46. Othelia
Chapter forty-six
Othelia
The following day unfolds the same. Layla and I chill in our suite while the boys get in some ice time. Layla’s been extra upset today. Nothing I tried made any difference. Eventually she cried herself to sleep in my arms and I just about collapsed onto the sofa when I finally got her down in the portable cot.
“Maybe I should stay here tonight?” I suggest.
“What?” Rook and Rian both glance up from their huge bowl of pasta they got from room service when they got back to the hotel.
“I’m just gonna end up pissing everyone off if Layla screams the whole game. I’ll just hang back here in case she loses it, so I can look after her without bothering everyone in the arena.”
“I don’t give a fuck what they think,” Rook sneers.
“I get it, but her and I will be so much more comfortable here, away from the judgmental stares, and I can watch you guys on the TV.”
Just as Rook is about to rattle off the reasons I have to go, Layla wakes up from her cat nap and starts screaming. I shrug apologetically as I look back at him. “I can’t deal with this at the arena. Last night wasn’t as bad, but I had the guys to help distract her. Tonight, it’s just me.”
He sighs, nodding his agreement as he takes out his phone. “Dominic, change of plans. Tilly and Layla are staying in the suite tonight.” He ends the call and drops his phone hard on the table, storming out of the room.
Rian looks between the closed door and me, deciding now is the best time for him and Layla to hang out in their room. “Good luck with that.”
“Thanks,” I say solemnly as I walk to our bedroom.
I softly knock on the door as I enter, finding Rook spread across the bed, his arm draped over his face, fists still clenched.
I sneak onto the bed, whispering, "Hey," and I can feel his body relax slightly in response. “I’m sorry I can’t be at your game.”
“It has nothing to do with that.”
“Then what?”
“I’m worried about you .” He removes his arm, allowing me to finally meet his piercing stare. “My father is God knows where. We aren’t home and you’re going to be here, where I can’t protect you, with some security guard that I don’t even fucking know.” He sighs, a bone-weary sigh that ripples through me. “I’m just feeling anxious, okay? When I think about you being here alone, my heart won’t stop pounding like it’s going to explode. I feel like I’ve just gotten you and I don’t want to risk something happening.”
I climb onto his lap and his hands go straight to my waist. I tease my t-shirt dress up my thighs, exposing the black material of my panties to him. His eyes drop to my pussy as he watches me and I feel him harden underneath me.
He gasps as I lift his shirt and trace my finger down his abs, exposing more with each movement. I slowly lower his waistband, revealing his eager cock.
I run my hands back up my thighs, pushing the material to the side from my pussy so he can see all of me, glistening and ready for him.
“What are you doing?” he asks, sounding breathless.
“Showing you that you aren’t losing me,” I say as I line him up at my entrance. He can’t look away as I slowly impale myself onto him. All the breath leaves him in one swoop as I bottom out.
Just before he pulls me in for a kiss, he breathes my name in a barely audible whisper, igniting a fire within me. With each lift, I feel his fingers gripping my hips tightly as I ride him, taking him all in.
“Fuck, Tilly, how does this still feel so good?” he groans and I preen, arching my back as I grind.
I repeat the movement and his hips push up to meet mine. Our movements become more frenzied. He’s all over me, then flips me onto my back and slides a pillow under my hips. He teases me by moving his cock back and forth along my slit.
I let out a groan as he enters me, my head falling back. He pushes my leg back, going harder and deeper, our moans and the smacking sounds of our bodies filling the room.
“Oh fuck, Rook.” My body shakes and I gasp, my fingers digging into his shoulders as my body twitches with my release. He buries his face in my neck, moaning “I love you” and going rigid as he releases deep inside me.
We lay entangled, our bodies pressed against each other, before he gently rolls us to our sides, embracing me tightly in his arms.
“Move in with me,” he whispers into my temple.
I move my head so I can look at him properly. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“We practically live together already.”
“No, we share a bedroom as we move between Rian’s house and my apartment. You have some of your stuff everywhere. I want it all in my house. Our house. I want your fluffy pillows and your scented candles and that weird little cat statue on your bookshelf.” His eyes fill with such hope for our future and I can’t help but picture it too.
“It doesn’t have to be my apartment. We can look for a place together. A place that you can come home to. I want a home, Tilly, and I only feel home when I’m with you.” He leans upon his elbow, looking down at me on the pillows as he brushes hair away from my face.
“I want a home too.” I press my lips against his, barely getting out a muffled, “yes” before a devilish grin spreads across his face and he devours me.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Rook yells out from the bedroom as he finishes getting ready. “I know Dominic says the guy’s good, but I don’t trust him,” he continues as he walks over to me and Layla as I pace around the lounge room. Rian dropped her off but had to duck outside to answer his phone.
He pauses, dropping his bag, drinking in Layla asleep in my arms, as I sway her back and forth. “Fuck, I could get used to this.”
I shake my head with a chuckle. “You saying you want kids with me someday, hotshot?”
He shrugs. “If that’s something you would want, I’d be down for running to hockey practice and music lessons in a minivan.”
“Oh, my God, stop. Let’s get me moved in first, then we can work out what extracurricular activities our kids will have.” His boyish smile is the widest I’ve ever seen, and he leans over, careful not to disturb Layla as he captures my lips.
“Fuck, we would have some cool fucking kids.” He shakes his head, gives me a smack on the ass, and grabs his bag. “I’ll see you tonight, and for the love of God, don’t open the door without checking.”
I salute him and he chuckles as he mumbles smart ass under his breath, closing the door with a soft click.
A few hours later, I sit in front of the giant TV, watching the boys demolish the LA team for the second night in a row. Layla chews on a frozen chew toy as she dribbles onto my lap.
With thirty minutes left in the third, a knock at the door draws my attention away from the game. Glancing through the peephole, I see trays of food on a trolley and a hotel server waiting patiently.
“Ma’am, your room service.” The guy can’t be older than twenty. He looks so nervous as I open the door. He avoids eye contact as I hold the door open for him to push his cart through.
I look out the door but can’t see Wyatt anywhere. Maybe he’s checking the floor. I know Dominic does rounds of the floor at random intervals.
Propping open the front door, I move across the lounge towards Layla, keeping a good distance away from the stranger.
God, Rook’s paranoia is rubbing off on me.
“The kitchen has made a variety of dishes at Mr Wills’ request,” he says as he continues setting up the covered trays along the large eight seat dining table. “He also left this note for you, Ma’am,”
Rockstar,
Didn’t know what you would
feel like so I got you everything
I could think of.
Hope you’re enjoying the game.
Love, Rook
The waiter lifts the covers off each dish proudly, showing them off. A smile crosses my face as warmth fills my heart. I couldn’t go to the game, so he got all my favorite arena food brought to me.
The table, now overflowing with silver trays laden with hot dogs, fries, nachos, burgers and, at the very end, is a bucket of beer on ice. Far too much for any one person to eat. I flip the note and chuckle at his extra message.
P.S Rian and I will be back soon
to help you finish all of this
X
“Is that all you’re needing this evening, ma’am?” He finally looks up at me after laying out the final set of cutlery.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Do you mind?” he asks, lifting his shirt, and I flinch, stepping in front of Layla, thinking he might have a gun.
I breathe a sigh of relief when I spot the familiar cover of our self-titled debut he pulls out from the waistband of his pants.
“Could you possibly sign this?” he asks, holding the CD out with a sharpie
Chuckling at my stupidity, I step up, grab the pen, and quickly scribble my name.
“Of course, here you go. It was nice meeting you. Thanks for all the food.” I gesture back at the table with enough food to feed the entire team.
“My… my pleasure,” he stammers, blushing as he takes the CD back, shoving it into his pants before returning to his trolley. “Have a good night, ma’am”
I smile as I shut the door, clicking the extra lock shut.
I don’t make it more than a few steps towards the table when a hurried knock bangs at the door.
Poor kid was so nervous he must have forgotten something. Reaching for the handle, I unlock the door and swing it back open. “Did you forget some—”
I freeze as I see a disheveled Clay standing in front of me, glancing nervously up the corridor.
His hair looks like he’s run his hands through it a million times since he last washed it, the dirty blond somehow looking more dirty than blond.
It’s been several months since I saw him at dinner, but he looks like he has aged years in that time. The pink scar on his slightly crooked nose is still very noticeable.
Red rims his eyes and he smells like he has taken a bath in a bottle of whiskey. He is jittery as he stands in the doorway, peaking passed me to see around the room. I close the door a little to keep him from seeing Layla playing on the floor.
“Hey Tilly,” he says. His rumpled shirt, partially untucked from his suit pants, ripples as he looks up and down the corridor.
“Clay, what are you doing here?” I retreat a step, his appearance scaring me less than the dangerous gleam in his eyes.
He shrugs, sliding his hand into his pockets. “I needed to see you.”
“Clay. You need to go. Rook is inside,” I lie, needing an excuse to shut the door. If he’s afraid of another confrontation, he might just leave us alone.
He scoffs and lets out an almost hysterical laugh that sends a shiver down my spine. “No, he isn’t. Why do you think I’m here?”
My heart rate increases as I feel the sudden urge to slam the door in his face.
I attempt the move, but he’s fast, slamming his palm against the door and raising the hand now behind him back into view.
Gun . He has a fucking gun.
He raises the shiny handgun towards my head and I freeze in place. My mind races with thoughts: ways to escape, how I can protect Layla, and lastly, Rook.
“I think it’s time we finished that conversation.”