Chapter 37
CHAPTER 37
T he day I got my acceptance letter to BU, my mother cried. Effectively, her little boy was a man leaving the nest. The night before my parents dropped me off for training camp, they sat me down for the talk. It's the same talk that every young man receives at some point. Use protection, get consent, being under the influence doesn’t equal consent, treat her like a lady etc. Unbeknownst to my sweet mom, Dad had that exact talk with me when I turned fifteen after I asked him to use the car on my first date. We agreed to keep the conversation between us “men”. It’s comical to look back on now, especially as I hold Maci naked in my arms.
The memory filtered through my mind while I reflected on last night. We didn’t use a condom since Maci was on birth control. My new breeding kink came out hard. It was taking everything in me to not crawl into the bathroom and pop out every single pill in the packet and flush them. I’m not an idiot. I know we are not ready to be parents. It’s the primal part of my hindbrain that can’t seem to get the image of my cum dripping out of her pussy from my mind. Now that we’ve done it once, I want to stuff her full of it every night.
Our time will come . For now, we have two weeks until the univer sity goes on winter break. Meaning, Maci must play in our last game before the playoff season. She’s ready, even if she may not realize it yet. On top of our regular workouts, she has been skating on her own whenever she gets a chance. One of us accompanies her when she does, and on more than one occasion, the guys have gotten on the ice with her, too.
I planned to get the guys together tonight so we can go over the logistics of my plan and work on shift changes with Maci. Cooper will be in the goal, so he isn’t essential for tonight, but I would like to include him. Lately, I’ve noticed he’s pulled away from the group. It’s been subtle, but his happy-go-lucky attitude has disappeared. He spends more time alone in his room than in the past. Crew thinks that he’s stressed from his junior capstone course for his geology major—yeah, Cooper is one of those crazy rock guys.
Most of the team picked basic majors in hopes of never needing to use their degree, but our own little Cooper picked one of the hardest next to premed. During freshman year, a joke went around the athletic department that the Geology 101 course was easy. Rocks for jocks! Was yelled in the lecture hall nearly every day the first few weeks until the first exam came out. It was fucking hard, and I barely passed. They asked about striations and sediments and how to differentiate between them. It took hours of studying for me to scrape by. Three of the football starters failed and had to ride the bench for the first half of the season. It was a mess. Not for Cooper, though. He aced the class. Apparently, he has always been into rocks. Crew mentioned even now he goes out to the quarry to look for rocks for his collection. I have no room to talk. His obsession is rocks and mine is getting Maci’s rocks off.
Carefully, I untangled myself from Maci’s sleeping form. She slept like the dead. Kissing her forehead softly, I slipped out of bed and rummaged through my dresser for a pair of clean boxers and clothes .
After dressing, I made my way down to the kitchen. The island had become our metaphorical round table. For the last two years, we gathered around it for meals, celebratory shots, homework help, and house meetings. Seeing the guys spread around it brought a smile to my face. Crew joked with Cooper, who was smiling for once and Axel shoved a mountain of eggs into his mouth while listening to Jackson tell some story.
“Hey,” I slapped Crew on the back and gave Axel a high-five in greeting before getting some juice from the fridge.
“Alright boys, I need your help,” pulling out a barstool, I wedged myself between Axel and Cooper.
Cooper rolled his eyes. “Now what?”
Ignoring him and his poor attitude, I launched into my plan for having Maci play with us next week. The guys were receptive, minus Cooper, who tried to point out every fucking flaw in my plan like I hadn’t already thought of it.
“I’m going to make sure she and Kennedy come to our game tomorrow. That way, she can learn our line shifts and Coach’s demeanor during gameplay.”
The group hummed their agreement. “Make sure she sits away from Coach Grimes during the game. Even though he barely looks at the bench, he’ll notice if I suddenly lack stubble and have baby skin,” Jackson added.
“Good point. Can you sit with the Team USA coach? I can count on you to be a good liaison?”
Jackson nodded, “I know things have been rocky, but the last thing I would do is intentionally sabotage my twin. Plus, Dad would’ve loved this, not playing with the guys' part, but the whole Team USA thing.”
“We’ve all got Baby Rae’s back. On that ice she’ll be untouchable,” Axel stated, standing. “Do you need us all to skate with her again?”
I nodded. “I was about to ask that. I think it would be good for us to run through it with her a couple more times over t he next week. Maybe tonight and then again, before she plays with us for real.”
“What am I doing?” Maci interjected, entering the room. Her hair was piled up on top of her head in a messy bun and she was wearing one of my shirts and leggings. It was adorable. I wish she would only wear my clothes.
“Figuring out how to get you a gold medal,” Cooper informed her, slurping the last of his cereal. Jackson screwed up his face in disgust and Maci laughed.
“What’s the plan this time?” She leaned over me, taking my orange juice for herself. I swatted her ass, and she shot me a scathing look. The others didn’t notice making me smirk.
“Ass,” she mouthed.
I pretended to bite the air by her shoulder, and she shoved me.
Jackson filled Maci in on our plan and we agreed to meet up at the ice rink later that night to practice. Maci, Crew, Cooper, and Axel left, leaving Jackson and me alone in the kitchen. It’s been a while since the two of us have had one-on-one time.
His knuckles were bruised, and I motioned to them, “What the fuck is up with that?”
I’ve never been one to sugarcoat things. No use starting now. Ever since Crew pointed it out to me, I’ve paid attention to Jackson more. He has been showing up more frequently with bruises and cuts in odd places.
He shrugged. “I’ve been boxing in the gym. I haven’t ordered gloves yet.” He stood, ending our conversation by exiting the kitchen.
There was no reason not to, but I didn’t believe him. Jackson wasn’t a brute. That was mine or Axel’s job. Plus, it’s not like Jackson Rae would be in some kind of underground fight club or something. Now that would be hilarious.