Harley & Rose by Carmen Jenner

Author:Carmen Jenner [Jenner, Carmen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Carmen Jenner
Published: 2016-10-17T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Rose

Age eighteen

I step through the doors and spot him, standing in his football jersey with his hair tied back, flowers in one hand, a Wendy Darling sign in the other, and a big, stupid grin on his face. I smile like a woman possessed and walk toward him, but there’s a group of people taking dolly steps in front of me as they figure out where to go, and when my harried steps on their heels don’t get them moving fast enough, I push past with a half mumbled apology and shriek as I leap into the air. Harley has no choice but to catch me, dropping the things in his hands in order to grab my ass. I pepper his face and neck with kisses and then when I reach his lips, he groans as I drive my tongue into his mouth. His lips are finally, finally on mine.

We garner a lot of really awkward looks from people, and a few even clap at the scene we’re making in the Baton Rouge Metropolitan Airport. I slide down his big body, my feet barely touching the floor because I feel as if I’m still soaring above the clouds.

I smile up at him. “Hey Tiger. Nice jersey.”

“Hey.” He leans down and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. “You’re here.”

“I’m here,” I agree. He gathers me up in another embrace so tightly I can barely breathe, but I don’t care because I’ve missed his arms around me like this. I’ve missed that spicy scent of his aftershave and green grass that always accompanies him off the field no matter how many showers he takes after practice. His hair is damp, and I’m betting he’s just come from the field. I press my nose to his jersey, breathing him in. “Purple’s really your color.”

“Don’t be hating on the jersey,” he says, hooking his arm around my shoulder. “Come on, let’s go get your bags.”

I smile over at him. And heft the small duffle bag at his chest. “Actually, this is all I brought with me.” He frowns, clearly not comprehending. “I wasn’t sure I’d be wearing clothes for much of the time that I’m here.”

He hefts the bag onto his shoulder and pulls me in close to whisper in my ear as we walk, “If it wouldn’t get us arrested, I’d push you up against that wall over there and fuck you right here in front of everyone.”

My cheeks flush, and my vagina does cartwheels in the very expensive panties I put on this morning just for our reunion. I keep up with his great, loping stride as best I can and then we exit the airport, jump into his truck and speed down Route 110.

It takes just fourteen minutes to get from the airport to the LSU campus, but I swear to god, Harley runs every red light between here and there and gets us home in eight.

We park in front of a huge red-brick frat house with a well-lit, immaculate lawn.

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