Chapter 46
AVERY
It feels like a godsend that Rawley is even listening to my explanation, let alone being sweet and kind about it.
Why did I ever shut us down?
I’ve owned a big part of my mistake, but now—I need to gamble it all. Lay my cards on the table.
The signs are already good, with his arm firmly around me and his eyes looking intensely at the hand I have on his leg.
“What if I want something different from that?” I ask.
“What do you…want?” His voice is slow, but if I’m not wrong, it holds a twang of hope.
Here goes nothing.
“My ‘no dating athletes’ rule—I’m ready to end it.”
He visibly swallows, his eyes searching mine. “Okay?”
“I realized it was kind of arbitrary. That what makes someone a good partner has nothing to do with whether they play sports or not.”
“Agreed.”
A twinge of nerves shoots through me, knowing what I’m going to say may fall flat, but I push through it.
“And also, there might be this athlete I want to date for real?”
It takes him a moment to move past his clear surprise, but then his eyes light up with—is that joy?
“Is there now?” he gasps out, the hope rich in his voice now.
I bring my head an inch closer, my voice more confident.
“He’s sweet, and hilarious, and makes a mean seafood dish.”
His lips finally start to curl up into a smile. “Go on.”
I keep my voice at a whisper. “I like him. A lot.”
“And—” He smiles wide.
“I also have this silly shirt to represent him, us.”
He lets out a quick laugh at that. “It’s a banger, that shirt.”
Now assured in where we’re headed here, I grin back. “Do you think he might ignore how dumb I’ve been?”
“Maybe.” His tone is playful.
“Might forgive me for shutting things down?”
“Maybe.”
“Might give me a chance to make this right?”
“I’m betting on that, yes.”
I let out a happy sigh, lifting my hand to touch the side of his face.
“Thank you.”
He drops his forehead against mine, and we enjoy the connection for a couple of seconds.
And then his mouth starts drifting toward mine. I lean up to meet it, and unlike any of our prior kisses, it starts so soft. A brush back and forth.
“I missed you,” he says faintly.
“Me too.”
With my matching confession, he presses our mouths together, guiding his tongue inside me. He moans as I do the same, but it’s the pull on my chest that I notice most as we claim each other’s mouths for the first time in weeks.
The honesty of our conversation, the clarity of where we’re at now—this kiss is sealing our understanding. And I let myself feel all of it.
I run my hand through his brown curls and pull his mouth closer to mine, if that’s even possible. He moans again, his hand dropping to my ass.
As he squeezes me there, he pulls his mouth away, eyes dilated, lips swollen.
“Tell me, Avie, this guy, is he fucking awesome in bed?” Squeeze.
I laugh.
“I can’t recall. Maybe he should refresh my memory.”
He looks at me, excited but cautious. Like he’s trying to decipher my exact meaning. “As in, now?”
This isn’t what I intended for my stadium visit, but also, it’s been weeks…
“Or later tonight? At home?” I reply, since at least then we’d have a bed, and more time to reconnect.
He shakes his head, disappointment apparent. “I’m still required to be at the training camp hotel until Sunday. With no visitors.”
Oh, of course. And I have a game on Sunday night. Best option is…
“Now, then?”
His eyes light up again. “Really? You sure?”
Honestly, I’m more worried about him really wanting to. I’ve kind of put him through the ringer the last three weeks. “I mean, are you sure?”
“Fuck yes, are you kidding me?”
I guess that answers that.
“Okay, then yes. Lock the door.”
He doesn’t protest again, just goes over to the door and locks it.
I stand and strip off my Avley shirt as he walks back toward me.
“Don’t tell me to slow down,” I say to him, teasing. “We’re probably on borrowed time in this locker room.”
“Yes ma’am,” he says as he pulls his own shirt off, before grabbing my face and bending down to kiss me.
Our natural momentum backs me into a locker, which causes a bang at my contact.
We freeze at the sound. “What if someone hears us in here?” I ask.
“Shower?” he suggests after contemplating for a second. “We can turn on the water to mask the sound.”
“Yes, perfect.”
He grabs my left hand and pulls me in that direction. In the meantime, I somehow manage to unhook my bra with my right hand.
Twisting the handle in the nearest shower so the water comes on, he turns back to me. My upper body is now bare, a fact he apparently missed in his hurry.
A dark look comes into his eyes with the sight of me. “Jesus, look at how gorgeous you are.”
Closing the gap between us, he takes my mouth again and raises a hand to play with each of my nipples. I feel the wetness building between my legs at the spikes of pleasure.
His tongue is deep in my mouth now, and I push my tingling pussy against his tree trunk of a leg, needy for friction. He senses exactly what I’m doing and shifts his leg right between mine.
So so good.
I rock against him, once, twice. From this angle, I can also feel how hard he’s getting, his erection hitting the top of my hip. We’re not going to last long at this rate.
Ripping our mouths apart, I try to restore our plan. “Should we actually get in the shower?”
“Okay,” he says in a long breath, panting. We both look down at where our bodies are meeting, still clothed.
“Guess we better get naked first,” I joke.
“You don’t have to ask me twice, Avie.”
We tear off our shorts, my panties sliding down with mine, and his boxers following quickly after.
I’m now free to admire his masculine beauty in full flush, his body lined with chiseled muscles, his heavy erection bobbing in front of him.
In turn, his face lights up with affection and hunger as he takes me in.
How could I ever have pushed this man away?
He twists to test the water. “Warm now, thank fuck.”
I follow him in the stall, putting my own hands out to get them wet, before I realize something. “I need to try to keep my hair dry, because we don’t even have towels.” Whoops, poor planning.
“No problem,” he says, backing me up against the wall of the shower furthest from the water nozzle. “I’ll block the water for you.”
“Mmm, okay,” I say as he presses his body flush against me, my back hitting the tile.
And then we’re kissing. Deeply, passionately…but only for a minute before he ends it.
I’m not sure why, until he starts sliding down to his knees. “I need to taste you, Avie. Remember how you feel on my tongue.”
When his knees reach the ground, he brings his hands to my hips, keeping me in place before dipping his head between my legs.
There’s a flick of his tongue, and it’s in the perfect spot, making my knees almost buckle. And then again, and again.
I can’t see what he’s doing, which almost makes it hotter.
His voice comes out muffled. “This pussy. My favorite flavor. I could do this all day.”
Squeezing my hips tighter, he leans his face into me more, sucking, tasting, exploring with increased fervor. I’m in the best kind of agony, especially after the weeks apart.
Except—we don’t really have time for this.
“Rawley, come up here. Please?” I tug on the side of his arms to emphasize my request.
He obliges, slower than I want, seemingly reluctant to leave. “I’ll agree, in protest.” He chuckles lightly as he stands up. “I wanted to feel you come on my mouth again.”
Now that he’s at his full height, only inches separate us. I clasp his hard erection in my hand. “How about on your cock instead?”
His eyes go molten. “Shit, yes.” Crushing a kiss on my lips, he rocks in my hand, back and forth a couple times.
But then he freezes. “Oh, I don’t have a condom. Damn it.”
Our eyes meet. “It’s okay. I have an IUD, and I’m definitely clean.”
“Me too. You’re really okay with that?” His eyes bore into mine, seeking confirmation.
“Yes.” I’ve never done this with another guy, but I trust Rawley; the thought of him spilling into me surprisingly turns me on.
“I never could have imagined this day would end like this.” Smiling, he leans down for another kiss, before putting his hands on my hips and attempting to wrap my legs around him.
I have a different idea though. I turn in the opposite direction, my hands spread flat on the tile. “How is this?”
“Hot as fuck.”
I tilt my hips up, and he positions us so he can enter me from behind. I feel him push inside, with all the delicious fullness amplified because I know it’s just him, no condom.
“You’re so…” He doesn’t finish the sentence as he drives in and out of me slowly.
He gives another huff and then I’m filled completely. “Holy shit.” He stills for a second. “Can you come like this, Avie, because I’m not lasting long?”
“Yes, just keep moving.” I pull a hand off the wall and start rubbing my clit as he picks up his pace. Pounding in and out, in and out.
“The sight of you touching yourself, while I’m inside you…I’m going to live on that for the rest of camp,” he gasps. “But don’t worry, I’m going to fill this pussy so good. Leave you dripping with me.”
I guess the real relationship version of Rawley is extra chatty.
I love it though. His words, combined with his movements inside me and the touch of my hand, bring me over the top.
“Oh my…”
“I know, Avie. Let go.”
I tremble as he increases his speed again. He must feel me tighten around him because I hear him grunt.
“Fuck.” His motions become more erratic as I feel the warmth of his cum hit inside me.
He keeps going until all of his release is emptied, and it adds to my own pleasure to know he’s been so undone by me, by us.
When we both finally stop, he glides his big hands from my hips to the top of my back, as if to make sure I’m real.
“You okay?” His voice is full of adoration, affection.
“Very.”
“Good.”
“And I don’t think any water got on my hair at all, so thank you,” I tease.
He chuckles. “Anything for you.”
He pulls out of me, and I can feel more keenly the wetness he’s leaving behind. So can he apparently, because when I turn around to face him again, he’s studying the evidence visible between my legs.
“I—” he starts to say, but then stops.
“What?” I ask softly.
He doesn’t respond with words, instead rubbing two fingers where our combined pleasure has mixed together against my skin. Then he brings those fingers to his mouth, and sucks.
“Oh—” The sound of me gasping fills the shower.
He draws his fingers out of his mouth. Blushing.
“I wanted to see what it tasted like. Us.”
New kink unlocked, I guess.
“It’s hot, Rawley,” I reassure him.
“Oh, yeah—”
And then he’s on his knees, head leaning toward my dripping core, before…
I feel his hot tongue lick more of the mixture painting my thighs, my pussy.
Holy crap.
My nerve endings start lighting up again, and I bring a hand to his brown curls, now damp.
Knock, knock.
Crap, someone’s at the locker room door.
“This is security, is anyone in there?” comes a man’s voice.
“Oh shit,” Rawley says to me as he pops back to his feet and slams the water off.
I realize that since this is the women’s locker room, I’m the one who should probably answer.
“Yes, one minute,” I shout, hoping to keep the staffer from coming in.
We scramble to put on our clothes, and I think Rawley forgets his boxers. I’m moving too fast to be sure.
Doesn’t matter, at this point.
Rawley’s the one who opens the door after turning the lock, both of us barely holding in giggles as the security man appears on the other side.
At first, his brow is raised, but he sees it’s Rawley and me, and an “oh” slips out of his mouth.
“Would you mind keeping this to yourself?” implores Rawley.
The guy nods his head, eyes wide, so Rawley grabs my hand, pulling me forward into the hall.
Ten minutes later, we’re driving out of the stadium in my car, on the way to his training camp hotel.
And making plans for him to come to my Sunday night game.