Chapter 20
CAMERON
Our game against the St. Louis Mad Dogs had been a struggle, with both teams engaging in a back-and-forth battle.
Though we worked hard, ensuring each play was performed with perfection as the Coach demanded.
It was the first game Hannah had traveled for, an action that was noticed by her father, though easily disguised as being with her best friend.
Marty and my brother had gone public with their relationship two days before the game, which was circulated through the news and social media sites like wildfire, as we all expected.
It was the biggest reason Hannah and I played our union close to the vest.
Coach Marshall wasn’t thrilled about the news; he pulled Easton into his office shortly after the first picture started to circulate.
Not that he was able to forbid who a player dated, but the fact that it took attention from the team and the upcoming game only infuriated the coach.
If he had this reaction to my brother, I could only imagine his reaction to mine and his daughter.
I believe it’s what caused his temper throughout the game, the yelling and calls he made, pushing each of us to a near breaking point.
He reminded me of a drill sergeant, not the calm coach we had met at the start of the season.
Over time, not a period anyone liked: the fans, the coaches, or the players.
As the clock ran down and the score remained tied, I knew Coach Marshall would not accept this as a good thing.
We made our way onto the field to congratulate the opposing team.
We couldn’t deny it was a great game, sure, keeping us on our toes.
As Easton and I walked side by side off the field, I glanced up to the stands where Hannah sat, giving her a wink, even if she couldn’t see it.
She stood cheering, wearing a Jaguars jersey, with Marty in one that had Easton’s number on it.
I would have loved to see Hannah in one with my number, but I knew that couldn’t happen.
The team, excited not to have lost after working so hard, filled the room with cheers and happy chatter.
We would have loved to bring home the win, but the tie was better than losing, according to the team.
Taking off my gear, I grabbed my phone from my locker and saw a text from Hannah with a wink face.
Your presence is required. I’m waiting in the small hallway leading to the player entrance. Get your ass out here.
Swiftly sending her a reply, I tossed the device into my locker, Austin, with a quick movement behind me. “Night out?”
“What you got in mind?” Maximus asked as he approached us.
“Got a private table at Lombardo’s.”
“Shit, I’m game,” Easton replied as he sat down, taking his cleats off.
“Yeah, I’m in,” Maximus replied.
“Peyton, Lombardo’s?” Austin yelled across the room, Peyton giving him a thumbs up as he talked on his phone, surely to his girlfriend.
“Cameron?” I paused, glancing at my brother before giving a nod.
Rushing from the group, I exited the room, making my way to the hallway, where she waited.
With a soft grin, I saw her leaning against the brick wall, and I quickly moved to her, my hands on her hips, giving her a deep kiss.
It’s all I wanted, all I could think about, the entire game.
Just for it to be over and get her back in my grasp, pressing my body against hers, I could have taken her right there, the scent of her jasmine lotion driving my senses wild.
Grunting, she brought her palm to my chest and pushed me back slightly, that teasing smile plastered across her face.
“You drive me crazy, you know that?” I admitted.
“Yes, well, you’ll have to keep it in your pants, mister.”
I nodded my head and took a step back, locked in a playful stare, when she pushed from the wall and slammed me against the opposite side.
I enjoyed it when she took control. It brought out the animal in me.
My hands ran down to her ass, gripping it with a hard yank into me.
She sucked on my bottom lip before stepping back with a playful grin. “You are such a tease,” I said.
“Just making sure you hurry and shower so you can get back to me.”
Licking my bottom lip, I nodded in agreement. “So, a group is going to a restaurant after we change. I’m sure Marty is going since Easton is, I said I’d go, but if you don’t want…”
“You mean us out in public together?” She quickly asked, bringing a smile to my lips.
“Yeah. It will be a group of us, but I’d not complain if you sat with me at dinner.” I pushed from the wall and moved toward her slowly. “Maybe after we could go on the Sky Wheel, have an official, unofficial date.”
Hannah brought her hands to the side of my neck, running her fingers through the back of my hair with a soft nod. “I can’t wait.” She replied. Leaning in, I gave her a tender kiss, standing back when…
“What’s going on here?” Quickly stepping back a reasonable distance from Hannah, I looked over to the Coach as he stood at the entrance of the hallway. Hannah dropped her arms to her side and smiled at her father, running to him with a hard embrace.
“Congratulations, Daddy, you guys played so well.” If fire could have come from his eyes, they would have; the glare he gave me was one to kill your enemy.
“Don’t you have a shower to take, Walters?” His tone was firm, controlled.
“Coach.” I slid past Hannah; my gaze connected with her father briefly as I did. I made sure not to touch her, not to give a single gesture in her direction.
Returning to my bench, I played over what her father could have seen, wondering if she’d be able to play it off as nothing more than two people simply having a conversation.
“You need to shower so we can go get the girls,” Easton said, returning to his bench next to mine.
I nodded.
“What is up with you?” His question came as the coach walked into the locker room, his glare shooting to me as he moved to his office.
“I can’t be sure, but I think Coach might have caught Hannah and me a few minutes ago.”
“Were you fucking?” He asked casually.
“What? No.” I answered, Easton, with a shrug as he pulled on his jeans.
“Then who cares?”
“You saw how he reacted to you dating someone close to his family. Could you imagine me with his daughter?”
“Do you like being with this girl?” My brother asked.
I nodded in confirmation. “Let’s put it this way, I’m taking advice from you on women.” Easton chuckled at my comment.
“I mean, I do know my way around them.” He bragged. “Is it just physical like a bunny?”
I shook my head. “No, there is something more. She brings out a side of me, igniting passion for more than just the game.”
“Well, then it’s simple.” He grabbed his shirt from his locker, slamming the door, looking down at me.
“Enjoy yourself, we only live once, right?” He patted me on the shoulder, stepping away, leaving me with the reality that, for once, my brother was right.
At least for the night, I wouldn’t think of who saw us or what would happen.
We were in a different city, where we could live freely. I would be a fool to ignore that.
We sat in a large group at the restaurant, our table in the back, private.
The wine flowed, the food was outstanding, and the company was perfect.
We all laughed, shared stories, moments of embarrassment that typically wouldn’t have been shared outside the locker room.
A few fans asked to join us. Of course, we agreed to welcome them.
Pictures were snapped, even with Hannah and me standing next to each other.
It felt great to be able to enjoy my night with her, as though we were just there with other team members and friends.
My hand rested under the table on her thigh, her palm covering it.
“Mind if I get a picture with you?” A young blonde asked as she walked up between Austin and me.
“Course not,” I answered, looking at Hannah as I stood up. I stepped just a short distance from the table, my arm around her waist as she wrapped hers around my back. Resting her head on my shoulder, she smiled as her friend took the picture.
“Thank you so much, you’re my favorite player. When I found out you were here, I had to come meet you.” She blushed as she spoke with such excitement.
“Thank you, I’m honored,” I replied
“What are you doing after this? Would you mind if I joined you for a drink?” With a grin, I cleared my throat.
“I’d love to. However, I’ll have to take a pass. I’m seeing someone.” The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them, before I even realized I said them.
“Lucky girl, give her my regard.” The young woman said. “I’ll see you on the field then.” She winked, then stepped away. Taking my seat, I glanced at Hannah, smiling at her, letting her know she had nothing to worry about. Feeling her grab my hand under the table, our fingers interlocked.
As the night moved on, the group dwindled to only the four of us remaining.
I had promised Hannah to go on the Sky Wheel and wasn’t going to break it.
We waited in line, my arm around her shoulders, holding her against me.
It felt wonderful to be out in public with her like a normal couple.
There were no reporters taking pictures, no commotion, no need for security.
We made our way into our private cabinet, sitting next to each other, when the wheel began to turn.
We took in the sights of the city. I had been there a million times, and yet it had never looked so beautiful as it did at that moment.
We rounded the bottom once, twice, when both Hannah and I looked at one another.
There was a moment when unspoken energy filled the space between us.
She stood up, moved in front of me, and straddled me.
Our connection never left the other; her fingers brushed along the side of my face, my fingers gripped at the top of her skirt, holding her close.
As the wheel rounded for a third time, our cravings for one another overtook the dangers of being seen.
We kissed with urgency, like wild animals ready to devour one another.
Her hands dropped between our bodies. With a flick of her fingers, she undid my belt, pulling down my zipper, her hand sliding underneath the fabric of my boxer briefs.
I groaned, feeling her firm grip around my manhood.
There was no stopping, no turning back. Swiftly, my hands moved up her thighs, yanking at the thin material that covered her.
Dropping her ripped panties to the cool floor under us, she pulled me free from the confines of my jeans, her hips rolling forward, and with a grunt, I moved inside.
Her walls parted to welcome me as if they yearned for it as badly as I did.
She moved with a slow sway of her hips, and not once did our lips meet or our eyes lose their connection.
We knew we had little time before we rounded the bottom again, before we were caught in our intimate position.
We raced with a rapid rock, she buried down onto me, her hands secured around the back of my neck to give her the support she required.
I let out a groan at her warmth, the sides of my cock going against the ridges of her walls as they clenched me.
I fought everything in my power not to stand, slam her against the windows that surrounded us, and claim her; the addiction this woman was causing me to have, I couldn’t deny.
Pushing upward into her as we rounded the top of the wheel, her hips turned to a slight rotation against me, and I was no longer able to resist what she wanted.
Letting out a groan, I pulled her close into me, closing my eyes as I throbbed inside her with my release.
Her body jerked on top of me, her hips with a continued slow circled motion until every drop she commanded was deposited.
She climbed from me, fixing her skirt, with a seductive smile pulled along her lips.
“What about…” I started to ask while doing up my pants, her with a lean, her palm on my cheek.
“Tonight.” She said, with a quick kiss as our cabinet came to a stop at the bottom of the wheel.
Hannah stepped back, never taking her eyes from mine as the attendant opened the door, this amused grin on his face.
Had he seen us? Heard us? Did I even care?
“Come on.” She said softly, holding out her hand with a grin.
I took it, standing up with a quick bend, snatching up her panties, sliding them in my pocket before we stepped from the cabinet, me with a wink and smirk at the attendant as we departed.