Chapter 32 - Grayson
Grayson
I knew what I had told Josie. That I needed to focus on the playoffs, and that we could discuss us—if there even was an us—when it was over.
I didn’t care.
After tonight’s performance, I was done fighting these feelings. I wasn’t confused anymore. I hadn’t succeeded in the game tonight in spite of Josie’s presence.
I’d succeeded because of it.
The moment my lips touched hers outside the bathroom, I forgot all about everything else in my life. The stress, the pressure, the unbelievable weight of all the expectations I felt.
There was only Josie, and me, and the perfect way our bodies meshed together.
Neither of us felt any reluctance tonight, no hesitation as we made out in the hallway. Her palms ran over my back, exploring me for the first time as my own hand slid down to cup her ass. I squeezed, savoring the way it felt in my fingers, and she let out the sexiest little whimper.
That would have made me rock-hard if my cock wasn’t already one hundred percent stiff.
“I need you,” she managed to exhale between kisses.
“I need you more,” I replied.
She surged upward with need, leaning into my hard length. “Meet me upstairs after you’re done drinking with your teammates.”
I immediately shook my head. “I can’t wait.” My fist tightened in her hair. “I need you right-fucking-now, even if it’s here outside the bathroom.”
It wasn’t an empty boast. It was the truth. If I didn’t tear Josie’s clothes off and sink my cock into her within the next minute, I would bend her over right here, even if it meant getting caught.
And based on the look in her eyes? She felt the exact same way.
I pushed her into the wall again, pawing at her breast through the Surge jersey, and growled, “I’ll go first. You follow after.”
“They’ll see us. They’ll figure it out,” she purred back at me.
I looked around the corner. There were a few employee rooms, but then I saw the logo I was looking for.
Staircase.
“We’ll take the stairs,” I told her. “Count to thirty, then follow.”
“Your place, or mine?” she teased.
“I have a roommate,” I reminded her. “So unless you want to let Mason watch…”
She raised a taunting eyebrow at me. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
I glared at her, and she giggled. “Relax. I’m only joking. Hurry up. I’ll see you up there.”
I crushed my lips against her one last time, then casually rounded the corner and walked down the back hallway to the stairwell.
I can’t believe this is finally happening, I thought as I climbed the stairs. I’ve wanted this for a lot longer than I’ve been willing to admit to myself.
But that was okay. I knew how I felt now.
I had never been more certain of anything else in my life.