23. Parker
PARKER
All night, I think of nothing but Sable’s cunt even though it’s not currently visible on the cameras I keep hidden in her room.
Everything I’ve ever wanted lies in front of me, but I can’t have it just yet.
My game day rituals cannot be deviated from, and I never fuck the night before a game.
I’m the quarterback and captain for the Bellthorn football team, and once I win this game, I can appreciate the hard work it took to make this all possible.
Every angle of her sleeping face surrounds me on the monitors as I rub my dick, imagining her rudely penetrated.
What other ways can I force her to her physical limits?
What else would make those overstimulated tears run down her cheeks?
She was so pretty in the weight room, so wrecked as she sucked me off and drained my balls drier than they’ve ever been.
I barely sleep, desperate for more time with her.
I’m desperate to leave my bed and climb into hers, if not for sex, then to feel her in my arms and smell her as I drift off.
By the time I realize I should have just risked the bad karma for the game, it’s too late.
Today is the homecoming game against Crownwell College, and I’ve barely fucking slept.
They’re our rivals, and things with them tend to get nasty.
Lex still won’t stop bitching about the corpse I left in their bleachers at the end of last term, but our locker room still vaguely stinks from them stuffing roadkill into an unused locker. I needed to return the favor.
This game is a big fucking deal. A line of people is counting on me to win, including millions of dollars in bets that I will take us to victory.
My gambling addict father won’t be too happy with me if I fuck this up.
I swallow hard as I think about the last time I lost and how he punched me in the face.
I’m big enough to fight back, but when I lose?
I don’t even feel like I deserve to. I failed, didn’t I?
And I might fail again, all because I spent last night rolling around with my own cock. Sable is proving much more of a distraction than I thought she would be, and I worry about how much further I have to sink. No matter what happens, she can’t find out just how badly I need her. None of them can.
When my alarm goes off for my morning run, I'm already awake and salivating. I’m worked up, excited, and vibrating for a chance to spend more goddamn time with her.
I didn’t initially plan to take Sable with me, intending to let her sleep, but after last night, I don’t have another ounce of patience in me.
There’s already limited time with her, and I’ve waited much too long for this.
I shower, washing her spit off my dick with a promise to myself to replace it with her juices later.
I’m dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, all Bellthorn official merch.
Using the adjoining door, I walk straight into her space.
I can lock her out of mine, but she can’t return the favor.
She sleeps so peacefully. Everything about her is tempting and delicious.
I want her even worse now than I did last night, despite how many orgasms I rubbed out of myself.
I briefly consider taking her now, before I tap the panel controlling the lights.
There’s too much happening today to have immediate gratification.
Light bathes her, and her scrunched nose and blond eyebrows give me butterflies.
Sable shoots up, hands flying to her heart and inadvertently, the exposed tops of her breasts.
“What the fuck?” she curses, blinking and barely able to open her eyes.
She rubs her eyes next, and I’m overwhelmed with an urge to kiss her.
She rubs the sleep out of her eyes and then glares at the door, but finds me instead.
I smile, letting the full mask slip for a moment.
I want her to see what I really am. I’m by far the most well-liked of the founding families, popular, and the cornerstone of all the major sports teams. I’m easy, stupid, and miserably phony. They’re all counting on me.
“Parker,” she says, and this unique tension hangs between us.
She fears me more than the others, and maybe it’s because she got a taste of how close I can get.
If only she knew the whole truth, she wouldn’t be so calm.
My name on her lips is nearly as delicious as those lips wrapped around my cock, and I want to make her say it again.
Sable has a power over me that is unique to her.
No one matters but her. “What are you doing here?” she asks.
Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but her wide eyes and parted lips make me think she’s hoping for another round.
“It’s my day with you.” I don’t tell her if that means she’ll get more or not, preferring to keep her guessing.
Her eyes widen, and I’m not sure if it’s fear, arousal, or a bit of both.
“Okay, it’s your day, but what time is it?
” She searches for a clock, but there isn’t one.
She searches for her phone, but it’s on the opposite side of her nightstand.
It’s the first time I’ve realized just how little she has for entertainment in this room.
All I’ve really thought about is getting her here and enjoying her, not really what it might be like for her. I can fix that for her if she wants.
“Five thirty,” I answer, mentally planning what electronics might make her happy.
“Jesus,” she groans as she throws herself back down. “God isn’t even awake at five thirty. This is the devil’s work.”
“I thought you wanted to work out,” I say, ignoring her dramatics. “You run every morning.”
She throws a pillow over her face.
“It’s incredibly weird that you know that.”
“Do you want to work out or not?”
“Yes, but not this early,” she complains adorably, with her blond hair all around her. “And especially not with you. How did you manage to spend a week at the hotel following me when you were supposed to be in classes?”
I don’t tell her I was at the hotel for longer than that.
“If you get up, you’ll find out.”
“No. I’m sleeping. You’re weird.”
“None of the other guys gets up this early. If you want to come running with me every day, you can, but it has to be this early.” I let the bait sink in, and within a minute, she sits up, looking at me with a raised brow. “Don’t you want to run every day? You normally do.”
She moves the pillow. “Temporarily ignoring you posing as a hotel employee, are you supposed to do that?”
I flash her a smile that has a hundred percent success rate. “No, not really. Are you going to tell on me?”
She chews her bottom lip as she thinks about it.
“It can be our secret,” I press.
“I’m not sure I want to have a secret with you.” You already do, whether you know it or not.
“You only have a choice on the other guys’ days, Sable. Today is my day, so get your ass up. We’re running.”
“And if I refuse?” she asks. She’s so tiny compared to me, so the idea that she can resist is almost laughable. Good thing for sweet Sable, I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt her.
“We can work out in bed. I’ve been thinking about what I want to do to you all night.” A hell of a lot longer than that.
She licks her lips, but stands up and heads to the bathroom. Her sweet ass sways a perfect heart as she walks away from me. The distance makes my chest ache in the strangest way. I know I don’t love her, but right now it feels like I do.
“Hurry up,” I call after her.
“If you know my schedule so damn well, you know I don’t hurry,” she shoots back with the bratty attitude I plan to cure with orgasms.
“You’re cutting into our run time,” I tell her delicious back.
“I guess you should’ve shown up earlier.”
“Be nice to me, Sable,” I threaten in a low voice.
“Or else what?” she asks, but I’m not like Lex or Orion, and I don’t have a desire to go back and forth with her.
“Or else I’ll fuck you in your ass on the trail.” She doesn’t need to know that we’re short on time. As far as she’s concerned, all my attention is on her, and I have all the time in the world.