She was so sensual and sweet at the same time. Knowing she was nervous but at the same time she wanted this was driving me so close to coming. I wanted to stop – to make this last, but her eyes were pleading as they stayed locked with mine. She wanted to see what she could do to me. And I wanted to show her.
Her fingers circled over her clit and I imagined crawling over to her and replacing those fingers with my mouth. I wanted to be underneath the steaming spray of water with her so fucking bad. Whether I felt her orgasm in my mouth, through my fingers or on my cock, all I wanted right now was to feel it.
I threw my head back but snapped it up in a second, wanting to memorize her like this. As soon as she mouthed the word ‘yes’, I came hard, shooting a load to the shower floor.
“Dell,” I said, my voice strained. Seeing her like this was making me crazy. I wanted her to come, too, but she switched off the shower with a shy smile.
It was the most erotic experience of my life, and I’d never even touched her. And instead of feeling satisfied after getting off, I wanted her more than ever.
***
As quickly as I’d gotten my mojo back, it was gone again. After scoring twice in the last game, I had a negative fucking score in this one for throwing a blind pass the other team scored on. The only good thing about this game was that it was finally over.
When I walked into the locker room, I raised my stick in the air and cracked it over a bench, splintering it in half. Was this how I played now? Hot and cold? Hit or miss?
No one would make eye contact with me. I’d never been that guy on any team I’d played on. But now I was the asshole no one wanted to provoke a fight with because I was so pissed off about my play.
I set out for the showers, replaying every fuckup from the game in my head. I needed to ice, but I didn’t want to be an asshole to Dell so I was skipping it. I’d been tense all day, but I’d always had the ability to clear stress away for game time. Until tonight.
I’d argued with Lindy this afternoon over helping Dad. She cried about how scared he was of going to jail and what a jerk I was for not helping him. Dad had been calling me, too, from his hospital room, but I didn’t answer calls from numbers I didn’t recognize and I deleted every voicemail as soon as I heard his voice – which was always pissed off instead of remorseful.
Still, I knew that once the old man was up and about, he’d be on my doorstep. I wasn’t up for the headache or the embarrassment.
“Hey,” a voice called. I looked up to see Niko turning on the shower next to me. “Wanna get a beer?”
I shook my head. “You don’t want to be around me right now.”
“You’re better than the crazy ass stripper waiting for me outside my apartment.”
I arched my brows at him. “Probably not.”
“She’s crazy, man. I can’t handle her tonight.”
“Tell her you’re not interested.”
He laughed and shook his head. “I already fucked her. And get this—” He looked around to make sure no one else could hear. “She bit my dick. Hard. I had to get up on the bathroom counter and run cold water on it.”
I couldn’t help laughing, even in my shitty mood.
“Did you ask her why she did it?”
“She said she thought I’d like it. I’ve got a bruise on my dick now. And she wants to make it up to me, but that crazy bitch isn’t getting near my dick ever again.”
“Hudson!” a voice yelled across the locker room. I looked over and saw Tanner standing with a guy from the team’s front office. With a quick turn of the shower knob, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.
“What’s up?” I said, walking over. “That was my stick I broke, you know.”
“I don’t give a fuck about your stick,” Tanner said, holding a phone out to me. “The front office got an urgent phone call for you.”
I took it from him, confused. “Yeah, this is Luke.”
“So this is the only way your own father can get ahold of you. Ain’t that a hell of a note.” The familiar, gravelly tone made my skin prickle with tension.
“What the hell do you want?” I walked toward an empty side of the locker room that would allow me a little privacy.
“I need an attorney, Luke. Look, I know I screwed up, but I can’t go to jail.”
“You sure as hell can, and I hope you do. You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve calling the front office like this. You’re messing with my job now.”
He scoffed. “A job you wouldn’t have without me. Don’t forget who made you.”
“Who, you?” I shook my head. “You’re on your own from now on. I’ve got my own shit to deal with.”