Chapter 36 Chelsea
Chelsea
AS I STRIDE down the hallway toward the designated meeting spot with Luca, my heart and mind are racing, neck and neck, like two horses barreling toward a finish line.
Immediately after Luca left the field an hour ago, Raul came over and confirmed Luca’s fantastic news, so I already know what he’s going to tell me.
I’d guessed before Raul told me, of course, thanks to the gleeful look on Luca’s glowing face when he told me to meet him.
But Raul saying the words I’ve longed to hear for so long felt like a sky full of fireworks going off inside my chest, all the same.
With each passing week of our standoff, I’ve missed Luca more and more—to the point where I’ve almost broken my vow of silence several times.
At this point, even if Luca doesn’t come through with the best grovel ever, like he promised just now, I fear I’m going to forgive him nonetheless.
I miss him just that much, my integrity be damned.
Especially now that Luca’s made it onto the roster—wahoo!
—keeping my distance from him seems kind of pointless.
During the most recent weeks of my torture, the thing that kept me standing strong was knowing Luca was killing it in every scrimmage like never before and any change to his habits and routines might screw things up for him.
What if I broke my vow of silence and promptly ruined his good luck?
I’d never forgive myself. And so, I stayed the course.
Not only because of my vow of silence, but for him.
But now, with this amazing news, his good luck has surely reset!
So, what’s to keep me from breaking down now, other than my desire to be right?
Frankly, at this point, being right doesn’t feel quite as fulfilling as it once did.
I stop at the door to our designated meeting spot and take a quick look around the quiet hallway. When the hallway is predictably empty, thanks to this being the forgotten area of the facility, I open the door and slip inside.
Luca.
He’s already here and beaming brighter than the sun on the summer solstice.
Instantly, every molecule inside me wants to barrel to him, throw my arms around him, and congratulate him.
I want to kiss his soft lips and whisper, “I’ve always believed in you.
You totally deserve this, Luca. You’ve earned it!
” But instead, I force myself to lock the door behind me and bite my tongue, since hopefully this is the last time I’ll need to do that in his presence.
“Like I said, I got some fantastic news,” Luca begins excitedly, practically hopping up and down.
“But before I tell it to you, there’s something I need to do first.” His chest rising and falling, he steps closer to me and slowly sinks to his knees with a wide smile on his face that makes his dimples pop.
As my body shudders with anticipation, he looks up at me with sparkling, earnest brown eyes and whispers, “Chelsea Parker, I’m pregnant with your baby. ”
Goddamn this man! A tiny chuckle breaks free against my will, and I swat his shoulder while Luca laughs heartily.
After taking a moment to compose himself, Luca cocks his head and furrows his brow.
“Actually, I have a brilliant idea. As long as I’m down here, and they say communication is ninety percent nonverbal …
” He pauses to pointedly stare at my crotch.
“I’m thinking, ‘Why not deliver my grovel in two parts?’” He looks up at me with burning eyes, his expression unmistakably sexual and heated.
“First, with my mouth and fingers, and then, with all the grovel-y words you’ve so rightly demanded.
” When I don’t react, at least not visibly, Luca smiles lasciviously and coos, “What do you say, baby? I know you’re still a sworn monk around me until my grovel sets you free to speak again, but give me a little nod of consent if a two-part grovel is acceptable to you.
” A wide, cocky grin overtakes his gorgeous face in response to whatever micro-expression he’s seeing on my face.
“Is that a yes? God, I hope so, because the limit to my hunger for your pussy does not exist.”
Talk about a sexy offer. If Luca had suggested eating me out as part of his grovel weeks ago, I probably would have slapped him for his audacity. But at this point, Luca’s offer isn’t one I’ve got the willpower to refuse.
With a sigh, I nod slowly and punctuate my consent by running my fingers through the top of his thick, dark hair, and that one simple touch visibly ignites something feral in his brown eyes.
With a long, shuddering exhale, one that makes it clear he’s now hard as a rock, Luca leans in and kisses the fabric of my shorts covering my pubic bone.
“Chelsea Parker,” he murmurs like he’s reciting a sacred prayer.
With one more kiss to my lower pelvis, he pulls back and begins slowly unbuttoning my shorts. When he slides them down, I kick them off and to the side, and he then links his thumbs beneath the elastic waistband of my panties and starts pulling them down.
With my bottom half naked and bared to him, Luca lays a string of gentle but greedy kisses up my inner thigh—a series of nips, licks, and laps of his tongue that make my knees wobble so badly, I have to grip the top of his head to steady myself.
Luca’s kisses on my thighs soon become heated and voracious, so much so he’s begun groaning loudly with his onslaught.
Or, heck, maybe the noises he’s making are at a normal volume, and my silence is what’s making them seem like they’re bouncing off the damned walls.
Either way, his sexy groans and exhales are music to my ears—confirmation that he’s every bit as desperate and turned on as me.
Finally, Luca dives into his hungry work. With two fingers baring his meal to him, he licks and laps at my swollen clit with a wide and greedy tongue so enthusiastically, I now have to grip his hair like a lifeline to remain upright.
“Oh, God,” Luca grits out, sounding very much like he’s the one getting oral sex. “Fuck yeah. So good.”
A soft whimper escapes me. Damn it! I bite my tongue to keep my mouth from betraying me again. But it’s abundantly clear that one little sound is only the beginning, since it only spurred Luca on and made him determined to get more.
As my pleasure and begrudging noises both ramp up, Luca eats me more energetically while also groaning louder and louder.
It’s too much. Especially after all the weeks I’ve had to watch him looking hot in practices and then head home to pleasure myself to fantasies about him.
In record speed, a soul-combusting orgasm hits me like a tsunami.
One that releases with wave after wave of nearly violent pleasure.
As I come, Luca grips my ass fiercely while I clutch his head and moan from the depths of my soul.
And when my pleasure subsides, Luca looks up at me reverently, his chin and lips slick and his dark eyes earnest.
“Chelsea Parker,” he whispers solemnly. “I beg you to please forgive me for saying that horrible, inexcusable thing about you and Moriarty. I know you’d never do that.
And I know it’s your choice to stay or go or do whatever the hell you want with your life.
Because it’s your life. Your dreams. And I’m just here to help you make them come true, in any way I can.
Please, have mercy on me, Chelsea Parker.
I swear I’ll never say or do anything hurtful to you, ever again, or show you an ounce of disrespect as long as we both shall live.
I swear it on the most holy thing imaginable—and by that, I mean I swear it on Brutus Buckeye. ”
I can’t help giggling at his reference to Ohio State’s goofy mascot.
I must admit—that was a damned good grovel.
Even better than I thought it’d be. But even so, I feel like Winnie-the-Pooh standing here with only my shirt on, so before I reply to him, I quickly throw on my panties and shorts, push Luca down to a sitting position, and then take a straddling seat on his lap.
“You’re forgiven,” I whisper once I’m situated and our noses are touching. After rubbing my nose against his, I slide my arms around his neck and softly kiss his cheek. “Thank you. That was an excellent grovel.”
He pecks my lips. “You deserve nothing but the best.”
“There’s one thing you got wrong, however.” I slide my fingertip underneath his stubbled chin to make him look me in the eyes. “It’s not accurate to say I’d ‘never’ get with Moriarty, actually, considering I’ve now fucked that man at least twenty times to punish you for what you said to me.”
Luca’s jaw drops and his face instantly drains of color. “What?” he chokes out.
“That was a joke,” I say calmly. “Consider that your final punishment.”
Exhaling loudly, Luca closes his eyes and tilts his head back.
“You look like a man who just cheated death by an inch.”
“That’s how I feel. Jesus, Chelsea.”
“FYI, if you ever hurt me again, whether it’s supposedly for my own good or not, I might very well go fuck that asshole, even though I hate him, just to prove a point.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Luca winces. “If I’ve learned anything about you through this, it’s that you’d rather die than lose. Seriously, Chelsea, you’re the female version of Roman.”
I grimace. “What did I just say about saying something hurtful to me again?”
Luca chuckles. “Sorry, but it’s true.”
I run my hand through his hair again. “I’ll have mercy on you this one time, but only because I’m so excited about your amazing news. Raul told me. Congratulations. I knew you’d do it.” I kiss him tenderly, and we hold each other for a long moment.
When I pull back from our embrace and happy whispers, I smooth a lock of hair out of Luca’s eyes and ask, “Have you been with anyone else since you heartlessly broke up with me?”
Luca scowls like that’s a ridiculous question. “Of course not. And I didn’t break up with you. Not really. I merely set you free. Tried to, anyway.”