19. Colin
Colin
T he girls think they’re so fucking funny.
After Reyes pulled out his shirt and looked at it like he should know why it’s suddenly missing half the fabric, we all start finding the presents the girls left for us. Most of the guys just shrug it off, not caring that we’re going to be practicing with half shirts on.
I don’t give a fuck, but knowing this is because of the girls makes me want to laugh and go punish my little captive. But I know there’s a reason for this, and if they want a show then I guess that’s what we’re going to give them.
“Anyone know who the mastermind behind this was?” Mads asks.
“I have a guess,” I grunt.
We all head out to the field, and just like I expected a handful of the girls are in the stands watching.
Including Mayson. Her elbows rest on her knees and she holds her chin in her hands with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
I turn in a circle to give her a full view before shooting a wink at her.
“Alright, we’re—” Doc stops what she’s about to say when she looks at all of us in exasperation. “I don’t want to know what caused this, why or have any part of it. Run your drills and don’t be idiots.”
There’re murmurs from all the guys as we look up at the girls. I don’t know what everyone else is thinking, but I’m mentally making plans for mine.
“Your girlfriend going to have a problem with the girls team ogling you?” Vito ribs Reyes.
“Nah, she knows what she has,” Eli replies confidently and I roll my eyes. I don’t know what happened that he suddenly didn’t want to be a part of the Rites and had this new girlfriend after it started. It seems weird as fuck to me, but whatever.
Mads is glaring up at the stands, and I don’t know who he’s looking at, but as long as it’s not my girl then I really don’t give a fuck.
After some of the guys are being idiots trying to put on a show for the girls, we all get serious for practice.
I can tell how irritated Doc is, knowing something is going on and that it could affect our game.
But nothing is enough to distract me, not even Mayson.
I’m too good at what I do, it’s like second nature to have a ball at my feet.
And when I’m done, it’s second nature to have Mayson underneath me.
Which will happen again soon, I know it. She wanted me last night and this morning. I don’t even need to push her for it, she wants me. I knew leaving her alone for a little while would only make her want me more. And that’s exactly what I wanted.
After practice is over, I look up and see the girls have all left already, and I’m sure Mayson is going to try to avoid me again, but it’s not going to work. She better be home by the time I get there because if not I’ll go find her and drag her back.
Luckily, when I get home the lights are on so either she’s home or she wanted to make it seem like she is.
When I walk in, I hear her music playing and I wonder if I’m about to find her in the bathtub again.
As much as I would love to take advantage of having her naked in front of me, part of me hopes she doesn’t make it that easy for me.
I did make one stop on my way home at the Halloween supply store because as annoyed as I am about the expectations of the upcoming holiday, I have plans for my roommate. I toss the mask I bought on the counter before making my way upstairs to find her.
I’m thankful of my past self that changed the lock on her door to only lock from the outside before I brought her here. I knew I wouldn’t want her to be able to restrict my access to her. As much as she wants to deny it she wants me to have that access.
When I try to push open the door, there’s resistance like she put something in front of it. I push again, and it’s clearly something large, my guess is her dresser. I chuckle at her attempt to keep me out.
“Mayson,” I call out between the crack in the door.
“I’m busy,” she calls back over the music, and my blood boils.
“Open the fucking door,” I demand.
“No, my guest won’t like that very much.”
Guest? What the fuck?
“I don’t give a fuck. Open the door.”
“Nope, like I said, I’m busy.”
I strain my ears, listening for any other voice, but the music is so loud, if they’re speaking quietly I won’t hear them. The only thing I can think of is that she’s in there with another man.
And that’s enough to set my blood on fucking fire.
I ram my shoulder into the door, feeling the object give slightly. I know it’ll only take a couple more before I can bust in there.
“It’ll only be worse if I have to break down the fucking door,” I threaten, ramming into it again.
“I swear to you, Mayson, if you have a guy in there he’s dead and then I’ll take care of you in a different way.”
Another ram into the door.
One more, and I’m sure I’ll have enough room to get in.
I give her a few more seconds to make a decision, but I’m done being patient. I’ve been forced to have her around me for years, unable to do anything about it and now here we are and I can do whatever I want.
One more solid push and the door is open enough for me to get into the room.
I look around, searching for anyone else that shouldn’t be in here, but it’s just Mayson.
She’s sitting on her bed, she looks a mixture of mad and smug.
I take in her appearance because I know what my girl looks like freshly fucked, and she’s clearly not.
Her hair is wet from the shower, and her clothes are in place while she sits with her arms resting on her knees, glaring at me.
“Where’s your guest?” I sneer, searching the room for any sign of another person.
She just shrugs. She. Fucking. Shrugs.
“Mayson,” I say darkly, slowly starting to stalk toward her. “You said you had a guest, so where is he?”
The side of her mouth quirks. “I never said it was a guy.”
“Then where is she ?”
Again, she shrugs.
And that’s what does me in. I’m on the bed, pinning her down within a second as she tries to fight me off.
“You can’t keep manhandling me. Get off,” she squeals as I continue to pin her wrists to the bed, with my knees framing her hips .
Mayson is trying to wiggle and kick underneath me, but it doesn’t work, and she knows it won’t. We’ve been in this position before, and yet she still thinks it’ll be different.
“You like it when I manhandle you, and if you were in danger then whoever your guest is can come and save you.”
“I’ll scream.”
“Please do.”
“Why’re you so disgusting?”
“Why do you like it?”
She snaps her mouth shut, going right back to glaring at me, but I know there’s no real heat behind it. The only thing she’s telling me with her eyes is how badly she wants me.
“Tell me something.” I lean over her, bringing our faces close together, our chests touching so I feel the rapid rise and fall of hers. “Was this guest going to touch you?”
“Yeah, they were going to do everything you’ll never get to do again,” she spits.
“That so? They were going to slide their hand in your pants, and feel how wet your needy little cunt is like I did this morning?”
“Yup, but it would be even more wet for them because they aren’t you.”
I chuckle. “Yeah? Some faceless, nameless person can make you come better than I can?”
“ Anyone can make me come better than you.”
“You’re such a bad liar,” I huff, maneuvering myself between her thighs and pressing myself against her even more. “You think I don’t know how you enjoyed watching me practice in a half shirt?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh babe, we really need to work on your lying.” I shake my head, sitting up. Before she can even register what’s happening I flip her onto her stomach and press my weight against her back.
She flails around clawing at the bed and trying to buck me off, but it’s not going to happen. And we both know it. I press my hand between her shoulder blades as I get to my knees, making sure she doesn’t go anywhere.
“Don’t move,” I tell her. “I’m going to prove to you and whoever your mysterious guest is that the only person who can make you come is me .”