Chapter 14 The Boston Game #2
“Fletcherrr,” she whined. Fletcher didn’t want to hear her voice at all.
He yanked her hips up to him and ran his hand down the spine of her back until it reached her head.
Fletcher thrusted deep inside of her. Maude cried out in pleasure as he moved in and out of her, giving her fast, deep thrusts.
She turned her head to look at him, but Fletcher pressed her head down to the bed and refused to meet her gaze.
Each thrust was a “fuck you” to his dad. For trying to control his life. For trying to interfere with his career. For hiring a private investigator to look into his best friend. For trying to use Taylor to try and scare him into obedience.
Fletcher spilled into the condom with the thought of Taylor still on his mind and immediately pulled out of her.
She turned over and looked up at him with the same kind of desire in her eyes as she did before.
The kind of look you gave someone as if you were asking them for more.
Fletcher quickly realized that she hadn’t finished, so this was her signaling to him that he needed to finish the job.
She spread his legs open for him and Fletcher internally cringed.
He thought she looked too desperate like that.
Too easy. He sat down on the bed and pulled her to straddle him as he slid his hand under her.
He moved two fingers in and out of her as he rubbed her clit, hoping to speed this up a little.
She eventually came and immediately fell slack against him. Fletcher didn’t like the way her sweaty body felt pressed to his own. He gently laid her back on the bed and gave her a quick smile. “I’m going to get a quick shower. You go ahead and order dinner,” he told her, feeling detached and numb.
Fletcher slipped off the condom and tied it up before dropping it in the trash. He was still worked up. And he only had one person on his mind. He turned the water on hot and stepped in.
He thought about Taylor in the shower that day they worked out.
And then he thought about the way Taylor smiled at him as they sat and watched hockey together on his couch.
The way he was indulgent enough to let his eyes flicker down to Taylor’s lips.
Imagining what they would feel like on his own lips. On his…
Fuck, he was hard again. Way harder than before. Fletcher threw all his inhibitions to the wind as he reached down and jerked himself off in the shower while thinking of his best friend.
* * *
“You’ve never fucked me like that before,” Maude told him later as she brought a piece of chicken to her mouth with a pair of wooden chopsticks and ate it.
Fletcher finished chewing before responding. “Like what?” he asked, trying to convince himself that he didn’t basically just use her for sex. Because he totally did.
Maude shrugged casually as she took another bite of chicken. “I dunno,” she told him. “Really intensely, I guess.”
Fletcher tried to play it off by trying to give her a flirty look. “What, you didn’t like it?”
Maude shook her head ever so slightly, as if she was trying to decide whether she did.
“It was nice. I mean, you could’ve tried to last a little longer,” she chuckled.
“But I could tell your head was elsewhere and you just needed to blow off some steam.” He was embarrassed she had caught on, suddenly feeling violated as she practically read him to filth.
Fletcher laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry. Yeah, my head’s not in it, I guess.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Your head’s not in it? Like it still isn’t, or did you just mean while we had sex?” She asked him curiously.
“While we had sex,” he answered a little too quickly.
Maude frowned slightly and let out a deep breath like she had been sitting on a huge secret. She hesitated before asking him, “Was it Taylor who was distracting you?”
She didn’t sound too upset, but Fletcher knew she would be if he lied to her. The blood drained from Fletcher’s face as he let out a gulp.
“Yeah. Him and my dad,” he told her. Not a lie, but still safe. “If I talk about it it’ll just upset me all over again,” he confessed, dancing around the truth.
“That’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. I understand,” she assured him as she took another bite. She swallowed and pondered for a minute.
“Fletcher…were you thinking of him while you were fucking me?”
He choked on his lo mein and coughed. She gave him a look that told him she already knew the answer to her question.
“Look, I really like you. Maybe a little too much,” she admitted with a hint of sadness.
“But if your heart’s not in it, then I think we need to maybe cool it off for a while.
” Fletcher didn’t even know what to say.
If he told her his heart was in it, then he would be lying.
But if he told her the truth, that he was thinking about Taylor, then it would be admitting something that would never be attainable.
* * *
The next day, she texted him.
Maude: I think we should break up. Like a clean break.
Maude: I know you’re on the ice right now, I wanted to wait to tell you after your game so you wouldn’t be overthinking things
Maude: If you have feelings for him then you need to do something. If you love someone you can’t just completely ignore those feelings
Maude: Not that I’m insinuating that you’re in love with him lol
Maude: I know it’s cheesy but you look at him like he hung the moon
Maude: And he looks at you like you belong to him
Maude: Okay. sorry for the spam. I hope you can get your feelings sorted out. Thank you for a great two months. I’ll never forget you
He reread those messages over and over again, feeling like his biggest secret had been uncovered. He couldn’t sleep on the plane, even though he was exhausted. His mind was racing and he started to panic. Like he couldn’t breathe.
He turned the volume all the way up on his headphones, but they did a horrible job at distracting him when the reason for all his anguish and despair walked over and took a seat next to him. His heart clenched.
Fletcher wasn’t in the mood to talk after absolutely being read to filth, but the moment he saw Taylor, his anger melted into something else. He didn’t know what came over him.
* * *
“You look heartbroken, man. That girl really did a number on you.”
Fletcher let out a frustrated huff as he tried to throw Sánchez off his trail. “Nah. I’m just upset we lost tonight,” he lied. “I’m glad we have another game to redeem ourselves.”
Sanchez seemed to take the bait.
“Okay, man. I love you, hermano.” He slapped the side of Fletcher’s head endearingly.
“Te amo mucho,” Fletcher told him with a grin.
Later into the night, everyone around him was wasted. Fletcher wasn’t really in the mood to drink tonight, and he wasn’t enjoying himself at all.
He, Douglas, Sánchez, and Taylor had all decided to stay while the rest of the team opted to find a better club. He still hadn’t allowed himself a look of Taylor.
“Guys!” Corinna shouted. “Let’s play a game.”
“Cor, we are not doing this again,” Douglas began to protest. Corinna was a fiend for drunken games.
The last time it happened, she climbed on top of Douglas and made out with him.
Someone must’ve taken a video and posted it to Instagram because the next morning it was all over the news.
Douglas had a nice reprimand from Coach waiting for him at practice that morning.
“Wait, no I wanna play a game!” Emogen beamed. The random girl she had seemingly adopted into the group for the night agreed with her.
They decided on Truth or Dare. Obviously.
“Okay guys,” Sánchez said as he clapped his hands together. “You know the rules. Who’s gonna start?”
“I will,” Corinna offered. “Emilio, truth or dare?” She asked her cousin with a sneaky look on her face.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss Briar!” She and Emogen both snickered.
Sánchez shrugged and walked over to the girl.
He cupped her face, leaned in, and kissed her.
Everyone in the group cheered. Fletcher allowed himself a look at Taylor, who was also cheering his friend on.
He looked way too good tonight. His hair was tied back and he had the slightest five o’clock shadow illuminated by the colorful lights above.
He had an arm casually slung around Emogen.
When Sánchez and the girl finally stopped kissing, she stepped back and stood a little too close to Taylor for Fletcher’s liking.
He started to grow possessive but talked himself down the ledge as Taylor met his gaze and offered him a slight smile.
Sánchez was next. He dared Douglas also to kiss Briar. Corinna slapped a hand over her mouth out of shock as he leaned in and kissed her hard. “Garrick Douglas, you asshole!” She shouted with a huge grin on her face. Emogen folded over in laughter over the whole spectacle of it.
“Okay, Emmy. You’re kissing her next!” Douglas called out.
“I didn’t even pick dare yet, idiot. You have to ask me first.”
“Okay. Emogen, truth or d—”
Emogen threw her arms around Briar as she planted a kiss on Briar’s mouth. This time, even Taylor went crazy.
Of course, Emogen dared Corinna to kiss Briar next. And of course everyone went crazy over it.
Corinna pulled away from Briar but threw her arm around her and turned her in the direction of Taylor. “Tay Tay, you’re up next!” She cheered.
Taylor’s eyes flickered to Fletcher’s, but Fletcher didn’t meet his gaze.
Fletcher felt it before he even looked. His chest tightened with a warning flare of something hot and ugly.
He folded his arms across his chest like his father always did to show his disappointment.
He wore a mask of indifference as Taylor looked at him.
He hated how this was his automatic reaction.
“Pucker up, Piers,” Douglas said as he clapped Taylor on the back.