The Player: Dark Enemies to Lovers Sports Romance

Chapter 25

“Lennox is on the phone with one of his friends. It’s about some math questions. He said he might be a while,” Aaron says as he comes back into the kitchen, causing me to smile.

Looking up at Aaron, I nod. “Sounds about right. He’s so smart, Aaron. The teachers asked me if they could give out his number, and of course, it makes him feel special when people call him for help.”

“That’s a good thing, Ju-Ju.” He comes over and pulls me to him. I shake my head no.

“Aaron.” I try to sound stern, but it comes out in a whimper as I try to pull away from him.

“If you want me to rip your clothes off and fuck you like a dog on the floor, keep resisting.”

I moan and try to push him away. There’s no way I want him to know how I feel, yet by pushing him and resisting the way he makes me feel is obviously telling him everything he needs to know.

“Why, you horny little tease!”

“We can’t do this. First…” He moves his hand around my neck and I groan. God, I want him. I need his dominant hands to guide me. Mold me. “Y-you haven’t changed since high school. And I’m your doctor. I could lose my license.”

“Bullshit. We’ve already been together. Your argument is not valid at this point.” My tongue darts out and licks my lips as he squeezes my throat. Pulsing, my pussy leaks with a greedy need for Aaron. “It’s too late to be saying we can’t do this now.”

Looking at him, I plead for him to be good. To not make me want him. He doesn’t stop. Those fingers trace along the seam of my pants. God, the feelings are going nuts within me.

“Sugar Plum, if you can tell me you don’t want me or this, whatever this is growing between us, then I will let you go and never speak of it again.”

His fingers delve into my pants and he touches my clit. I tremble, gasp, and close my eyes. It feels so good to be touched by another person. By the man I’ve dreamt about for an eternity, it seems. “I…I…I can’t. I can’t tell you a lie.”

“That’s my Sugar Plum. I owe you an apology, and we need to talk about things. Can we do that, Ju-Ju?”

He’s not demanding me, and I am shocked. The want to be told to do what he commands shocks me, but I can’t help but appreciate him giving me time. To show me he wants to hear what I have to say. But that’s not what I want right now. No. I need to feel the explosion of pleasure before I go insane.

“Orgasm,” I mumble as he holds me, putting more pressure on my sensitive body. “Ye… you… I… Orgasm, please.” Words fail me as I try to piece together something. Anything to say to him that would be coherent.

He chuckles as he kisses me, cutting off my babbling. I’m glad he does because it’s embarrassing that I’m so needy.

“That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers. Let me hear you moan for me.”

“Aaron,” I whimper as he pushes two fingers into my wetness.

Friction. I need more. Why won’t he give it to me? Whining, I move against him, trying to get ahold of the mountain that is building inside of me.

“More. Oh, please, more.”

Aaron has me eating out of his hand. I should be stronger, but I’m not. The need to orgasm for him and to hear him out eggs me on too much. He makes me feel things I thought were hidden away once I left high school. I’ve been fooling myself.

As I beg him for more, the feelings rush through me. He’s so good at hitting the perfect spot inside me, driving me wild. “Oh, Aaron, don’t stop,” I beg. Trembling as he pushes a third finger into me, I go off. My entire body fires through an orgasm so consuming I melt into him.

He holds me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. As I come down from the high of the orgasm he forced out of me, Aaron kisses my neck. A soft suckling of my skin that seems to make another tidal wave of pleasure rush through me accompanies each little kiss. “Thank you,” I moan out.

Chuckling, Aaron pulls his fingers out and puts them on my lips. “Taste yourself, Sugar Plum. Look at all this nectar that you produced for me.” Blushing, I lick his fingers and suck them into my mouth. He pumps his hips toward me, and then he’s gone.

Whimpering, I look after Aaron as he grabs the food off the stove. Why…why is he leaving me now? I don’t want to talk. I want more pleasure. It takes him a moment to set the food down on the table and to come back. He helps me off the counter, and we go into the dining room. He pushes a wayward strand of hair out of my face. “Sit down, Sugar Plum, let’s eat.”

Before I can demand we go to the bedroom, Lennox comes back into the kitchen. Turning around, I don’t argue. There’s no point. My entire being is languid and docile. I can make demands later. “Alright.” I sigh and sit down, happy to not be standing. Simply because I don’t think my legs are capable of staying upright at the moment.

Every orgasm with him gets stronger and crazier.

* * *

Two platesof spaghetti and one piece of cake later, and I’m stuffed. We didn’t discuss the big issues while we ate. Instead, we ate in silence or made small talk. Both of us seem to skate around the topic of being together or what we just did. Instead, we focus on Lennox.

“Bedtime, kiddo.”

He’s looking at Aaron with worship in his eyes and it kills me at the same time with love. Lennox needs his dad, but I don’t know if I can trust Aaron to be there for him. Or to want to be out in public with us. He never wanted to be seen with me before.

“Okay, Mom.” Lennox gets up and hugs us both. “Can I read before sleeping?”

“You sure can.” I remember asking my mom when I was his age to stay up to read. Lennox is a bit more disciplined than I am. I could never put my book down.

Once we have him in bed and we both have said goodnight, Aaron takes me downstairs so we can talk freely without little ears hearing us.

Aaron clears his throat. “I’m not a good guy. It’s not an excuse for how I’ve treated you. I know this.”

Well, he rips the Band-Aid off, and I almost choke on my sip of water. “It’s not that you are bad. It’s that you are self-absorbed, like most athletes and famous people.”

He’s nodding his head, looking like the cat who caught the canary. “Yes. And while I know I need to change and get better, it’s going to take some time.”

I stay quiet because I’m not sure what to say to this. What is he asking of me? Or trying to say?

“Julie…” For the first time tonight, Aaron looks away from me. I don’t like it. When his eyes aren’t on me, I feel like I’m lost. The obsessive crush is twittering inside of me, and that’s probably not a good thing. Considering he is the one who took my virginity all those years ago. Left me alone to raise a baby, which he knew nothing about because he was off playing football.

“Don’t be nervous. Whatever you have to say, I’ll listen.” Smiling at him, I run my hand along his arm until I reach his fingers. I curl our digits together. “I’m listening.”

“I lost you years ago because of my ego and vanity.” His voice comes out broken and hoarse. I tremble as he strokes my wrist with his thumb. The slightest touch from him drives me wild.

“Go on.” My encouragement comes out airy and breathless. I should be angry at him. Tell him to go to hell, instead I am begging for him to make it right. To make us whole.

“My want and need for you back then was at a peak. When I destroyed our friendship, I hated myself. Through the years, I kept tabs on you, trying to be a part of your life. Even if from afar.”

His words batter my heart, and I feel the hot tears running down my cheeks.

“But…but what about the ball?” My voice is weak. Timid in worry that I’m assuming he even remembers that night. It was the most wonderful night of my life and to think he might not even remember it will crush me.

“It was me that night. You already know it.” He moves his hand in calming strokes, but I’m far from calm. I feel as if my entire body is on fire. The want and need to be closer to him is clouding my judgment. “I’m not any better than when I was eighteen. Those reporters don’t deserve to be near you. The problem isn’t vanity anymore. It’s jealousy and possessiveness. The idea of anyone else seeing your beauty drives me batshit crazy.”

“What?” Surely, I am misunderstanding him. “Aaron, I’m not a beauty queen. No one is going to be looking at me. Those reporters were there for you and your brother.”

He squeezes my hand. “Doesn’t matter, love. My days of being in the major limelight are over.”

Laughing, I touch his cheek. “Did you forget you are in Texas? Friday night high school football is all anyone lives for in this small town.”

He gives me a smirk and rolls his eyes. “How could I ever forget?”

“I don’t think you can. However, I want you to know you can still be in the limelight, A-bear. You can get better.” I fear my words are going to upset him again.

Instead, he gives me a cheeky grin I know so well and that infamous wink of his. I almost moan at how much that turns me on. “No, they are over. Not because of my knee. Because I’m choosing to stay here, teach, and coach the next generation of sports legends.”

My respect for him grows tenfold as the words leave his mouth. Maybe he has grown up since the last time he was here. Aaron pulls me into his lap, and I straddle his thighs. “I’m too…”

He pops my right hip and growls. “I better not hear that you are too fat to be in my lap from those decadent lips.”

I laugh and bite my lip. “Or what?”

Aaron pulls my lip out from between my teeth and kisses me. “I guess a true spanking is in order.”

“No!” I whine, wrapping my arms around him. Looking into his baby blue eyes, my walls come crumbling down. I should make him grovel. To beg me to forgive. I will. Just not right now. No, I want to try something.

Kissing his cheek, I make my way down his jawline. “If you continue to do physical therapy and promise to go to a psychologist to help with the mental aspect, I will think about forgiving you.”

He tenses under me, and I know I’m asking for a miracle. This is a challenge though, and if Aaron still has that competitive streak in him, he won’t back down. If he truly wants to get better, he has to do the work. The only way to do that is to not give up.

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“What? I would…” Aaron pushes his hips into me, and I lose my train of thought. His lips trail along the pounding heart rate in my neck. As he sucks on my ear, I whimper and squirm on him.

“Will you be my physical therapist?”

My mouth pops open. “Are you agreeing to get the help you need, A-bear?” I run my hands through his hair and force him to look at me.

“Yes, Sugar Plum,” he murmurs. My heart bursts with joy, and the last piece of my walls deteriorates.

“I’m proud of you, Aaron.”