to kiss my father goodnight. Then I crawled into bed and stared at the ceiling.
I really didn't like to curse but I couldn't think of any other words to fit my situation.
I was one hundred and ten percent effed.
Chapter Twelve
Kyle
It was the end of the fourth quarter at my first away game. I took the entire second half of the game this time. It was almost as good as starting, especially since the game was going nowhere fast. The stalemate turned into a big old 'V.'
We steamrolled the other team into the fucking ground.
I was plowing through their defense to make a final touchdown. The one that would put us 28 points ahead of the home team. The one that just might make me the new starter.
The reigning quarterback would not like that but I didn't give a shit. Jason Doover was smug and complacent. He treated the team like a club. He was a good athlete, but he had no heart.
Plus, I didn't like his face.
I grinned, slamming the ball into the ground.
BOOM MOTHERFUCKERS
The game was over. The team ran into the field to celebrate. I high fived them as I ran for the showers. I was in too much of a hurry to congratulate everyone. I did smirk at Jason's sourpuss as I ran by.
I had an appointment to keep back home. It was a three hour drive and I had two hours to make it. I had a very special date with Belinda tonight.
We'd been sneaking around, meeting every couple of days for the past few weeks. She had stopped fighting the attraction between us after that night in my car. She was with me, all the way. Not publicly but in my heart I knew she was mine. It was amazing. It was perfect.
It was hell.
She barely had any time for me. And working around her dad was next to impossible. He had me every afternoon. And he expected her home for dinner every night. That gave us an hour or two, tops, and not every day. Sometimes we could get a few hours on the weekends. Usually not.
That was not nearly enough time for me to spend with my woman.
But tonight... tonight her dad would not be there. Because he was here. The team was scheduled to spend the night in a local hotel. Everyone except me.
We'd planned this way ahead of time. Or I had. I'd used military precision to cover the bases. Coach thought I had family in town, and had one of the other coaches drive my car down for me. It's a good thing no one realized that I had no family, other than one mean old drunk. Belinda had told her mother she was staying at a friend's house. That gave us an entire night to ourselves. Privacy. Hell, a king bed to tear up the sheets in. I could really make her scream.
It was going to be perfect.
I'd even gotten a fancy hotel room to seal the deal. Dropped a huge chunk of change on it, with no regrets. But I had to be there to actually use it. I was in the parking lot and running to my car before half the guys hit the showers.
Two and a half hours later I was pulling into the hotel and tossing my keys to the valet.
Bellie was already in the room when I got there. I walked in and froze. My girl, my shy, recently devirginized girl, was wearing the lace teddy I'd bought her the week before. Hot pink and see through, it barely covered anything.
It didn't cover her naughty bits, so much as make them more noticeable.
I swallowed as I locked the door behind me. I was already hard before I even turned around again. She did that to me without the sexy outfit.
But with it...
Oh man, I was about to lose it. I was across the room before she said a word. Her lips opened to say hello but I never gave her the chance. Before she could even speak as I swooped down on her, taking her lips in an endless, drugging kiss.
She squeaked as I lifted her onto the bed and crawled on top of her, fully dressed. I wrapped her silky thighs around me. As much as I wanted to revel in the feel of her against me, my body took over, rubbing my engorged cock against her through my jeans over and over and over again.
"Fuck Belinda, you drive me so fucking crazy!"
Her
I really didn't like to curse but I couldn't think of any other words to fit my situation.
I was one hundred and ten percent effed.
Chapter Twelve
Kyle
It was the end of the fourth quarter at my first away game. I took the entire second half of the game this time. It was almost as good as starting, especially since the game was going nowhere fast. The stalemate turned into a big old 'V.'
We steamrolled the other team into the fucking ground.
I was plowing through their defense to make a final touchdown. The one that would put us 28 points ahead of the home team. The one that just might make me the new starter.
The reigning quarterback would not like that but I didn't give a shit. Jason Doover was smug and complacent. He treated the team like a club. He was a good athlete, but he had no heart.
Plus, I didn't like his face.
I grinned, slamming the ball into the ground.
BOOM MOTHERFUCKERS
The game was over. The team ran into the field to celebrate. I high fived them as I ran for the showers. I was in too much of a hurry to congratulate everyone. I did smirk at Jason's sourpuss as I ran by.
I had an appointment to keep back home. It was a three hour drive and I had two hours to make it. I had a very special date with Belinda tonight.
We'd been sneaking around, meeting every couple of days for the past few weeks. She had stopped fighting the attraction between us after that night in my car. She was with me, all the way. Not publicly but in my heart I knew she was mine. It was amazing. It was perfect.
It was hell.
She barely had any time for me. And working around her dad was next to impossible. He had me every afternoon. And he expected her home for dinner every night. That gave us an hour or two, tops, and not every day. Sometimes we could get a few hours on the weekends. Usually not.
That was not nearly enough time for me to spend with my woman.
But tonight... tonight her dad would not be there. Because he was here. The team was scheduled to spend the night in a local hotel. Everyone except me.
We'd planned this way ahead of time. Or I had. I'd used military precision to cover the bases. Coach thought I had family in town, and had one of the other coaches drive my car down for me. It's a good thing no one realized that I had no family, other than one mean old drunk. Belinda had told her mother she was staying at a friend's house. That gave us an entire night to ourselves. Privacy. Hell, a king bed to tear up the sheets in. I could really make her scream.
It was going to be perfect.
I'd even gotten a fancy hotel room to seal the deal. Dropped a huge chunk of change on it, with no regrets. But I had to be there to actually use it. I was in the parking lot and running to my car before half the guys hit the showers.
Two and a half hours later I was pulling into the hotel and tossing my keys to the valet.
Bellie was already in the room when I got there. I walked in and froze. My girl, my shy, recently devirginized girl, was wearing the lace teddy I'd bought her the week before. Hot pink and see through, it barely covered anything.
It didn't cover her naughty bits, so much as make them more noticeable.
I swallowed as I locked the door behind me. I was already hard before I even turned around again. She did that to me without the sexy outfit.
But with it...
Oh man, I was about to lose it. I was across the room before she said a word. Her lips opened to say hello but I never gave her the chance. Before she could even speak as I swooped down on her, taking her lips in an endless, drugging kiss.
She squeaked as I lifted her onto the bed and crawled on top of her, fully dressed. I wrapped her silky thighs around me. As much as I wanted to revel in the feel of her against me, my body took over, rubbing my engorged cock against her through my jeans over and over and over again.
"Fuck Belinda, you drive me so fucking crazy!"
Her
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