Chapter Thirteen
My talk last night with Madison left me feeling something I never feel—torn.
Yes, sure, in theory I love the idea of a no-strings-attached “arrangement” with her. Hell, I’m not a relationship person either. We both knew this from the start. But I have to admit that the thought of her with another man makes my blood boil.
It shouldn’t, I know.
This isn’t me.
But it does.
And, shit, I haven’t even fucked her yet.
What happens when I do?
All the things we did to each other last night was some next-level amazing shit. The blow job she gave me left me seeing fucking stars, man. And when I returned the favor, I think she felt the same way.
Nah, I know she did.
I have a feeling our little game of waiting for “everything” is about to come to an end soon. We’ve both been holding out, waiting for the other to cave. It’s been fun, but after she told me she’s on birth control, I’m ready to give in right the fuck now.
I can’t wait to be inside her bare.
Okay, this has to stop for the moment. I’m sitting here in a golf cart with my dick getting hard while I wait for Shane to get back in after dealing with a ball that he shot way out into the rough.
Since we didn’t have practice this morning, we decided to get in some golfing. We usually include Easton, but he had something else going on.
I’ve played this course a few times, but this is the first time for Shane. He’s a good golfer, but he’s having a challenging time today.
Hey, we’ve all been there.
Luckily, it only takes him two more tries to get his ball out of the high grass and back onto the course.
By the time he hops back into the cart, I’m calmed down.
Still, I guess I seem a little out of sorts, seeing as, when we take off to where our balls are now near the green, he says, “Are you okay, man? You look totally lost in thought about something.”
More like “someone,” but I can’t tell him that. My trysting with Madison is still a closely guarded secret.
I just wave my hand nonchalantly and say, “All’s good. I was just thinking about this next green. It’s a tricky one. Really slick and really fast.”
“Oh yeah?” Shane replies. “That sounds like fun.”
“It actually is,” I say as I hit the gas on the cart, putting any further thoughts of Madison out of my head.
At least for the time being.
The rest of the golf game goes well. At least it does for me—I win. That means it’s my obligation to buy lunch back at the clubhouse.
It’s customary for the losing players—or just one losing player in this case—to order up and go big.
Shane does not disappoint. He opts for the prime petit filet and a side of spaghetti bolognese. It sounds so good that I order the same thing.
It is fantastic. We talk and eat and just generally have a nice time.
After Shane and I are just about finished with our meals, we continue to shoot the breeze. We’ve been talking a lot about our golf game today.
At one point, he congratulates me again on my win, and he also thanks me for lunch.
Chuckling, I tell him, “No problem. It was good, huh?”
“Delicious.”
We’re done, so our server stops by and takes our plates away.
Then, out of the blue, once she’s walked away, Shane says, “Oh, hey, you had an interview a while back with that reporter named Meredith from Phoenix Sports Now, right?”
“Yeah,” I reply as I toy with my water glass, twisting it this way and that. “What about it?”
Chuckling, he says, “Well, I had an interview with her last week, and all that chick talked about was you. She’s got it bad for you, man.” I shrug, and he asks, “Did you hit that back then?”
I almost choke on the sip of water I just took.
Once I recover, I set my glass back down on the table and say, “No, not at all. She gave me her number, but I never called.”
“Huh.” Shane leans back in his chair and eyes me with interest. “That’s not like you, Lennox, especially considering Meredith Fasselli is hot as hell.”
It’s true, this is not like me. Even if at first I wasn’t interested, which I wasn’t, usually by now I would’ve called her up for a quick, meaningless hookup. To hell with the repercussions.
But now with Madison in the picture, that is just not happening.
I can’t tell Shane about the girl who’s been consuming my thoughts lately, so I just shrug again and say, “I just wasn’t feeling it, I guess.”
“Wow,” he marvels. “Are you turning over a new leaf or something?”
I leave it at “Or something,” then change the subject to the hockey game we have tomorrow night.
We talk some strategy, but the whole while I’m thinking about how Madison will be there with Claire. I hope to play well and put on a good show. They’ll be in their favorite front row seats up against the glass, so the view will be stellar.
Maybe I’ll get in a wink without anyone noticing.
I like to play it a little dangerously sometimes.
After the game, we have plans for Madison to come over to my house. I gave her a key the other day so she can meet up with me after games and not have to wait around for me to get home to let her in.
I also gave her the code for the garage, if she ever feels like parking in there.
Somehow, taking those steps didn’t even bother me.
I was not freaked in any way.
Well, it’s nothing to contemplate right now.
All I know is, I can’t wait to walk into my house tonight and know that Madison is already there, hopefully upstairs in my bedroom waiting for me.
With the way she’s been in my head lately, I’m sure there will be a lot of “something” going on right from the start.
And maybe, just maybe, tonight will be the night we finally get to “everything.”