Chapter 36 Rodriguez
RODRIGUEZ
She’s wrecked.
I can see it in the way her body trembles when I touch her, in the way her breathing hasn’t quite steadied even after our break, in the flush that spreads from her cheeks all the way down her chest.
Four orgasms. Four times I’ve made her fall apart in my arms tonight.
And I’m about to do it one more time.
“I can’t—” she starts, and her voice is already hoarse.
“You can.” I settle over her, braced on my forearms so I’m not crushing her. “I’ll go so slow.” I brush her hair back from her face, still damp with sweat. “I want to look at you for this one. Want to see you.”
Her eyes go soft. “Okay.”
I kiss her slowly, thoroughly, taking my time. No urgency. No desperation like the first four. Just her and me and this moment.
When I push inside her, it’s gentle. Careful. Like I’m trying to memorize exactly how she feels.
“God.” The word comes out reverent. “Every time. Every single time you feel perfect. Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”
She does. Those ice-blue eyes locked on mine while I move inside her.
“Do you know what I was thinking when I shot that empty netter?” I ask.
“What?”
“That I just made history. Five goals. First time in years.” I thrust a little deeper and she gasps.
“But the only thing I cared about was getting back here. To you. To this. I’d give back every goal, every record, every stat if it meant keeping you.
” I’m pouring everything into this now. Every feeling I have for her.
“You’re it for me, JuJu. The only one that matters. ”
She’s blinking back tears.
“I love you,” I say against her mouth. “So fucking much it scares me sometimes.”
“I love you too.”
I pick up the pace slightly, still gentle but with more purpose. My hand slides underneath her, holding her up against me.
“One more time,” I murmur. “Give me one more, baby.”
“I don’t think I—”
“You can. I know you can.”
She’s climbing again. Slowly this time, not the sharp urgency of before, but something deeper.
“I’m so close.”
“I know. Me too.” I can feel it building. “Together. We’re doing this one together.”
Her hands grip my shoulders. Her legs wrap around my waist. We’re completely tangled together.
“I love you,” she breathes.
“I love you—”
BANG BANG BANG on the wall.
“KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!”
We both freeze. Then she bursts out laughing.
“Oh my god,” she gasps, trying to muffle it against my shoulder. “Is that—”
“Dex. Definitely Dex.” I’m trying not to laugh too hard because I’m still inside her and still desperately close. “He has the room next door.”
“We should—” She’s giggling now, her whole body shaking with it. “We should be quiet.”
“Probably.” I start moving again, slowly. “Think you can be quiet?”
“I can try.”
She can’t. Within thirty seconds she’s making these breathy little sounds that are definitely not quiet.
I cover her mouth with my hand.
Her eyes go wide but there’s heat in them. Amusement mixed with arousal.
“Shh,” I whisper, still moving inside her. “You have to be quiet for me. Can you do that?”
She nods frantically.
“Good girl.” My hand is still over her mouth. “But if you get too loud, this hand stays right here. Understand?”
Another nod.
I move my hand slightly, giving her a chance.
She bites her lip hard, trying, but these little whimpers keep escaping.
“You’re fucking terrible at being quiet,” I murmur, thrusting harder. “It’s like you want the whole team to hear everything.”
She shakes her head but the whimpers get louder.
My hand goes back over her mouth. “Last warning.”
Something about it, about my hand muffling her sounds, about trying not to laugh at the absurdity, it all combines and suddenly she’s there.
She comes hard, crying out against my palm, her whole body going taut. I follow immediately, finally letting go, groaning into her neck.
We stay frozen like that. Both shaking. Both trying desperately not to make noise.
After a moment, I slowly lift my hand.
“Five,” I whisper.
“Five,” she agrees, her voice completely shot.
Then someone’s pounding on our actual door.
“Rodriguez.” Barrett’s voice. My fucking COACH is at our door. “Open up.”
Juliette’s eyes open wide in terror. “Oh my god,” she mouths silently.
“Just a minute, Coach!” I call out, trying to sound normal while still inside her. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I didn’t think Dex would actually complain about this.
I slide out of her carefully and she immediately dives under the covers, pulling them up to her chin. I grab sweatpants, pull them on commando, and crack the door open.
Barrett’s standing there in team sweats and slides, looking exhausted but also... amused?
“Coach.”
“Rodriguez.” He glances past me into the room where Juliette is clearly hiding under the covers. “And Ms. Chastain.”
A muffled squeak comes from the lump of blankets.
“Five goals,” Barrett says conversationally. “Historic night.”
“Yes, Coach.”
“The boys tell me there was... a wager involved.”
My face is on fire. “Coach—”
He holds up a hand. “I don’t need the details. But Rodriguez, son, aftercare is a real thing.”
“I am—”
“Here.” He pulls a handful of honey packets from his pocket and a hands them to me with carton of coconut water.
I stare at the honey packets in my hand. “Coach, are you giving me sex advice?”
“I’m giving you… performance optimization strategies.” His face is completely serious but his mouth is twitching. “Hydration is key. Electrolytes.”
From under the covers, Juliette makes a sound like she’s dying.
“Also,” Barrett continues, “the walls here are remarkably thin. Half the team is awake. Malone’s been live-texting.”
“Dex is live-texting our—”
“Not the specifics. Just... updates.” He clears his throat. “You might want to check the group chat.”
“Coach, I’m so sorry—”
“Don’t be sorry. Be quieter. Or at least more discreet. Also, Rodriguez?”
“Yes, Coach?”
He leans in slightly, lowers his voice. “Next time you want to try something more... advanced, there’s a shop in Vancouver. Excellent selection. Tell them Barrett sent you, they’ll give you the team discount.”
I’m completely frozen, my jaw halfway to the floor. My coach is telling me about sex shops with team discounts.
“The team... discount?”
“Twenty percent off.” He straightens up, back to business. “Now. You’ve got about six hours before the bus leaves for the airport. I suggest you both get some actual sleep.”
He turns to leave, then pauses.
“Oh, and Rodriguez? Congratulations. On the five goals.” He glances back with the tiniest smirk. “All of them.”
The door clicks shut.
I stand there holding honey packets and water, staring at the closed door.
From the bed, Juliette’s voice emerges from under the covers. “Did your coach just—”
“Give me sex tips and recommend a sex shop with a team discount? Yes.”
“I’m never leaving this room. Actually, I’m never leaving this BED.”
“He brought you honey packets.”
She pulls the covers down just enough to peek out. “Why does Coach Barrett know about honey packets for sex?”
“I don’t want to think about it.”
“Oh my god, Romeo, what if Coach Barrett is like... a freak?”
“Stop.”
“What if he has a whole secret life? What if that’s why he never remarried?”
“JuJu, please—”
“What if he has a dungeon?”
“I’m begging you to stop.”
“A sex dungeon. Your coach has a sex dungeon.” She’s laughing now, hysteria mixed with mortification. “And he gives the team a discount at a sex shop.”
“We’re never speaking of this again.”
I climb back into bed, still holding the honey packets. “You want one?”
“I want to die of embarrassment.”
But she takes a honey packet, tears it open with her teeth. “Your coach knows we just had sex five times.”
“Our coach knows YOU just had five orgasms.”
“That’s worse!”
“That’s incredible. You’re a legend now.”
“I’m so embarrassed.”
“You’re magnificent.” I lean down to kiss her. “And Barrett’s right about one thing.”
“What?”
“We should definitely check out that shop in Vancouver.”
She hits me with a pillow.
I pull the blankets down, running a hand gently down her thigh and immediately notice the mess starting to drip out of her onto the hotel sheets.
I’m transfixed.
“Romeo?” Her voice brings me back. “What are you staring at?”
“You. This.” I swipe my finger through the mess and push it back inside her.
“Oh my god.” She laughs but it’s breathless. “Are you serious right now? After everything Barrett just said?”
“Very serious.” I do it again, watching it disappear back inside her. “I like seeing everything drip out of you. Like proof that you’re mine.”
“That’s honestly kind of disgusting.”
“You love it.”
“Unfortunately, I really do and I don’t know what that says about me.”
I can’t stop looking. Can’t stop touching. There’s something primal about it, possessive in a way I can’t quite explain.
“Okay, come on.” She pushes at my shoulder, still laughing. “You’re being weird. Take me to the bathroom before Barrett comes back to give us towel recommendations.”
I scoop her up and carry her to the bathroom, but I can’t stop looking at the mess between her legs.
“Seriously, stop staring.”
“Can’t help it.” I set her on the counter and immediately my eyes are drawn back down. “You look so fucking sexy.”
I step between her legs and use my fingers to push more back inside.
“Ew, Romeo, please, please stop—” But she’s laughing as she says it.
“Juliette.” I look up at her, suddenly serious. “I wasn’t joking in Toronto. I’m going to marry you someday.”
She goes completely still. “I know.”
“I’m going to marry you. Put a ring on your finger. Make you Mrs. Rodriguez.” I push my fingers deeper and she gasps. “We haven’t talked about kids yet, but I want those too. Want to see you pregnant with my baby.”
Her eyes are locked on mine, wide and stunned.
“This?” I pull my fingers out and hold them up between us. “This is just practice. Getting you used to the idea of being full of me.”
She stares at my fingers. Her mouth falls open slightly in shock.