Chapter 14
Briggs
Ella called me before the game and told me her dad’s girlfriend was asking her questions about Finn’s Range Rover.
I told Ella not to worry about it, but shit — this could be it — the thing that leads to us being found out.
If this woman starts digging around for body shop records, she’ll find out Finn’s Range Rover was taken in right after the accident.
If she fixes the video from the gas station and sees us on it, it’s over.
The cops will be at our doors, and we’ll all be hauled off to jail.
My dad will bail me out, then beat the living shit out of me for harming his precious image.
I can’t think about that. I have a game to win.
It’s half over, and we’re way ahead, but there’s a chance the other team could come back and win if I don’t stay focused.
I took about a half dozen painkillers to get through this.
My stomach and lower back still hurt like hell from my father’s fit of rage the other night.
He hasn’t talked to me since. He’s been going to work early in the morning and not getting home until late at night.
There must be something going on at the office.
He’s always worked a lot, but not this much.
“Time out for injury!” the ref yells.
I look down the field and see a guy from the other team on the ground, clutching his ribcage.
We all walk to the sidelines. I look up at the bleachers and see Ella in the top row.
I can’t believe she showed up. She hates sports, especially rugby, but she really wanted to see me play.
I didn’t want to disappoint her, which is why I downed all the painkillers.
I wouldn’t have played well without them. I was in too much fucking pain.
When I met Ella at the park last night, I wanted her so damn bad.
I wanted her the second I saw her. Then I kissed her and slid my hand under her skirt and realized she wasn’t wearing panties, and shit — I don’t think I’ve ever been that turned on.
My cock was begging to be inside her, but I couldn’t do it.
I was in too much pain. The metal lining of the truck bed was digging into the bruises on my back when she was on top of me.
I thought of flipping her over, but there was no way I could thrust into her with the shooting pain in my gut.
Just turning on my side was killing me. I could’ve fought through the pain, but she would’ve noticed.
When she touched my back, it was like she lit a match on it, scorching the top layer of freshly bruised skin.
If it hurt that bad, just having her touch me, there’s no way I could’ve had sex with her.
I’m better now, but not to the point where I could have sex with Ella without her noticing how much pain I’m in. She notices everything, which makes it nearly impossible to hide stuff from her.
“Everyone back in the game!” Coach yells.
We finish it up and win. I managed to make it one of my best games ever, despite the pain coming back in the last few minutes.
“See you at the party?” Parker asks, slinging his gym bag over his shoulder.
“I need to go home first. I’ll be there later.”
“Why do you need to go home?”
“I’m starving. I need to eat.”
“You can eat at my house. Finn’s meeting me there. He’s bringing pizza. After we eat, we’ll go to the party.”
“I don’t want to get there that early.”
“It’ll be like nine before we’re there.”
“Yeah, that’s too early.”
“But you’ll be there, right?”
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.”
When he’s gone, I text Ella. What’d you think of the game?
You were amazing! She texts back. You’re the reason we won!
For some reason, hearing her tell me I’m amazing holds a lot more weight than if anyone else said it. I feel myself smiling as I text her back. What are you doing tonight?
Haven’t decided. Just got home.
You should come over. I grab my gym bag and head out of the locker room.
Aren’t you going to a party?
I’m going later. I’m on my way home.
Is your dad there?
He’s at a banquet for one of his clients. We got the house to ourselves.
I’ll meet you there.
On the drive home, I’m thinking about Ella’s body and the way it felt to slide my hands up her skirt and find out she wasn’t wearing panties.
By the time I pull up to my house, my cock is pushing against my gym shorts, desperate to be inside her.
I might just have to fight through the pain and do it.
I go in the house and check that my dad’s not there, then run upstairs to my room and shut all the blinds to cut off any light from the street.
If we do this, the room has to be dark. I can’t let Ella see me.
If she sees the bruises, she’ll know they’re not from rugby, or she’ll at least question it.
I don’t want her questioning it. I don’t want her mind coming up with ways those bruises might’ve got there, or who put them there.
The doorbell rings, and I hurry down the stairs to answer it, each step causing pain to shoot through my abs and along my back.
I open the door, and Ella jumps into my arms. “You were so awesome tonight! Why didn’t you tell me you were that good?”
Her arms are around my back, right over the bruise, causing a sharp pain that doesn’t let up.
“How do you know I was good?” I gently pull away. “You don’t know anything about rugby.”
“I know enough to know what was going on. And I heard the people around me saying this was the best game you’ve ever played.”
“I might’ve been trying to impress you.” I take her hand and head to the stairs.
“Briggs Chadwick was trying to impress me? That’s a first.”
I keep hold of her hand as we go up the stairs.
“Where are you taking me?” she asks.
“To my room.”
“What are we going to do there?”
“I’m going to tear your clothes off and kiss all the spots that make you moan.”
She breaks from my hand and runs to my room.
I find her on my bed, sitting up on her elbows.
“In a hurry?” I say, smiling at her.
“No. You were just walking too slow.”
I shut off the light switch on the wall.
“It’s too dark,” I hear her say. “I can’t see you.”
“I like it dark.” I feel for her on the bed, finding her waist and sliding her shirt up.
I kiss her stomach, then up to her tits.
I shove her bra down and flick my tongue over her nipple.
I hear her breath catch and feel her hips rising off the bed.
She’s wearing a skirt like the one she had on last night.
Thinking about what’s under it has me so damn turned on, there’s no way I can stop this.
I was going to take care of her and then say I had to go, but I can’t do it.
I need to be inside her. I don’t care how much it hurts. I’ll fight through the pain.
When I’ve got her shirt and bra off and have played with her tits until she’s panting and begging for more, I move down her legs and shove up her skirt.
Just like I was hoping, she’s not wearing panties.
Before I got to know Ella, I never in a million years would’ve guessed she’d walk around without panties.
And I definitely wouldn’t have guessed I’d be going down on her in my bed on a Friday night.
Seriously, how the hell did this happen?
All I know is, I’m not sorry it did. I love this damn girl.
I love that she’s smart and competitive and doesn’t back down.
I love that she challenges me, questions me, and makes me want to keep going when I feel like I want to end it.
And I love her body. Goddamn, I love her body.
I love the sounds she makes when I touch her, and the way her breath changes, and how she grabs hold of the bed when she comes, like right now.
“Oh God,” she says, breathing hard. “That was . . . wow.”
I lay beside her. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“You might be better at that than rugby.” She turns to me, her hand rubbing over my cock. “I’m ready for more.”
I’m dying for more, but the pain in my gut is getting worse. I’m just going to have to deal with it.
“Why don’t we try something new?”
“Like what?”
I get off the bed, thinking I’ll have less pressure on my bruises if we do this standing up.
“Where’d you go?” she asks, feeling for me in the dark.
“Get on your hands and knees and put that beautiful ass in front of me.”
I feel the bed move as she positions herself. “Wait, I need to take off my skirt.”
“Leave it. I like it on.” I feel her in front of me and shove her skirt up. I grab her hips and pull her toward me. I’m about to slide my cock in her, then stop, reaching over to the nightstand.
“Briggs?”
“Condom,” I say, hurrying to put it on.
I take hold of my cock and run it up and down her slit, teasing her before sliding it in.
“Briggs,” she moans as I sink inside her.
Damn, she feels good, and doing it this way, I’m in a lot less pain than if we were lying down.
And I love having her tight little ass where I can grab it and run my hands over it.
As I thrust into her, I feel her sliding forward.
I take hold of her hips and pull her into me, going even deeper.
She makes that sexy moan I love so much, and her breaths are getting faster.
I slowly pull out of her and hear her softly whimper.
I smile at that, then slide back inside her.
I’m loving this so much I want to keep it going, but my cock doesn’t want to wait.
I pump into her, hard and fast, keeping a tight grip on her hips. I feel it coming. Damn, I’ve missed this. She fits me perfectly. I try to slow down, but it’s full speed ahead.
“Fuck,” I mutter, keeping hold of her as I ride it through to the end, coming so hard I struggle to remain standing. I take a moment to breathe, then slide out of her. “Be right back.”
I go to the bathroom to toss the condom, and when I come back out, I see the light by the bed is on. I hurry back into the bathroom, standing by the door. “Did you turn a light on?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Turn it off.”
“Then you won’t be able to see.”
“I don’t need to see. Turn it off.”