CHAPTER 4
Fuck.
Fuckity fuck fuck.
I whip my dick out of her and tuck myself into my jeans, the condom still a tight second skin and my balls fucking blue as the sky screaming for release.
My first thought isn’t of my poor blue balls, though.
My first thought isn’t even about how I can’t get arrested, though the Aces team owner would fucking kill me if I did.
He’s a bit of a micromanager and handles a lot of the shit the General Manager does on other teams I’ve played for.
Those balls that are blue? At least they’re still attached and still mine.
He has the ability to cut them off and own them.
Figuratively speaking, of course.
But it’s not the team owner I think of first, either.
It’s Kaylee.
I wonder what she’d think of this entire situation. What she’d think if I was charged with indecent exposure or whatever it is you’re charged with when you’re literally caught with your pants down.
It’s her.
And I don’t understand why.
Kitty springs into action, standing up straight and pulling her dress down, patting it into place gracefully, like we weren’t just caught having sex in public.
Although…there’s nobody back here except the two of us. Is it really considered public? It’s not indecent exposure since I wasn’t showing off the monster to anybody who wasn’t asking to see it.
The cop driving the car puts it in park and gets out. “Everything okay back here?” he asks.
“Just fine, Officer,” Kitty says. “We were just, uh…” She trails off, but there’s not a chance in hell this officer doesn’t know exactly what we were doing back here.
“She was on her break,” I say. “Wanted a breath of fresh air.” Or wanted a cuntful of my cock. I don’t say that, obviously.
“Yeah,” she confirms, and she shoots me a grateful look.
“You two know that public sex is considered a misdemeanor lewd act, right? And that it’s punishable by up to a year in jail with potential fines, too?” the officer asks.
I nod. “Yes, sir.”
“And if you were convicted, you’d have to register as a sex offender,” he says.
Now that I didn’t know. “We were just enjoying the fresh air out here,” I say.
The officer nods. “It looked to me like you were enjoying more than the air.” He shines his flashlight in our faces.
It’s bright as fuck, and I squint against the light.
“Holy shit,” the officer murmurs. “I know who you are.”
Ah fuck.
This could go one of two ways.
Either he’s a fan and I’ll get out of it on that alone or he’s not a fan and he’ll want to make an example out of me. I send up a silent prayer that it’s the former.
He walks back to the squad car. “It’s Ben Olson,” he says to his partner, who exits the passenger side of the vehicle.
They both stand and stare at us a beat while the first officer flashes his light at us again. “See?”
The second officer nods. “It really is. What are you doing back here, Eighty-Eight?”
“Just needed a minute away from the crowd in there,” I say, leaning into my celebrity status a little. “It gets…hectic once people realize it’s me.”
“I can imagine,” the second officer says. “Listen, Ray here and I are big fans. That clutch catch you made in the last few seconds of the first quarter of the big game? Incredible. Can I get an autograph?” He glances at Ray. “My son will go crazy for an autograph.”
“Of course,” I say, still not sure whether we’re going to be charged for anything but being as nice as I can possibly be to try to get us out of whatever trouble it might be.
He goes back to the squad car to grab paper and a pen, and Ray says, “I know how much trouble indecent exposure and lewd acts can be, so we’re going to let you go tonight.
But just be careful in the future, all right?
Don’t, you know, do what you were doing where you might get caught.
We need you on the Aces next year, not spending time in a cell because Officer Buckeye picks you up instead of Charlie and me. ”
“Officer Buckeye?” I repeat, relief filtering my veins that we’re not going to be charged with anything.
“Huge Chicago fan,” he explains. “He’s pissed you came here. They needed you back there.”
I shrug. “I go where they tell me, but I’m glad I ended up here.”
Officer Charlie returns with the paper, and I sign a few different pieces of paper for these two.
“Thanks, gentlemen,” I say, my tone filled with gratitude that they’re not nailing us.
“We’ll be more careful in the future.” I bite my tongue after the words leave my mouth—not necessarily because it’s a lie, but because I can practically feel the elation bouncing off Kitty with the assumption at my words that there will be a future that would necessitate the two of us being careful together.
There won’t be.
This is the last time I’ll put it in Kitty.
It has to be. Third times the charm, maybe—because this third time is the one where we were both almost arrested, and both our lives would’ve changed forever because we were stupid enough to act on something that I already knew I shouldn’t have.
She has my number, and she’s not exactly shy. She’ll try for more, but it ends here.
It has to.
And not just because of what almost happened just now.
Because I knew from the start it was wrong to be with her out here, and I did it anyway.
Maybe it’s time to grow up…and maybe there’s a chick a decade younger than me who can help me figure out how to do that.
I think it might be time to turn up the charm with Kaylee Dalton and see where it leads us.