I grab her foot and pull it into my lap. “Let’s do a risk/reward test.”
“Let’s not.” But her foot doesn’t move.
I massage her foot beneath the sock, pressing hard against the ball and then digging into the arch. She releases a tiny moan and her head falls back in a dick-hardening sexy motion. Fuuuuck. If this is how I feel from just touching this girl’s hand and foot, what would it be like to be between her legs, to suck on her tits, to feel her pussy pulse around my dick? Light-headed and incredibly aroused, I almost fall off the chair.
I gotta focus here. If I’m ever going to get past the foot and hand, I need to convince her that the reward with me would be off-the-charts amazing.
Clearing my throat, I keep rubbing her foot. “Having your foot in my lap, that’s a risk right? But you’re enjoying the rubdown. That’s a risk worth the reward.”
“Keep rubbing and stop talking,” she orders. Her eyes are closed.
Okay, but I’m not touching some other guy’s sock, particularly the guy whose bed she’s sleeping in. I don’t know if I fully buy into her “just friends” explanation for Ace. He has her picture in his locker. She’s wearing his socks. For all that, he’s at the Gas Station dry humping a Kappa and Lucy’s home alone. I pull off the sock and toss it aside and stare at her toes.
“Your nail polish is blue.” Since when did I think toes were sexy?
She wriggles them. “Yes, on both feet. You’re very observant. Haven’t you ever seen a girl’s toes before?”
“I’m sure I have.” I just don’t remember them. I have this strange feeling I’ll remember hers, though.
I run a light caress over the anklebone, down the spine of the Achilles tendon, and around the edge of her instep.
Her breathing hitches, so quiet and so soft, I might have imagined it.
“What’re you doing?” Her words are a husky whisper and my body responds accordingly.
My balls tighten and my dick’s so hard I’m worried it’ll snap in half, but I can’t reach into my jeans to readjust or I’ll scare her away.
“We’re testing your risk assessment.” And driving myself crazy.
“You should stop.”
“I can’t.” I move my hand up her ankle to cup the slender calf. “Feel good? Worth the risk?”
“I’m not sure.”
That’s an invitation if I ever heard one.
Is it possible to come from just rubbing a girl’s leg? I might test out that theory. “And now?” My fingers find the tender hollow behind her knee. Her pulse beats rapidly against my palm. She’s as turned on as I am and I haven’t even gotten to the good parts.
“It feels riskier,” she croaks.
Yeah, because pretty soon my hand is going to be on your thigh and I don’t know how I’m going to stop there.
Her fingers are turning white as she grips the sides of her chair. Is she holding herself back? Or keeping herself there?
Fuck, I want to kiss her so bad. I want to kiss her lips but I’d settle for her toes or her knee or‑shit, if all she’ll allow is for me to touch the tips of her fingers, I’d be okay with that. I need a taste of her. I’m dying for a taste of her.
I love surprises. Im like a small child when it comes to surprises. I knew Jen Frederick had a sequel to Sacked in the works several months ago but like many adults I lost track of time and the dates snuck up on me. When I realized I was missing the blog tour I quickly panicked and started shooting off emails to everyone I could think of. Because under NO CIRCUMSTANCES did I want to miss one single solitary minute of the gridiron series. I knew I couldn’t wait until release day for Jockblocked. If it was 1/2 as good as Sacked … well, all I could say was pack the kids up and send them to my mother in law’s, im calling in sick to work.
Let me start off the real review with this.. I LOVE KNOX MASTERS. He is the main character from Sacked – the first book in this unbelievable series. If you havent read Sacked yet .. there is a giant hole missing in your life and you need to go one click it right now. GO ON. RIGHT NOW. I WILL WAIT. ……….
Anyway, back to Knox and this review. He is one of my top 4 all time favorite book boyfriends. I have loved him since first reading Sacked and since with all of the many re-reads I have given that book. I was looking forward to Matthew Iverson’s story in Jockblocked but honestly I never expected my love for Matty to even come close to what I felt for Knox.
There-in lies the wonderful surprise I was first telling you about. HOLY MOLY!! I LOVED MATTY TOO! From the first time he tosses the aspirin at Lucy I was hooked. Matty is patient, Matty is kind… and hell’s bells, he is HOT! But, unlike Knox – Matty brings his very own version of hot to the table and I liked that a lot. Some authors who write series books tend to write each of the male characters a certain way, only changing up their looks. Knox and Matty were daylight and dark. But Matty was just as loveable. He and Lucy had their own stumbles to work through but the one thing I loved the most about Matty.. he NEVER gave up. He was on her like glue, baby. That was his woman and he wasnt backing down. For anything or anybody. And God help the person who got in his way. 😉
There was a lot more to the story than just Matty and Lucy’s relationship, though. Lucy was on the mock trial team on campus so we got to see a lot of how she and her trial mates work through their issues within their own team, trying to figure out how to get through a rough patch of competition without killing each other (which is pretty hilarious, by the way). And, of course, Matty plays football with Lucy’s longtime childhood friend Ace. Ace becomes one of the principle players in this book – I wont say much about that though. You will have to read it and see for yourself. Then there’s Hammer. Dear God, there’s Hammer. If you don’t love Hammer, then you don’t have a heart and you probably hate kittens, too.
To be completely honest I loved this book with all the loves. If Knox Masters was a 10 on the book boyfriend scale, then Matty Iverson is a 9.9. Jen Frederick, you have a fan for life in me!
I give Jockblocked 5*****WickedGoodStars and will SUPER ENTHUSIASTICALLY recommend it to ALL of my fellow readers!