Against the Rules (Even The Score #4)

53. king

CHAPTER 53

KING

BUNKING WITH ONE OF THE BOYS

Fifty-six minutes later, Willow was a fucking mess.

Those dark whiskey eyes were glossy, her braids undone, curls inching out in all directions like a dandelion. Her skin gleamed with sweat. Every breath was a shallow one.

It was so fucking hot.

Willow came five more times in fifty-six minutes and the last orgasm I had to talk her through, basically lying on top of her, rubbing her clit, while she trembled underneath me.

I wanted to cum together before I let her leave the bedroom. She finally sobbed into it, and I took my cock in my hand, finishing all over her, drunk on sex just as much as she was.

Fucking perfect.

"There we go," I murmured, gently pulling her off the bed.

She was too overstimulated. Every touch sent a shiver through her body, and she turned those dark whiskey eyes to me, so wide and perfect. Trusting and exhausted.

I ran the shower and grabbed one of her bonnets. "Can I touch your hair?"

She shot me a drowsy look of disbelief.

"You spend a lot of time on it," I said. "I’m being polite."

"King, you spit in my mouth."

"So? You spit in mine."

She ducked her head. "Oh my god. I’m saying you can touch my hair."

I took my time washing her body while she pressed against me and I was so happy, they could’ve used the fire powering through my veins to keep all the lights on in Texas.

I could control myself.

Could push past all the animalistic impulses. Could take my time and give Willow what she needed. Each passing minute proved that.

In between washing her, I kept hugging her, overwhelmed by the realization. I wasn’t like my dad at all. I couldn’t hurt her. It was the easiest decision in the world not to hurt her.

"You did so good." I pressed a quick kiss to the side of her neck. "I’m so proud of you. So pretty and perfect. Angel, every time you came, I was in heaven."

For a moment, Willow was quiet. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"I know that wasn’t—um—all the way, but I’ve never felt that comfortable with sex." Her words faltered while my fingers skimmed along the curve of her breasts, so happy I couldn’t stop touching her. Her whispers turned to pants. "I—thank you?—"

"I’m always going to take care of you," I promised, rolling one of her perfect nipples between my fingers.

The whimper that escaped her brought my excitement to a ten.

I kissed her temple. "Sore?"

All she could do was nod and my cock throbbed, like that was an invitation to make her body ache even more.

"Oh, baby, I’m sorry," I murmured. "I’ll lotion you up."

It wasn’t until we were out the door for breakfast that Willow stopped walking like a fawn, all hesitant steps, but still sensitive with those hazy eyes.

There were only a dozen teammates downstairs, everybody else running late, which was fine by me. It meant more alone time with Willow.

She tried to walk to the buffet, but I pushed her back to a table and stroked her neck when she finally sat down.

The touch lasted only a few seconds, but Willow’s eyes flashed in surprise.

That touch wasn’t like holding hands or a kiss on the cheek, it was a possessive gesture. Because Willow was mine. I made her cum seven times. She bucked against my hand. She cried out my name. My angel was mine .

Everything changed from the bedroom, she just didn’t know it yet.

At the buffet, I grabbed her everything she wanted, and stopped by the fruit when a new voice entered the room.

Coach Lawson .

Here it was. The conversation that needed to happen where I’d break it down to my coach. His stepdaughter meant the world to me. I’d shatter anyone’s kneecaps who tried to fuck with her, and I’d take care of her in every way possible. He’d have questions thanks to my past, but I’d prove myself.

I turned to see him, fuming and red.

"Willow—goddamn, kid—I’m so sorry." He walked to our table, a horde of his usual analysts and assistants behind him. "I took a car the moment I heard about the room problem. This is inexcusable. I never thought you’d end up bunking with one of the boys."

"It’s okay," Willow hurried to say, her usual musical voice hoarse. "Really, it’s fine?—"

"Ollie’s going to answer for this?—"

I took steps away from the breakfast room. "Sir, I was the one in the room mixup."

There were only a few of my teammates around us, but everyone glanced up and chairs squeaked against the floor. All attention was on Coach Lawson, who was rapidly going through different stages of red before settling on purple. I hadn’t seen him look that upset since Adam flooded Roman Villa.

His voice dropped. "King. What are you talking about?"

"We need to?—"

"King slept on the floor," Willow said, firm.

My eyes flickered to hers. I didn’t understand, we were telling him, that was the plan, but where Willow looked exhausted before, she straightened up in the chair, a determined curl to her lips.

"Slept on the floor?" Coach repeated.

"We had a simple room exchange that went wrong. King tried to get another room, they were sold out for the night," she explained, leaving no room for argument. "I told him he could sleep on the floor. He was very apologetic about it."

"Oh." Coach was so relieved I could hear it in every word. "Well, King’s a different story anyway."

Yeah, a different story. My coach didn’t have anything to worry about. Willow slept in the same room as King, number seventy-two, who would never eat out his stepdaughter until she screamed King, tears streaking down her face.

"Coach." I gave him a respectful nod, sliding Willow’s tray over.

"Well, thanks, kid." Coach Lawson cleared his throat. "Glad to know she was taken care of."

"Oh, she was taken care of, sir."

Willow’s gaze snapped to me.

"We’ll move you into a new room tonight, I’ll get Bennight—" He paused. "Damn. I forgot she’s just here for photos. I’ll get…one of her replacements, I guess, to find you a new room. But if something like this happens, you need to call me."

"Understood."

For the first time since I found out who Willow was, I didn’t feel guilty talking to my coach about her. Watching him walk away, I really searched for the guilt. But there was nothing there. I didn’t do anything wrong.

Willow was my angel. My girlfriend. I rubbed my cum on her because she was mine to mark and keep. I used her body because she begged me to keep going. I didn’t feel guilty about it.

I would never feel guilty about it again.

I waited until he rounded the corner before I turned back to Willow. "I don’t understand?—"

"King, come here." She motioned me to take a seat. "I made the mistake of telling my dad too much."

"He’s…not happy, right?"

"That’s putting it mildly." She grimaced. "I have a pretty good idea Lawson isn’t going to be any different. If we break up again, I don’t want Lawson to pull the ‘dad has the shotgun’ routine on you."

"We’re not going to break up again."

She shifted forward. "I need you to do something for me."

"Anything."

"I want Lawson— no —Dan—shit, I need to start calling him Dan—to be relaxed about this. I need time to mend things between him and I. I’m asking for time. Before I break it out to the dinner table."

I gazed at her. "You’d…get closer to him for me?"

"I need to do it anyway. Now I have…more of an incentive." She caught sight of the look on my face and her eyes softened. "Of course, I would."

I couldn’t stop staring at her. Willow would do that for me? The happiness I felt before was huge, but this was bottomless, and I struggled with a response that wasn’t bursting out a marriage proposal.

"Everyone’s coming over." She hesitated. "Are we telling them?"

I watched our friends make their way over. "Not Adam. We have a separate group chat with stuff he’s not supposed to know so he doesn’t blurt shit out."

"Piper tells Adam everything. And Kassie accidentally let Ryan know about Jade the Architect."

The two of us looked at each other and glanced back.

"We’re not telling them anything," I confirmed.

"As long as Dan doesn’t know."

"Willow?"

"Yes?"

"If you think you’re getting a break tonight, think again. That’s our room now. Enjoy your breather. This is the only time you won’t be covered in cum."

Her cheeks flushed.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Adam demanded, looping an arm over my shoulder. "No jersey?"

"I’ll grab it before we leave," I said.

Both Kassie and Piper were wearing jerseys too. And while Willow was talking with them about dinner plans, I couldn’t help noticing how she stood out. The only girlfriend on the lineup without her boyfriend’s jersey.

Nodding along while the guys talked about training, I texted Willow.

Me

I need to cum inside you

Willow choked on her water.

My angel

I’m going to be really honest

I don’t know if I’d survive O_O

I smirked.

Me

Theres three things to check off

Talk to a therapist

Take a night off shows

Get on birth control

My angel

I’m on my mom’s insurance :|

Me

Not using her insurance

My angel

?

Me

Im paying

My angel

We don’t know how expensive therapy would be

Me

Could not give less of a shit

Ryan crossed his arms over his chest. "Willow, did you sleep okay? You don’t look like it."

"I—um—I slept fine?—"

"I slept great." I leaned back. "Best sleep I’ve had in years. It’s a new routine I want to keep with. Going to be an everyday thing."

Adam frowned. "What is it?"

"Breathing exercises. I didn’t know I could hold my breath that long."

Willow flushed even more while June slipped into the last seat. "Did you see Elijah’s messages? He’s been blowing me up about the band?—"

"No, nope, I got them," she hurried to interrupt.

Elijah’s messages?

I set my sights back on her. The Gladiator band. I completely forgot about that damn bracelet. It wasn’t on her wrist.

Where did it go?

"Vans will be here in fifteen," Ryan announced.

Willow pushed up from her chair. "I’ll be right back, I forgot something in our—my room."

I watched her leave for a couple of seconds, debating.

Our relationship could be a secret, but that didn’t mean Willow wasn’t a football player’s girlfriend.