38. Stefan
38
STEFAN
In the light of the next day, I lie here and stare at a sleeping Wren. She looks so peaceful. I’d love nothing more than to wake her up by sliding my dick into her but I know if I do, I’ll be late to training and we all know I’m already on thin ice.
Leaving her a note, I grab my gear and head off to practice where Coach puts us through our paces. Considering my extracurricular activities last night, I was impressed with how I kept up with the rest of the team. When the session is over, Coach asks to see me before I leave. The rest of the guys all tease me about being in trouble and usually I’d flip them off, but I’m kinda scared because I have been good lately.
Once I’m showered and changed, I head toward his office. Knocking on the open door, he looks up and smiles when he sees me. “Stefan, close the door and take a seat,” he says, and as I close the door behind me, my heart begins to race.
“How you doing?” he asks. Standing up, he comes around to my side of the desk and rests against the edge. He crosses his arms and stares down at me, waiting for my answer.
“I’m good,” I tell him, and for the first time in a long time, I mean it.
“For once, I believe you.” He pauses in that stoic way he does for emphasis. “I’m proud of you, Stefan.”
His words really hit home and I smile. “Thanks, Coach, I appreciate it. I know I kinda lost my way for a while there, but Wren helped me deal with that and she’s…” Well, I can’t tell Coach about the sex.
“She’s what?”
“Threatened to kill me if I don’t get my shit together.”
“I never thought I’d see the day where Stefan D?uchmen is whipped by a woman.”
“I’m not whipped,” I refute, but I think there is some truth to that statement. I am whipped when it comes to Wren, but that’s a secret that will stay with me and only me. “I’m seeing things from a different perspective, and I’m learning that when shit happens, there’s a right way and a wrong way to deal with things. Who knew writing yourself off and sleeping with bunnies was the wrong way.”
“Everyone else in the world knows that.”
“And now I do too.”
“Well, I’m glad because I would have hated to have had to fire you. You’re one of the best players in the league, Stefan. You are going to go far and one of these days, you’re going to make a fine coach.”
“Thanks, Coach. I appreciate that.”
“Good, now go and get out of here, I've got shit to do and you have … I don’t give a crap so long as I don’t see you on WtB .”
“I promise to behave,” I tell him. And when I say behave, I mean I’m going to go home and fuck Wren. Then I’m going to eat her pussy for dessert before we fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
When I get home, Wren is still asleep in my bed. Leaning against the window where I fucked her last night, I watch her sleep. I really don’t want to wake her up but it’s been over four hours since I’ve been balls deep inside of her, and I need another fix. It feels like I dumped my addiction to fucking bunnies and I’ve replaced it with being addicted to fucking Wren.
Walking over to the bed, I sit on the edge and run my finger down her cheek. Her lids begin to flutter and when she opens her eyes, she stares up at me. She smiles then suddenly they widen. She looks confused and shocked, not what I was hoping.
“Morning,” I murmur.
“Morning,” she whispers and sits up. The sheet falls away and exposes her naked breasts to me. My eyes drop to her tits, and I lick my lips. When Wren notices she’s naked, she pulls the sheet up and looks mortified. “Shit, shit, fuckity fuck,” she hisses. Her face blanches and then she jumps up out of bed. “This, umm, I … I need to go.” Before I can say anything, she races out of my bedroom, taking the sheet with her.
The door to my room slams closed behind her. What the fuck just happened?