Chapter 14 #2
As he relaxed over me, he sighed heavily. “Oh my God, Grey. I’ve never come that hard. Not even with you at camp.” He rested his cheek on my shoulder.
“Me neither.” I fought to catch my breath as the room came into view. Had I blacked out? “How can we top this?” My brain was mush.
“What?” Lifting his head, his gaze twinkled as it found mine. “You’re already thinking about the next time?”
With a shrug of my shoulder, I said, “Well, you know me. I’m insatiable, right?
” I planted a kiss on his cheek. “But really, Malik, that was…” As I looked deeply into his dark eyes, so full of emotion for me, my heart swelled and thumped in my ears.
Fucking hell, I loved him. I’d loved no one like this.
As my eyes stung, I cleared my throat. What was happening to me?
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He cupped my cheek, his gaze darting between my eyes. “Grey?” His forehead wrinkled.
With my voice cracking, I chuckled and said, “No, you didn’t hurt me.
Quite the opposite.” Taking a deep breath, I grabbed his head and pulled his face into my neck.
I had to calm my shit down. Falling in love wasn’t in our agreement.
It was my problem to deal with. “It was special, Malik. Being this close to you is incredible.”
“Yeah, I feel the same way, Grey.” He kissed my neck, and his dick slipped from me. “Shit, I’ll get something. I don’t want to ruin your fancy bedspread.” With a quick kiss on my lips, he climbed off the bed and shuffled into my bathroom.
Shit, his boot was still on his foot. Oh well, somehow, we’d made it work.
I combed my fingers through my hair. I was on a pillow.
“Malik, it’s only a pillowcase.” And what the hell was he worried about?
Hot wetness trickled from my ass. “Oh, shit.” I chuckled, and more cum dribbled from my ass. “Hurry.”
After wetting a washcloth, he limped to me and sat on the edge of the bed. “Lift your legs.”
I tucked my knees into my armpits. “I feel like a baby getting a diaper change.” As I giggled, more wetness slipped from me. If it weren’t Malik, this might be embarrassing.
“Wow, I busted one hell of a nut.” He choked on a laugh. “You might leak for a few days.”’
“Are you shitting me?” I mock-glared at him. He never mentioned this part of the experience, and neither did the articles I’d looked up.
“I’m kidding. It’ll work itself out by tomorrow.” As he wiped, he shot me a smirk. “I hope.” He quit wiping. “There.”
“Thanks.” I hopped off the bed and grabbed his arm, raising him to stand in front of me.
As I hooked my arms around his neck, I placed a lingering kiss on his lips.
We had the rest of the day to spend together.
“How about we study for a little while and then watch some movies?” It was still too hot to do anything outside.
“Absolutely.” He draped his arms around my waist, his flaccid cock brushing mine. “Doing nothing with you is better than something with anyone else.” He swayed me.
“And let’s ice that ankle.” I ticked my brows. We’d been too busy with breakfast and sex to take care of it properly.
With a sigh, he said, “Yeah, fine. More ice.”
Later that day, I’d gotten Malik set up with ice while we studied together at the dinette.
Spending time with him doing the simplest things pacified my soul.
As we closed our laptops to switch to watching movies, my phone buzzed on the coffee table.
I glanced at it, and Ella scrolled across the screen.
Shit, I hadn’t called her back after the game.
In fact, I’d completely forgotten about her.
“Um…” I studied Malik, who picked up my phone.
“Take it. I don’t want you getting in trouble with your dad again.” He held the phone to me.
Grabbing it from him, I stood and paced toward my room, my gut clenching. “Hello?”
“Oh, about time you answered your phone,” she said in a smug tone.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been busy. My buddy got hurt last night.” I could use his injury as an excuse for not calling. Rubbing my forehead, I closed the door to my bedroom. “I was in the ER with him.”
“What happened?” she asked.
“A lineman fell on him and sprained his ankle just before halftime.” I strode to the patio doors, taking in the sun-drenched backyard.
It appeared hot as hell out there right now.
“I, uh, played the second half and scored a touchdown.” If she were so interested in me, you’d think she’d have watched the game.
“You did?” She let out a soft squeal. “That’s great, Grey. I’m sorry I missed it. Do you think you’ll still be playing when I come visit?” Lowering her voice, she said, “If you play well enough, maybe you’ll get his spot.”
My chest twinged. That’s not what I wanted. Malik deserved to keep his position as starter. “I…don’t think so. I’m sure Coach will use me if we’re ahead, but Malik is a better player than I.” All I needed out of this season was my chance in the draft.
“Don’t sell yourself short, Greyson. My boyfriend should be the starter of the team,” she snickered. “Maybe even the captain. I like to date the best of the best.”
Shit, no pressure there. Wait, boyfriend? I gritted my teeth. “Sorry, but I’m not here to be captain or a starter. I’m here—”
“You need to try harder. What can you do to get Malik’s position?” She paused. “Or are you happy to quit football and go to Harvard next year like your father wants?”
My mouth dropped. We’d never discussed my life goals.
She must have heard this shit through my father.
If I told her the truth, would it cause more trouble between Dad and me?
Fuck it. Maybe she wouldn’t want to date a second-string running back.
“I’m planning on heading into the draft and, hopefully, getting a contract in the NFL. ” How much did she know about it?
“How will you accomplish that without displacing Malik on the team?”
“I don’t have to. A team could still draft me as a second-string player. Especially since I’m coming from a top-notch team in the NCAA.” Why the fuck was I trying to explain this to her? I stomped across my bedroom with heat filtering through my chest.
“Can you, though? I did some digging.” She huffed. “Would you take a position on a practice squad? Because they make little money.”
I blinked. She’d been digging? About me? “They do well enough.”
“You’d surely go to Harvard if that happens, right? I mean, your father would be so unhappy—”
“My father can go to hell.” My pulse throbbed in my temples. Holy fuck, I shouldn’t have said that to her. Could it give her leverage over me?
“Really?” She sighed. “You surprise me, Greyson. It always looked to me like you had a great relationship with your father.”
She didn’t know a damn thing about me. I had to correct my mistake.
As my chest squeezed, I said, “I-I have a great relationship with him.” Lie.
With a stammered laugh, I said, “I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from.
I’ve invested fully in football while here, and if I don’t get a major contract, I’ll go to Harvard. ” Fuck. That.
“That’s good, because I have expensive tastes.” She freed a soft exhale. “I heard you have some big plans for me when I visit.”
The door popped open, and Malik stood there, his brows lifted. He mouthed, are you okay?
I stared at him. Fucking hell. What a time for him to open the damn door. “Uh…”
“Well, do you? I was told you’ll take me to the best restaurants the Phoenix area offers. I was also told you’d have something special for me.” She sucked in a breath. “Just so you know, I love Tiffany jewelry, or maybe you could find a Hermes Birkin bag for me?”
Malik’s mouth bowed down, his head hung, and he closed the door.
Fucking hell. An ache threaded through my heart. “I, uh, yeah, I’ll see what I can do.” Who fucking tells you what to buy them as a present? Who asks for presents at all?
“Good. These are just ideas. I know how men can be.” She sighed. “Hey, can you call me once a day? I’d like to get to know you better before I visit.”
Once a day? “I don’t know. I’m busy most days with classes, studying and practice.” I tensed my mouth. I didn’t want her taking time away from Malik and me. “Plus, we have an away game next week, so there will be travel and team meetings…”
“A five-minute phone call every day isn’t too much to ask.” She scoffed. “You don’t seem to want to return my text messages, so I thought this would be better.”
“I’ll, uh, I’ll return your text messages, okay?” It would get back to Dad if I didn’t give her something. I was lucky she hadn’t already complained again.
“How about you return my text messages, and we talk on the phone every two or three days?”
She was compromising? I didn’t expect that. “Sure, that should work.” I didn’t have to talk to her again until maybe Tuesday or Wednesday. “I’ll be traveling with the team Friday afternoon and will be busy until Sunday.” I’d set her expectations as low as I could.
“Okay.” She tutted. “Will Malik still be out with his injury?”
“He will.” With his injury being as minor as it was, he would travel with us. My eyes popped open. Hell, we’d share a hotel room on the road. I would spend the night before the game spooning with him. My chest filled with warmth.
“I’ll watch the game so I can cheer you on.” She giggled. “Play well for me and get me a goal.”
“A touchdown.” Good feeling gone. I wouldn’t play for her.
I’d play for Malik. He’d be on the sidelines, giving me pointers and making sure I played my best. I inhaled deeply as I dropped onto the edge of the bed.
“Listen, I should go. I have studying to do before tomorrow.” I didn’t, since I’d already finished it, but we were done.
“Oh, sure. I’ll chat with you tomorrow, okay?” She giggled. “Ta-ta.”
“Bye.” I ended the call and slumped my shoulders, releasing a tattered breath. Malik had looked hurt. I had to address this with him.