27. Hayden
It”s beentwo days since we left for this road trip and the team plane just touched down in Portland. We have one more game tomorrow night against the Pioneers, but all I”ve been able to focus on is Cassidy”s taunt. Her defiance. Her dare.
Do your worst.
Oh, I plan to.
My fingers curl around my phone as I make plans. So many plans. I ignore the guys bullshitting around me as we change back into our suits and get ready to step off the plane and check into our hotel.
Once I’m in my room, I fall back onto the bed, scrolling through Cassidy”s OnlyFans getting more and more pissed off at the comments on her latest video, the one she no doubt wanted to use as payback for what I did to her. I might deserve it, but I don”t give a shit. I don”t want anyone getting the wrong idea, namely that she”s available. Fantasy or not, she”s taken. Locked down, soon to be in every way possible.
That”s what tonight”s about. She threw down the gauntlet and I”m picking it the fuck up.
Banging starts on my door and I know if I ignore it, it”ll only get worse, so I get up and yank it open. St. Claire, Mattson, and Monty stand on the other side. ”You coming out with us?” War asks, leaning around me like he”s trying to see if I”ve managed to find someone to fuck between the plane and now.
”No,” I say, slamming the door in their faces.
I can hear Monty”s deep, rumbling laugh on the other side as War yells through it, causing a damn scene. ”Come on! We”re in Portland! There”s a strip club with some of the best fucking tits in the country. All natural, bro.”
”Go without me.”
”Your loss,” Mattson chimes in before someone slams their fist against the door one more time and they leave. I briefly consider texting my brother to taunt him about Mattson going out to hook up, but he’s doing me a solid later so I don’t.
My focus turns to Cassidy and what I have planned for tonight. But first, I have to get home and show her what happens when she doesn”t listen. When she runs from me.
The flight”s short—only forty-five minutes and I”m standing on the tarmac and ducking into my brother”s brand new R8.
It”s close to midnight, and the private plane I chartered is already being prepped to take me back to Portland to meet up with the team when I”m done.
Sawyer grins at me as he waits at a light, the red hue making him look demonic. ”I”ve gotta say this is psychotic, even for you.”
”What can I say? She brings it out in me,” I say, my fingers drumming against my thigh.
He gives me a look after he merges onto the freeway. ”And you”re sure you want this with her... like, long term?”
”Never been more sure of anything.”
He shakes his head and pulls onto the freeway, heading toward Cassidy”s apartment building. ”You”re lucky you”ve got me.”
”Don”t I fucking know it.”
He laughs and turns up the radio, knowing I”m done with this conversation. I”m too wound up, going over and over the plan in my head.
”Pull in there,” I tell him when we”re close to a convenience store. ”I need to grab something.”
Sawyer smirks and flips open the center console, not bothering to pull into the parking lot. He just drives right on fucking by.
”Hey—”
”Look in the bag.”
I open it and see the burner phone he must”ve bought me when I told him I was flying in tonight. ”How did you know—”
He shrugs, flipping on the blinker. ”Call it that twin vibe we get.”
I don”t bother reminding him we”re not twins because he”s right. Sometimes it”s like I can read his mind and he can read mine.
”Thanks.” He”s even charged it for me.
”I’m just here to watch the show. You want to pay me back for that?” He tips his head at the burner I slip into my pocket. “Make sure you stock the kitchen with popcorn for when this shit blows up on you.”
I flip him off, knowing he doesn”t really get why I”m so fucked up for her, but also that he doesn”t care as long as I’m happy. ”Wait for me?”
He nods, pulling up alongside her apartment complex. ”I”ll be here.”
I make sure I have the key to Cassidy”s place, and hop out of his Audi.
The music turns up as I close the door and head inside the building, taking the stairs two at a time until I”m outside her door. It takes me less than ten seconds to unlock it and slip inside.
She”s sleeping soundly in her bed, her face peaceful and relaxed. My chest tightens because I miss her so fucking much when I”m on the road and I both love and hate how she fucks with me when I”m gone and she thinks she”s untouchable.
I pull the phone out of my pocket and snap some pictures of her sleeping as I stand over her. I planned to leave it at that, but then she rolls over and breathes my name on a sigh.
Fuck.
It’s like she knows I’m here, and every cell in my body is demanding I crawl into this bed with her right now. But if I want this plan to work, I have to hold back. I grit my teeth.
My dick”s hard between one breath and the next, and before I can overthink it, I rip the button of my pants open and stroke myself while staring down at her. The way one of her tits is hanging out of her tank top and her panties dip into her pussy so I can just make out the outline. She”s so fucking beautiful and I want to slide inside of her until my dick explodes, but that”s not what tonight”s about.
I come all over her face, making sure it lands in her hair and on her cheeks, knowing she”ll notice when she wakes up. And that”s the point.
Showing her she needs me.
Then I snap a couple more pictures of her covered in my cum, shove my cock back into my boxers and zip up before I leave as silently as I came.
It”s only minutes later I”m climbing back into my brother”s car. He starts the engine and grins over at me. ”Get what you needed?”
”Yep.”
He laughs and pulls away from the curb, heading back toward the airport. ”If I ever get this psycho over someone, you”re gonna be my enabler, right?”
”If you get this psycho? You”ve got the Vaughn genes, bro. There”s no if about it.”
He shrugs and flips on his blinker, turning onto the freeway entrance ramp. ”Guess we”ll see.”
We drive in silence for a while and then he says, ”You know she”s going to hate you for what you did tonight, right?”
”If she finds out it was me, yep.”
”And you don”t care?”
”Fuck, no. She can hate me all she wants. Makes the sex better when she fights.”
He shakes his head and jerks the steering wheel to the right, changing lanes. ”You”re one twisted fucker.”
I laugh and lean my head back against the headrest.
I”ll play so very fucking dirty to trap her. She won”t understand what”s happened until it”s too late.
Starting with this little stunt of mine.