Chapter 11 #2
Pleasure jolted through me, all the way to my toes. “Fuck, be careful. You almost made me nut.” My grin waned, and I brushed my hand over the back of his hair. “Seriously, Wren, I’m uh…” Should I tell him? He had to know already.
“Oh, fuck.” As his brows creased and his breath hitched, he shoved his hand between us, grabbed our dicks and stroked fast and hard. “Coming, can’t stop.”
As his hot cum splashed on my stomach, I pulled his mouth to mine, swallowing his gasps.
Thrusting into his hand, the raw edge of climax surged over me, tensing my stomach and balls, spilling my cum into his hand in quick spurts.
I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut as wave after wave pulsed through me. As it slowed, I relaxed my limbs.
With a huff, he fell onto me in a heap. “I didn’t mean to do that, but it sure as hell was amazing.” He brushed his cheek against my pec. “Our bodies really like each other.” He giggled. “Fuck, I don’t know what I’m saying. I’ll shut up now.”
“I know what you mean.” I hugged him, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, and kissed his hair. My foggy brain returned to the scene at the elevator. “Hey, do you care if anyone on the team knows about us?”
“The team?” He skimmed a circle on my shoulder with his fingers.
“Yeah, like Nick. He caught me coming up here and didn’t buy my excuse of walking my nerves off in the halls. He knew what I was doing.” I set my gaze on the ceiling. Inevitably, more people on the team would find out.
“I don’t care who knows. We’re both out, right?” He lifted his head, his gaze finding mine. “There are no rules against cheerleaders dating football players.” He gave me a cheeky grin. “I asked Grace just to be sure.”
“Oh, good.” When had he asked? It didn’t matter, except that it meant he was serious about us. “Then I won’t hold back next time someone questions me.” With a grin, I brushed my knuckles down his cheek. God, I was falling hard and fast. Our history surely played a role.
He moved, and the skin of our chests stuck together. “I seem to be glued to you.” He smirked. “And you need your rest for the game tomorrow. I don’t want to be blamed for your not playing well.” He gave me a pointed look as he peeled off me and rose to sit on the edge of the bed.
Tilting my head on the pillow, I said, “Are you kicking me out of your room?” I lifted onto my elbows, my gaze catching the dried cum on my chest and stomach.
“I think I am.” With a quick kiss on my lips, he strolled toward the bathroom. “I’ll get you a wet washcloth.” He disappeared into the bathroom, and the sound of running water floated through the air.
I fell on my back. If only his roommate were male. Then, our roommates could switch for the night. I doubted Grace would want to room with Nick, however. My brow arched. Or maybe…
“Here.” He strolled toward me with a washcloth, his junk on full display, his lean muscles flexing, and then he handed it to me.
“Thanks.” I sat up and wiped off while he found his clothing and dressed. “Where did Grace go?”
“She’s in our team captain’s room. They’re doing beauty face masks.” He rolled his eyes. “I’d normally do it with them but…” He flipped his palm toward me and lifted his brows.
“Yes, you had to hook up with me.” I chuckled, handed him the washcloth and then dressed. “Any chance Grace has a thing for Nick Penny?” Didn’t hurt to ask.
He followed me to his door. “Nick Penny? Why?” He landed his hand on the doorknob.
“I entertained a crazy notion about them rooming together sometime, so we could spend the night on the road.” I leaned my ass against the wall. “I know Nick doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
“Eli, you’re devious. You’d set them up so we could have a night together in a strange city?” He chuckled. “I’m not sure the team manager would be happy about that.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” With a soft snort, I combed my fingers through my hair. “I guess we can spend the night at home, right? There’s nothing stopping us.” Would he want to though? Why not?
“You’re right.” Grabbing my t-shirt, he pulled me to him and planted a hard kiss on my mouth. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” With a deep inhale, I stepped into the hallway, looked both ways and headed to my room. Hopefully, it was late enough Nick would already be in bed.
With ninety-six seconds remaining in the first half, Baylor held possession near the three-yard line.
They’d used their running game against us, and if they scored now, we’d be heading into halftime down by ten.
Coach Simmons, our defensive coordinator, had called a blitz, and it was crucial I stopped their running back on this play if he came through my zone.
I took my position and watched the Baylor quarterback bark out calls. Their center snapped the ball, and the quarterback handed it off to their running back.
“Fuck.” I exploded toward the runner as he swiveled around our defensive tackles. It was up to me. Throwing my body in his way, I stretched my arms around his waist and twisted round and round until we dropped with me on top of him.
A whistle blew.
He was officially down, and the play was over. I hopped up and held my hand out to him. “You okay, man?” It had been a hard tackle.
“Yeah, I’m good.” The running back tossed the ball to the ref. “Damn it, we lost a yard.” With a scoff, he hung his head and ambled toward his quarterback.
Baylor called a timeout.
I puffed out my chest. Hell yeah, I’d stopped them.
“Great fucking tackle, Dawson.” Penny slapped my shoulder pad.
“Thanks.” My gaze swung to the cheerleaders and Wren, mid-routine.
Wren danced in the line, swinging his narrow hips and then backflipped across the sideline three times before falling on his ass.
“What the fuck?” I narrowed my eyes. Was he supposed to do that? I stepped toward him.
Wren rocked on the grass, clutching his ankle while Grace and the other cheerleaders swarmed around him.
“Oh, fuck no.” I rushed toward him and then my arm yanked backward.
“Dawson, hit the field. Time’s up.” With a tight grip on my arm, Penny said, “Is he the one you went to see last night?”
I darted my gaze from him to Wren and back again, my stomach churning. Wren must have fallen wrong on the fucking ankle he’d had problems with.
Our trainer sped to Wren and crouched beside him.
“Dawson, talk to me. We’ve still got time in this half. Are you with me?” He jerked my arm.
I stared at him. Fuck, I had to see if Wren was okay. But the game. I gaped. I had a job to do right now. Wren was in expert hands. We had the best trainers and medics. “I…I, uh, yeah.” I had to focus.
“Great.” Penny patted my helmet, and we jogged into position.
Baylor scored a touchdown with enough time left for a kickoff and punt return before the half ended.
At least their running back hadn’t gotten through my zone, but it still sucked.
I sat on the bench, my leg jiggling, while I watched the special teams catch the ball and take a knee.
My head was with Wren. How badly had he hurt his ankle?
Would he be out for the season? Damn it, I enjoyed having him here with me, distracting as it could be.
As the team stood to enter the tunnel, Casey stepped toward me. “Hey man, are you okay? Wasn’t that your new guy they took off the field?”
“It was.” I breathed through the stitch in my chest. He had it easier. His boyfriend didn’t play sports.
“I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “But you know Nunez will take care of him.”
“Yeah.” I jogged with the team through the tunnel and into the locker room, where guys removed their helmets and prepared for Coach Reid’s analysis and any new strategy he’d come up with.
I glanced down the hallway toward the medical room. Fuck this shit. Holding my helmet by the facemask, I raced through the hallway.
Nunez, one of our new trainers, stood next to a padded treatment table where Wren was lying.
“Wren? How bad is it?” I jogged to his side and snatched his hand.
“Dawson, you shouldn’t be in here.” Nunez threw me a quick glare. “Coach Reid will have your hide if you don’t get back to the locker room.”
I focused on Wren, his face tensing as Nunez worked his ankle in a circle. “Hey, how bad is it?”
“Eli?” He gave me a thin-lipped grin. “I don’t know yet. I fell on it wrong and twisted it.” He winced. “This damn ankle gives me problems all the time.”
“It’s not too bad. I’ll get you a compression bandage and some ice. You’ll be out for the rest of this game, and we’ll see how you’re doing next week. Maybe no tumbling for a few games?” Nunez grabbed an ice pack from the bag on the counter.
“Dawson, get your ass in the locker room before Coach loses his shit.” Penny halted inside the medical room, his glare focused on me.
“Eli, go. I’m fine. I’ve dealt with this before. It’s no big deal.” He squeezed my hand and released it.
“You sure?” I peeked at Nunez. “Can he walk?” If not, I might carry him out of here.
“Yeah, as long as he’s careful and doesn’t twist it.” Nunez placed the ice pack on Wren’s ankle.
“Go, Eli. Please, I don’t want you to get in trouble.” Wren creased his brows.
With a quick peek at Penny, I grabbed Wren’s nape and planted a hard kiss on his lips. “When this game is over, you’re letting me help you to the buses and shit. Okay?” I gazed deeply into his eyes, driving my point home.
“Yes, okay.” With a choked laugh, he pointed toward the hallway. “Now, go.”
“Yes, get your ass over here.” Penny clutched my arm. “Don’t make me drag you.”
“Fine.” As my chest relaxed, I strode with Penny from the room. Wren was in excellent hands, and there was nothing I could do for him right now. After the game would be a different story.
As we entered the locker room, Coach Reid planted his hands on his hips. “Dawson, nice of you to join us.”
I hung my head, swinging my helmet in front of me. “Sorry, Coach. Won’t happen again.”