Running Game(14)

“What? Oh, come on. Me? No. Barbara Simmons, though? That’s beautiful.”

“I don’t know about that. Barbara has the brains and the body of a barbie doll. You’re unique, Maisey. Smart… Shy… Innocent… That’s what makes you beautiful.”

She looked at me with those big green eyes and I couldn’t help but kiss her. Her lips were warm, soft, so soft. She melted into me, and we lay on the bed kissing for what seemed like hours in the still of the night.

And when the heat between us escalated, our clothes melted away and then we were moving together, sliding against each other, our lips caressing and our hands groping each other in the dark, her thighs falling apart as I slipped inside of her, rising and falling above her as she moaned and whimpered, her cries like music to my ears.



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That night had remained one of my favorite memories for years. Once I’d asked her to the prom, it took a few days to get her to believe I was serious, but once she did, she’d seemed so excited about going.

That’s why it had been so confusing when she just up and disappeared. For years I’d wondered about that night, tried to figure out what had happened, if I had said something stupid that had pushed her away, I could never put my finger on it. After a while, I stopped wondering and just accepted it. My life went on, and Maisey became one of those distant memories that sneak up on you every now and then.

Until now…

Because now that she had reappeared, she was front and center in my brain and I couldn’t think of anyone or anything else.

In fact, I’d spent the better part of two hours tossing and turning in my bed and re-living that one night I’d spent with Maisey, over and over.

I didn’t know what her story was, but I was very curious.

And besides, I’d only had her once before. There was still room in my rulebook for one more night with her.

I groaned into my pillow as my cock raged just thinking about it. She’d grown into a beautiful, confident woman and I could only imagine how amazing it would feel to be with her again. If only she wasn’t so uptight now. But maybe that was just an act, in fact, I was sure of it. The Maisey I knew before was full of laughter, good-natured and easy-going. She was probably still there, hiding under the surface.

My cock twitched as I thought about how much fun it would be to penetrate that surface, to pull the old Maisey from her hiding space.

Yes… I’ll do whatever it takes…





8





MAISEY





“Mama, are you okay?” Maddy asked.

“What? Oh, yes, I’m sorry, honey,” I said. I’d drifted off, stopping in mid-sentence as I read a bed time story to Maddy. We were snuggled up in her bed, surrounded by her entire collection of stuffed animals.

“Are you tired?” she asked, staring up at me.

“Yes, I suppose I am, baby.”

“You can go ahead and go to bed. I’m tired too.”

“You are? Okay, honey. Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” I kissed her and tucked her in before turning off her light.

“Sweet dreams, Mama,” she said.

“Sweet dreams, honey.” I smiled at her, beaming at my beautiful daughter as she turned over and closed her eyes, snuggling her favorite bunny close to her chest.

She was such a blessing. I don’t know where I’d be without her by my side, without her to come home to, without her to give me a purpose.

I walked to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of red wine and then turned off all the lights, locked the doors and went to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I loved my time with Maddy so much, but I also valued my time alone immensely. Tonight, I felt that gratitude more than ever. I’d been waiting all day to get home and be alone with my thoughts.

I was past the point of freaking out and panicking and trying to change things. Now, I was just tired and exhausted and way too tired to fight against a reality I couldn’t change.

Whether I liked it or not, I was going to have to spend the next weeks, if not months, with Jesse. I was going to have to put my hands on him, massage him, stretch him, and work with him to restore full range of motion to that knee. The bruises would heal. The goddamned groin sprain would heal, but it sure had tripped me up when I saw that listed in his medical records.

My goal was to remain professional, and having to massage his groin area wasn’t going to help me accomplish that. Sure, I was a professional, but I was also fucking human.

And Jesse? Jesse was fucking gorgeous. Jesse was beyond sexy, he was literally dripping in sexuality. Masculinity practically oozed from his pores. And he was as cocky as ever. Sure of himself, beyond confident, almost to the point of being an asshole with how full of himself he was. But then, as soon as he realized he’d gone too far, he’d flash that damned crooked smile at me, and all was supposed to be forgiven?