Chapter 14 #2
“Nope, my mom.” I gave her my best smile, but my heart wasn’t in it. “Are you home for the night?”
“Yep.” Blowing a breath, she dropped her backpack on the dinette. “And have a shit ton of homework to get through.”
Later that evening, I reread the same sentence for the hundredth time in my textbook while sitting on my bed.
When would I hear from Mom? I could hardly concentrate since our phone call, and if I’d hung around Grace in the main room, I’d surely have told her what was going on. I couldn’t help myself.
My phone rang next to me on the bed, and I startled. “Oh, fuck.” It was Mom. Holding a hand over my pounding heart, I answered it and set the phone on speaker. “Mom?” Today I’d spoken to her more in one day than I had since high school.
“Hi, Wren. I have some, uh, interesting news.” Her voice was gruff. “Your father still owns the house in California—well, the trust does, so it’s safe.”
“Okay.” Something was off. I could hear it in her voice. I gripped my textbook tightly. “What else?”
“I called your Aunt Nadine today, and she told me she gave your father money from the trust for the Scottsdale home, but he talked her into letting him put the deed in both their names, since Karen’s family sold the home to them at a price lower than the appraised value and she’s pregnant with his child. ”
I nodded as if she could see me. I didn’t want to say a word until she finished.
“They originally entered the deed as tenancy in common, which Nadine agreed to, so they basically owned it equally. But they changed it a few weeks after to joint tenancy with survivorship.”
A jolt of electricity rushed through my body. I held my hand over my mouth. Fuck, I’d been right. “So it means if something happens to Dad, Karen would rightfully own the house, even though the trust’s funds purchased it.”
“And your father has basically given money to her family. He purchased the house from them, remember?” She scoffed. “They built the house ten years ago, when prices were much lower, and so they still made a nice profit off your father.”
I blinked. No wonder he hadn’t wanted me to ask about this. “Do you think they have any plans to buy more property together?”
“I don’t know, but if they do, your Aunt Nadine will block them. I told her what I found out, and she is livid.”
“Damn. Looks like we’ve stopped Karen in her tracks.” I chuckled. I felt like a detective. “Why do you think Dad is allowing this?”
“I don’t know, Wren.” She freed a long sigh. “I wonder how much he’s drinking?”
“He didn’t seem drunk when I had dinner with him. I mean, he had a few, but nothing out of the ordinary.” And when would I see him again? Would he be mad at me for telling on him? I tightened my lips. “Will Aunt Nadine tell him I ratted him out?”
“No, she won’t say anything unless he comes to her with another property to buy,” Mom said. “And who knows? Maybe this was an isolated incident and we’re making more out of it than there is.”
“I don’t trust Karen, Mom.” I couldn’t put into words why. It was just a feeling I had about her. “And here, she’ll be the mother of my baby brother.” My gut tensed. This implied I might have to deal with her the rest of my life, even if she divorced Dad.
“Let’s not worry about that right now.” Mom tutted. “Anyway, I need to get going. It’s getting late.”
“Sure. I’ll talk to you soon, okay? And let me know if you hear anything else from Aunt Nadine.” I climbed off my bed and paced my room. I wasn’t close to her either. It seemed I’d been distant from all of Dad’s family. I barely knew her or my cousins.
“Bye, Wren. Have a good night. Love you.”
“Love you too. Bye.” I ended the call and peered at the clock on my screen. It was too late to phone Eli. We both had practice in the morning, and he had a full day of football preparations for the next game. Maybe we’d get together after the team dinner.
The next day, we trained concurrently with the football team. We practiced on the field while they were in the dome. Now that it was almost October, it was cooler in the mornings. Almost pleasant.
During our practice, I’d had my ankle taped and worked on dance routines.
It didn’t bother me too much, but tumbling was still out of the question.
As practice ended, I headed toward the tunnel with Grace.
Our coach had us using the visitor locker room since the players were here, being bussed to and from the dome.
“So, how are things with Eli?” Grace threw a towel over her shoulder and strolled next to me.
“Great.” Shit, I had yet to tell her the news. We’d both been too busy. “We’re, uh, boyfriends now.”
“Officially?” Squealing, she grabbed my hand and shook it. “I’m so happy for you.” She halted. “Wait, so this means you forgive him, right?”
“Well…” I tilted my head. Had I? Pretty much. “Almost. There’s still a little something nagging at me, but I’m sure it’ll fade.”
She backhanded my shoulder. “Damn it, Wren. Get over it already.” With a huff, she strode inside the tunnel.
As I followed her, a door opened, and someone tugged my arm to the side. “What the—”
“Shhh…” Eli poked his head out, his hair wet and dripping down his face. “Come here.”
Grace twisted around, eyed us and with a smile, waved.
“What are you doing, Eli?” I ran my gaze over him, his wide, bare chest and down to his athletic shorts and finally, his shower sandals. He’d run over from the shower. But why?
“Come on.” He hauled me through the hallway and into his team’s locker room. “Remember that time in high school when we—”
“Gave each other blowjobs in the locker room?” The sneaky bastard.
My dick jerked in my shorts. “But I need to shower, and all my stuff is in the other locker room.” I scanned the empty lockers, all the gear stowed.
The place was pristine, with its rich dark wood and Devil fork emblems on the cabinet surfaces.
Their practice must have ended before ours.
“No, it isn’t.” He wagged his brows at me, pulled me to his stall and then pointed at my duffel, resting on the bench seat. “Care to do something a little daring?”
Had Grace contributed to this? She hadn’t seemed surprised. “What do you have in mind?” I planted a hand on my hip.
“Well…” As his eyes darkened, he snatched my hand and led me to a shower stall around the corner from the lockers. “Go on, get in.”
Shit, should we be doing this? We weren’t in high school anymore. “Eli…” I scratched my temple.
“Wren…” he croaked and lifted my shirt by the hem.
“If you don’t get in that shower, I’ll suck your dick anyway.
I don’t care if you’re sweaty.” He swiped his lips with his tongue.
“In fact, I might like it more.” He dropped to the floor on his knees and slipped my shorts and underwear to my ankles.
“I mean it, Wren.” He flicked his tongue at my swelling crown.
“Damn it, Eli.” As my half-hard cock tingled and lengthened, I groaned. There was no stopping him now. I twisted the shower handle behind me and shucked my shirt off. “What’s gotten into you?” After kicking off my shorts, I stepped under the warm spray.
“Just trying to recreate the thrill of high school.” His warm chest pressed into my back, and his rock-hard cock pushed against my ass. He encircled me from behind and brushed his hands across my nipples.
Pleasure raced across my skin. “But if I remember right, you blew me against your locker.” I moved, and the water hit my chest.
“I did. I still can.” As he nibbled my shoulder, he squirted soap into his hand and rubbed it across my chest, then down to my groin, tugging my aching cock.
“Oh, fuck, Eli.” I rocked into his slick hand. Okay, now I was on board. I just hadn’t expected this and needed a moment. A shiver played up my spine, and my cock pulsed in his palm.
“Yeah, babe, that’s right. Get into it,” he said in a deep, ragged voice. He nuzzled behind my ear and slipped his dick into my crack. “Fuck, I’ve been thinking about this all morning.”
“Yeah? So you planned this.” I whimpered as tension coiled in my gut.
As he stroked my cock with one hand, he skimmed the other up my chest and kneaded a nipple between his fingers.
“You've got it.” He turned me around. “Having you on Wednesday night — I don’t know, it sparked something in me.” Leaning in and bending his knees, he claimed me in a heated kiss, his tongue darting between my lips, his solid cock rubbing against mine.
Pressing my mouth against his, I moaned and glided my tongue across his. This was heaven—the best shower yet. Breaking the kisses, I nipped at his collarbone and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him impossibly close, increasing the pressure and friction on our cocks.
“Oh, fuck.” After shoving me against the shower wall, he fell to his knees and sucked my dick into his mouth, wrapping his hand around the base.
“Fuck,” I gritted out as hot slickness enveloped my cock. Threading my fingers through his hair, I pulled, holding him in place, and thrust into his mouth.
He sucked me all the way in and swallowed, flicking his tongue along my shaft.
My balls tingled and drew up. I would explode any minute. “Eli, fuck, I’m close.” He was practiced in taking me from zero to a thousand in a few seconds.
Popping off me, he peeked at me and said, “Yeah?” Rolling my balls, he dove back in, pumping his mouth over my cock with vengeance.
“Oh God, oh fuck, oh God.” A wave of pleasure surged over me, sparking through my body. My cock pulsed and unloaded inside his sucking mouth, and he lapped it all down. With each wave, I shuddered and gasped.
As it slowed, he left me and stood, fisting his thick cock with quick strokes.
“Fuck, gonna come.” Slapping his hand against the wall next to my ear, he hovered over me, his head hanging and face tensing.
Hot cum painted my abs in quick bursts. Deep groans ripped from his throat and filled the small space.
As he calmed, he leaned his head on my shoulder.
“Holy hell, Wren. I don’t know what came over me.
I couldn’t wait and I…” He slipped his hand across my chest, spreading his cum.
“I wanted to mark you…” He skimmed his slick hand down my abs and stroked my flaccid cock. “I’d repeat it right now if we could.”
“Well, I enjoyed it.” Grabbing his chin, I pressed a lingering kiss on his lips. “Did Grace help you?” A smirk tugged at my lips.
“Maybe. I’m not telling you all my secrets.” He offered a lop-sided grin. “I’m just trying to keep you on your toes.”
“It definitely did that.” I sighed and dipped my gaze to the floor, the rivulets of water spiraling down the drain. “I do have a class this afternoon.” My gaze met his as he straightened. “So I’ll need to shower and get dressed.”
“Okay, but you’re telling me what you found out from your mom. Grace…heard things last night through your door.”
I stared at him. “She did? Why didn’t she say anything?” Tightness flickered through my chest.
“She wanted you to be sure you’d talk to me.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “She has your back, Wren. We both do.”
“Yeah, I know. Now get out of here and let me shower. You’re too distracting.” With a sharp laugh, I faced the water, letting it wash the cum from my front.
“What’s the matter? You want to go again?” He slapped my ass with a loud crack and bit my shoulder. “I could, you know.”
“Ow, stop that.” I giggled. I’d almost forgotten how much fun Eli could be.