Forever Dark(29)

I do and head inside to the locker room to put my gear away and head back to the dorms. It’s around two that morning.

Saylor’s in charge of keeping an eye on me. When we get inside our dorm room he’s talking about the game and how Landon and Colton got in a fight after. My mind is not on that game any longer. It’s on Madison when I look at the clock. I start feeling like I need her. I’ll never understand the power Madison has over me.

Why her?

Why can’t I leave her alone?

Because.

I think I can save her.

Just when I’m ready for bed, knowing damn well I’ll get up in an hour and text her.

I lay there and will sleep.

I do for a while and then stare at the clock as the minutes go by.

2:58 AM.

3:05 AM.

3:16 AM.

Around four, I reach for my phone and see she texted me four minutes ago. It gives me hope she wants and needs more.





I watch every game Cash plays in. I may not go to the games anymore, but I watch them.

I’m at Taylor’s Bar & Grill enjoying their dollar beer game nights. The Ducks are winning when they show the players on the bench. I see Landon first, chewing on his mouth piece looking like his mind is far from the game. Three feet down they show Cash and his numbers for the game pop up on the screen. He’s there with an iPad in hand and the offensive coordinator hovered over him pointing out specifics.

It’s sometime in the third quarter when the crowd goes wild, I jump and my eyes snap to the screen when I see the concern in everyone’s faces. Cash was sacked on the play but he doesn’t get up.

He doesn’t move.

For over three minutes, he doesn’t move.

I cannot breathe.

They show the replay and his helmet comes flying off and then the snap as his head smacks the turf.

My stomach knots but eases when he moves his legs up and rests his feet flat on the ground and then rolls to his side. Breathing a sigh of relief, I finish my beer and then pay for my tab.

Seeing Cash transported off the field on a stretcher is not easy on me. As I’m walking back to my dorm, I send Landon a text knowing he’d reply to me. He does and tells me that Cash was transported to the hospital and released with a concussion. They’re already heading home.

In my head I calculate how long it will take for them to get back to campus before I can text Cash. I’m sitting at my window when I see the steady trickle of players come in, like Jet and Colton, then Landon.

I wait another hour before I send him a text just before four that morning, knowing he’d more than likely be up.

You ok? I saw that play. It looked like it rocked you.

He replies within a few minutes.

I’m good. You up? I could rock you.

I have to laugh. Cash when he’s high on adrenaline is playful. Like the kid he was in high school sending dirty texts and stealing my panties.

I’m up.

Be there in 10.

He’s right. He’s there in ten minutes.

I look up, he smiles. I’m gentle, unsure of how much he’s been injured. “Are you okay?”

“They say…” he stumbles a little, “I’m concussed.”

He lays down on my bed taking his clothes off and then puts his hands behind his neck.

“Come on, baby.” His voice is a tender whisper I find endearing and I can tell he’s still on the pain pills they gave him. “I’m up for anything tonight.”

I give him my own smile and sneak under the covers between his thighs bringing my mouth to his dick.

Sweeping my tongue over him, I wait for his reaction. He is so hard, so warm. Before taking him inside my mouth, I look up at him pushing the blankets up a little to see his reaction, and he smirks. “Don’t tease me now.”

As I lower my mouth, I feel his tip touch the back of my throat. He grabs a fistful of my hair and moves my head the way he wants it, with the right speed. Though it’s not forceful, it’s just enough pressure to let me know I’m not going anywhere until he’s finished.

His hands shake, a groan falling from his slightly open mouth.

Cash is the sexiest guy to watch while you’re giving a blow job to him. Unbelievably sexy.

“Mad, do you want to stop?”

I shake my head and double my efforts. I know that was my chance to stop, had I wanted to.

Cash is big. It seems his arm isn’t his only gift. I can’t keep from gagging, but apparently it’s working because I hear him groan and twitch against my tongue, and evidence of his orgasm burst hot streams into my mouth. There’s a part of me right then that wants to gag again, I’m not good with this part.

Cash pushes my head down again, not allowing me to move, his dick hits the back of my throat. “Swallow it, Madison.”

I look up. He’s serious.