Filthy Doctor(267)

“You’re different.” It slipped out before he could stop the words and Colton raised his head to look at her. “I always use them. Always. I’m clean.” Colton swallowed before speaking again. “Are you?”

“I am on the pill, but I make Trey…I make him wear something. He doesn’t know that I am.” That confirmed that she was still sleeping with him, and Colton felt a painful wave of jealousy rush through his body. He felt her move against him as he sighed and turned his face towards her for a long kiss. “I want you inside of me. I want you bare.” Amy whispered as she pulled him over her and wrapped her legs around him. She was more flexible than most thought, and he stared down at her with dark eyes.

Colton watched as he sank inside of her with a drawn out groan. She was so tight around him; wet and warm. Nothing had ever felt like this, and he pulled out only to drive himself back in again, and they started to move as the bed squeaked and she slid her nails down his back. “Need to slow down.”

“I need to be inside of you,” Colton told her as he pulled back and looked around the room. He dropped his messy comforter on the carpeted floor, and they moved down there where he proceeded to take her with deep thrusts at her whispered urging. It was quieter, and they rocked back and forth against each other before he recognized the look on her face.

“Colton…I’m so close…fuck me harder.” He covered her lips with his and kissed her as he thrust with a muted groan and felt himself explode at the same time that Amy did. That was a first with any girl, and Carlton pressed his face against hers as he breathed through it and memorized the feeling of their bodies so connected.

Amy kissed him softly as she relaxed against the blanket and pulled him close. “I hope that meant at least a little for you what it did for me. I have never felt anything like that before.”

“More than you know, baby. I haven’t had sex for a month…I waited for you.” Colton told her as he slid his hands over her sides slowly.

“A month?” Amy confirmed as he nodded and kissed her.

“I knew the night I tasted you that I didn’t want anyone else,” Colton admitted as she pulled him against her and started breathing harder.

“Colton…I didn’t know. I don’t know what to say.” Amy broke as she spoke and he heard the tears in her voice. “I care about you so much, but I have been with Trey for so long. I just can’t cut it off yet.”

“I know. I knew that going into this.” Colton assured her as he slipped out of her and kissed her neck. “It’s fine, Amy.”

They both fell into a fitful sleep back on the bed, not willing to part but also not talking about the odd place they were in at the moment. She left in the morning before anyone would be up as usual after he’d taken her on her knees on the floor hard enough to have to hold his hand over her mouth when she came.

Colton returned to his empty bed after she was gone and closed his eyes as he felt the night catch up to him. He was in hell and burning fast. The trouble was, he was enjoying the heat of the flame too much.

He woke up hours later and sat straight up in bed to see sunlight shining through the small window of his dorm. “Damn it. Shit.” Colton cursed as he ran ah and through his hair and looked at his clock. He was going to miss every class that day if he didn’t get up but Colton wasn’t feeling it. He just stayed in his room and showered for practice later that afternoon.

All of the guys seemed as out of it as he felt as Colton looked around the locker room and he was grateful for the Saturday off before the game. Clearly, there was a lot more wearing Colton out, but these intense practices weren’t helping matters. He took the ice with the other guys as he bitterly reflected that this is life was like in a relationship when you played a sport like he did, apart from the fact that nobody else knew about it.

The guys worked together and managed to finish at nine o clock. They each headed back to their rooms instead of grabbing dinner together, and Colton noticed Trey on his phone on the sidewalk with a frown on his face as he walked towards a sandwich shop while stifling a yawn. “She’s acting weird, man. I don’t know what’s up her ass.” Trey said to one of his friends as he sent another text.

“Perhaps it’s the fact that you’ve been dipping it all over the school,” Lance teased him as he rolled his eyes.

Colton let the frustration boil in his veins as he ordered a pastrami sandwich and asked for it to go. He went back to his room and locked the door as he munched and watched television. There had been no text from Amy and Colton just decided to let it go tonight.

He found himself back in his bed with her the following night before she claimed she had to meet a friend for coffee in a little while. When asked about her plans, Amy stared at Colton with weary eyes. “I am still attending school, Colton. I need to talk about some class stuff. Jesus, I don’t bitch about you guys having practice every damn night.”

He sensed that they both tried to fight their attraction but ended up together in his room several times a week over the next month. The team won every game, and Coach was thrilled along with the school. Colton knew that scouts were coming in a few months from the NHL to see who they might want for their teams, and he felt a nervous energy that almost compared to the feeling he got when he was with Amy, only hockey had a more concrete future.

After a couple of months, Trey announced to his friends that Amy had broken it off with him over dinner one night after a game. Colton almost jumped out of his seat to go to her as he wiggled in place and took a bite of the sandwich on the plate in front of him. It was vague, and she had told him something about his future being so overwhelming and uncertain. Colton had a hard time staying at the table, but he left as soon as he could and headed back to the dorms. He sent her a text, but she just replied that she was tired and just wanted to sleep.

When he saw her the following day on campus, she did look fatigued, and her face was so serious. He tried to get her attention, but she only looked at him quickly before she dropped her eyes to the path in front of her. Colton miserably focused as Trey tried to stop her and she just turned to look at him with her back to Colton. All of the good moments behind closed doors blended into one as he watched the girl that he wanted, the only girl. Colton still hadn’t seen any of the others, and while uncomfortable, they seemed to move on with other guys on campus.

He was just turning to head to class when he heard his name called across the grass. “Hayes, you mother fucker.” It was Trey, and he was angry. Colton rarely heard that tone unless Trey was yelling at them to get their asses around the net and do their jobs. Colton stopped and took a breath before he felt something slam into the back of his head. “You had them all. Every fucking girl on the campus would spread their legs for you and you go after mine?”

Colton fell to his knees as he grasped his throbbing skull in his hand. Ice filled his veins, and he took a deep breath. “What do you mean?”

“She just told me. Amy told me everything. That’s fucked up man…we’re brothers. We’re teammates.” Trey dropped to the ground next to him, and Colton could hear the betrayal in his voice as he winced.

“You cheated on her. You didn’t want her.” Colton told him as something that sounded like crying rose out of Trey’s throat.

“I was an asshole. I lost her because of that, and I hate myself. It was so much better when we weren’t here.” Trey whispered as he sat on the grass and stared forward. “I forgot who she was.”

“I figured out who she was,” Colton admitted as the guys sat there quietly for a moment. “She’s amazing.”

“I’ll let you tell her the rest. All I can say is that the next few months will be interesting.” Trey slowly spoke as if the words pained him. “We’d better keep playing hard. One of us is going to need it.”

They ended the confrontation with a handshake and Trey stalked off down the path towards his apartment as Colton watched. What the hell was he talking about? Colton turned to go to the building that he knew she was a TA in for Advanced English and walked past the room as he peered through the small pane of glass. She was there, working on some papers with her head resting in her hands and her hair in a high ponytail. Amy had been crying, and he fought the urge to barge into the room and demand to know what was going on.

Colton settled for sitting on a bench across from the class to wait. It was Thursday, so campus had been a little less crowded and there were fewer witnesses to the debacle on the grass. That was going to cause some talk, but Colton thought that they might be lucky, and people might not have overheard. It could be hockey. Thursday also meant that this class was longer than it would be had it been one of the other days.

Fifteen minutes felt like hours as he fidgeted in his seat and he soon noticed the door opening and students pouring out into the hall. The crowd thinned, and he waited for her as he stared at the red peeling paint of the heavy wood. He stood as it opened again and Amy walked out with her eyes on the ground as she looked like she was ready to start crying right then and there. “Amy,” Colton spoke as she lifted her head to stare at him. “What’s going on?”