just be friends?â She drapes her leg over mine, using her foot to rub my calves as her whole body is flush against my side. Is she really going to have the talk right now? I nod, unable to talk because sheâs still drawing those damn circles on my chest. âI think I want more,â she whispers.
âMore in what way?â I ask, shifting uncomfortably underneath her. Trying to push her hand off but she keeps it there and gently grazes my nipple causing my dick to stir.
âWhatever way youâll have me.â She admits and normally those words would have me hard as a stone. But right now. Sheâs so hammered, I canât tell if sheâs just horny and saying it. Either way, I know itâs off the table tonight. Sheâs biting her bottom lip and itâs taking all of my self-control not to bite it for her.
âMaybe this is something we can discuss in the morning, darlinâ. When you havenât drunk so much.â If I want to actually date her, which I think I do, I canât be an asshole and take her tonight.
âFine.â She pouts. âIâm tired of talking anyway.â Before I can process anything sheâs just said, sheâs crashing her lips against mine, and without thinking, I react. I kiss her back; the feeling of her warm soft lips is what Iâve been craving all day. She winds her arms around my neck and moves herself across to straddle me. Her hot center rocking against mine as her tongue darts across my bottom lip making me growl. I place my hands on her hips as she starts grinding faster. Those tiny cotton shorts mean I can feel every inch of her against my sweatpants. My body starts reacting and I can feel myself hardening underneath her. She feels it too because she grinds harder down causing a moan to erupt through our kiss. I grab her hips tight and force her to stop.
âWhatâs wrong?â She asked, leaning her forehead against mine. âDonât you want this?â She tried to move her hips again, but my grip is too tight. I keep her in place.
âWe canât do this right now, â I say, taking in long slow breaths, doing everything I can to not give into the urge to kiss her back.
Her big bottom lip pouts out again. âBut we did it last night.â She says, and I groan at the memory. We did it last night when she was fully in control and not drunk over watching a guy hand out a bunch of roses.
âLetâs talk about this in the morning, Reign,â I whispered, gently kissing her cheek, hoping that would soften the blow.
âWhat if I want to talk about it now?â Her lips scorch my skin as she kissed down my neck. I may have loosened my grip on her hips for just a second, letting her grind against me again.
âI donât think itâs talking you want to do, darlin.â I drawl out as she nips at my collar bone.
She lets out a little giggle as her hands venture up to my shirt, crinkling it to just below my armpits. âDid I tell you the first night I saw your chest, all I wanted to do was lick the lines?â She bobs her head down and I know exactly whatâs going to happen if I donât stop her.
The minute her hot, wet tongue hits my belly button, I clasped her shoulders, hauling her up. âAs much as I love hearing that, I still think we should discuss this in the morning.â She finally glares at me, her eyes half-lidded and moans like a child but that final blow seems to have worked. âItâs been over an hour and I still donât know who Shawn gives his roses to,â I explain, and her eyes widen as if sheâs just remembered sheâs missing that.
âFine.â She resumes her position lying on my chest and I put my arm back around her shoulders while she draws lazy circles on my pec again. That I can handle, her wet tongue skating across my chest? Nope. When Shawn narrows it down to his final ten, I say, âI canât believe heâs still got so many. I could get rid of at least another five right now.â I mutter, only to notice that Reign has fallen asleep on me. Thereâs a little puddle of drool right next to her lip and I wondered when she fell asleep. Sheâs been quiet for a while now.
Taking my time, I gently lift her off my chest and onto the pillow. She hardly stirs which is unsurprising and I pull her fuzzy blanket over her small frame. As I walked to the window, I noticed a little stack of post-it notes and decide to leave her another note. Before leaving, I filled a glass with water and put it next to the post-it note on her bedside table.
Just as I gripped the railing, her voice breaks the silence of the night, âAre you leaving?â I donât turn to look at her because I know if I do, Iâll go straight back and join her. The next time we do that, I want us to be officially dating, not just hooking up.
âBecause you need to rest, darlinâ.â I say over my shoulder, still staring at my room.
âIâd rest better if you were here.â Thereâs a hint of sadness in her voice which kills me.
âJust knock on the window if you need me.â Thereâs a momentary pause and I take the opportunity to glance over my shoulder. Sheâs already asleep. âGoodnight darlinâ I whisper as I climb out of her room, into my own. Taking one final look at her, I smile. The thought that she might be thinking about me as much as Iâm thinking about her makes me feel some kind of way. A way I havenât felt since high school.