22 - Fallon
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FALLON
“Don’t worry, we’ll be back in two days. More like one day, really. If you don’t count sleep.”
Trey finished kissing me for the fourth or fifth time and reluctantly put me down. His boyish grin made me miss him already.
“It’ll feel like forever,” I complained.
“In math, we call that a repeated decimal,” Trey grinned. “Which reminds me, I get an exam back on Monday. I’m pretty sure I rocked it, so be prepared to pay out.”
He winked, and squeezed my ass so hard on the way out the door it actually hurt. I was still rubbing it when Dalton bounded down the stairs, a duffel bag dangling from each hand.
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” he asked again. He passed his bags to one of the rookies on the porch, who took them straight down the path and into the bus.
“Of course I’ll be alright,” I smiled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I dunno,” he shrugged. “Big house. Small girl. All alone.” He shook his head. “I don’t like it.”
“Like it or not, I can handle myself.”
“We can always send Andy over to check in on you,” he suggested. “See if you need anything.”
“Andy your lacrosse buddy?”
“Sure. His girlfriend’s down for the weekend. He’s already offered to check on the house for us. If I say the word, I’m sure you could tag along with them for dinner on Saturday.”
“Oh, I’m sure that’s exactly what Andy wants,” I smirked. “A third wheel dinner date, on the one weekend his girlfriend’s in town.”
Dalton grinned, the sexy blond stubble dancing along his jaw in the morning light. For a moment the sunlight caught in his hair, then reflected in his gorgeous blue eyes. I took a mental picture, freezing the moment in time.
“I don’t need help, and I don’t need to be checked in on,” I told him. “Just make sure you win, so we can celebrate when you get back.”
It’s strange, but with all the fun we’d been having it hadn’t even occurred to me that the guys would be leaving town for away games. In this case they were flying all the way to Ellensburg Washington, to play CWU.
That left me home alone, for two days. I planned on catching up on missed schoolwork, tying up some loose ends, and putting in extra hours at the animal hospital. If I had any time left over, Julie had already offered to come by and kill a few bottles of wine. It was perfect.
Dalton kissed me too, pulling me against him, heedless of how it might’ve looked to the teammates still loading his stuff into the bus. Then he was gone, and I was sighing wistfully in the doorway. At least, until the deep clearing of a throat caused me to turn around.
“It’s gonna be a long two days, wallflower. I might even miss you.”
Emerson’s trademark smirk was turned up a few notches. I poked at him playfully.
“Who are you kidding? You boys are gonna miss me before you even turn the corner.”
“We’ll see.”
His hands moved to slide down my hips, but I brushed them playfully away.
“Keep it up,” Emerson warned. “I’ll make sure you get punished when we get back.”
“Promises, promises.”
“Oh?” he challenged. “You don’t think we’ll deliver?”
“I think you boys talk a big game,” I shrugged. “All these threats about getting tied up, or spanked, or having sex in public,” I grinned evilly. “And so far, not a lot of follow through.”
Emerson paused. His green eyes flared dangerously, in a way I’d never seen before. “ Really?”
“Yeah, really. So when you talk about punishing someone, you can’t expect a girl to get excited if you’re not going to—”
He shushed me by pushing a finger against my lips.
“Say no more.”
The sudden seriousness in his voice sent my heart off to the races. My mind began spinning with a thousand open-ended possibilities, while simultaneously wondering if I’d just crossed some butterfly-inducing point of no return.
“I’ll talk to the others,” said Emerson. Slowly, he looked me up and down. “Maybe it’s time to kick things up a few levels.”
His words made me feel hot all over. I found it amazing, how fast they could make my body temperature rise.
“Better be ready, wallflower. Two days goes by like that.”
He snapped his fingers, as if snapping me out of a trance. And then he was kissing me hard, his hands roaming my body as freely and forcefully as if it fully belonged to him. Which, I realized distantly, it sort of did.
Eventually the sharp, double-beep of a bus horn ripped us back to reality. I was left standing on my toes, lips pursed, holding onto thin air.
“Think of me in the shower,” Emerson winked, before walking away. “Pretty sure that’s where I’m gonna miss you most.”