Chapter 30
Dasher
Something is wrong. I’m not sure what, but I have that feeling. The one everyone gets when something bad is about to happen. It started after I got to the airstrip to board the plane. Nothing was out of place. Guys mingling while we wait to board, staff moving bags and boxes.
Tyler has been talking about his kids for the last five minutes and I’m not even following the conversation. I keep looking around for something.
Tyler shakes me, “dude, you good?”
I sigh, “I have a bad feeling.”
He laughs, “that’s nerves.” I dismiss that, “no, not about the game. I just feel like something is going to happen.”
He tells me I’m crazy and I try to relax. Hopefully Raine will help calm me down.
We touch down and grab our carry-ons, the bags will be delivered to the hotel. As we file out, there are cameras everywhere.
A reporter sticks a microphone in my face, “would you like to say anything about the allegations that you’re in a relationship with Raine Herrin?” The fuck.
Tyler drags me away as they keep screaming. What the fuck did I miss on that plane ride? Did Raine do this? Did someone see us at dinner and assume?
No one mentions the scene to me as we ride to the hotel. Even if they tried, I’d probably beat someone in the face I’m so pissed.
Okay, I know that I’m doing things with Raine. Okay, okay, I’m in a relationship with him, but that’s my business to release.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Coach gives us our room numbers and hands me a key, “you probably need to talk to him when he gets here. But listen, nothing changes for us. We stand behind you.”
I give him a grateful thanks and head to Raine’s room, promising to talk to the guys later at dinner. The suite is huge with floor to ceiling glass windows overlooking Central Park. I can see all of New York, or most of it at least.
He’s not here, so I grab water out of the fridge and wait. While waiting, I turn on the TV for noise, pace the floor because I can’t sit still. I’m losing my mind.
It feels like a day but it’s a few hours and then he walks in. He takes one look at me, “what happened?”
I show him the articles that have been posted online—yeah, I looked myself up after the incident at the airfield. I will tell him what happened at the airport.
He drops his bag and pulls me in for an embrace, “I’m so sorry. I know this isn’t how you wanted this to go.”
He’s right. I wanted to do this on my own, but someone took that from me. I’m being made a mockery for the whole world to laugh at.
I don’t care about what they’re saying about me, but they’re dragging him through it as well. Alright, I do care about the things said about me, and I’m angry someone violated my right to come out when I wanted to.
He leads us to the couch, “I didn’t do this.” I nod in agreement, “I didn’t think you did.” He freezes for a moment and then run a hand down his face, “I think your ex did this.”
He thinks Poppy did this?
He continues, “she basically asked if I was fucking you. I denied it, but she wasn’t happy with that.”
I start pacing again until he pulls me down next to him, “I will have my lawyer draft a cease and desist up. And I will have someone watch her at all times just in case. You didn’t deserve this.”
I relax a little bit, but I’m still fuming.
He shrugs off his jacket, “I know what will relax you.”
He starts stripping my clothes off and then pushes me back on the couch. I need this, he needs this. He pushes my legs up and with one quick movement he slams into me. I cry out but it’s a good hurt. Leaning my leg on his shoulder he strokes my cock, “you’re mine. I will always take care of you.”
I believe him. I let go of all my anger, just being here with him in the moment.
“Fuck me harder,” I groan, and he obliges. Our grunts and moans filling the air as I come all over his hand. He jerks a little and then stills. I can feel him filling me up. When he pulls out, he collapses next to me, stroking my arm, “feel better?”
Sitting up, “I do. Will you come to dinner with me and the guys?” I sound like a lost boy asking, but I need him.
He nods, “let’s get you cleaned up. I can have them put us at a private table.”
“Thank you,” I say as we head for the shower and another round before, we’re ready to head down.