“Yeah, were out of town from the nineteenth to the twenty-eighth.”
“Do you have your room assignments yet?” Dad added in with concern. There was a problem a few years back where I ended up with a photo of myself in a tabloid with a presumed puck bunny. She was leaving my room, and I was in a towel giving her a kiss at the door. What a stupid fucking idiot I was. I guess my teammate had paid a hooker to sleep with me so when she left he came into my room talking shit, and things got heated. I body-slammed him onto my bed, and we’ll just say that the tabloid ridicule wasn’t the only thing I paid for that night. A very expensive king-sized pillow-top mattress and bed frame was added to my bill.
After that situation, our coach and team owner made the decision to give us all roommates while on the road. This cut down antibiotic prescriptions written to the players. And with this rule now in place, there was less scandal with puck bunnies and less jealous wives and girlfriends. The players were happier in their relationship, and our stats were up. Which meant that the owner was happy and that made our coaches happy. It was a win-win-win.
Brooklyn had automatically found the seat on the other side of Chloe, and that left only the chair I was guarding for a place to sit. Chloe smiled at me, and I gave her a wink before I sat down next to her. My dad was watching Chloe as he piled a heaping of pulled pork on his plate.
“Chloe, how are you feeling?” Dad asked.
“Oh, umm… I’m feeling better. I’m just glad to be back home. There are some bizarre sounds at night in the hospital.”
“Oh?” Dad asked. He loves creepy things, and we can all see this face light up with interest. “How do you mean?”
“Well, there’s a whirring sound that you can barely hear, and then it would get louder on and off. It was super creepy.”
“That’s so interesting. Maybe I should schedule a colonoscopy. I’d enjoy a night in the hospital.”
“I think that’s an outpatient procedure Dad.” Brooklyn offered in response. Everyone chuckled.
“Really? But they do all that—”
“Dad!” I had to stop him. “We don’t need colon talk at the table. Can we go back to the creepy hospital talk? Jeez. You’ve got to stop.” I encouraged him to keep quiet while we filled out plates.
As the conversation continued and the to-go containers passed between us. The Styrofoam container of Texas toast came to me, and I pulled out the most buttery coated piece and placed it on her plate before I passed it across to Mom. I tried to avoid both of their eyes while I grabbed the okra and piled it on my plate. I took just a little extra so they might think I just wanted more okra. I thought in my mind, “don’t say anything, don’t say anything, don’t say anything.” It was almost as if my mom could hear my plea and she just continued talking.
“Honey, did you have a chance to look at Nixy’s game schedule?” Mom asked Dad while Chloe looked up at me with rosy cheeks and mouthed the words, “thank you.” I smiled back at her and then rubbed my hand over her thigh. She was warm, and I felt a rush of heat and excited energy shoot through me. I didn’t want to remove my hand from her, but I needed to before everyone noticed. But before I do her fingers grazed my knuckles and my cock took notice. I’m going to spend a lot of time with my hand in the next couple of months. I wanted to groan, but I held it back while I take a sip of the ice tea Mom had made. She says if we’re going to have barbecue then we need tea. Apparently, she liked to do it the true Southern way.
I shifted uncomfortably and tried to adjust myself so that my cock wasn’t trying to break free and say hi to everyone. That would be awkward. I haven’t blessed my family with a peek of my little guy since I was probably seven or eight. Brooklyn was just able to stand by herself when I decided that streaking through the front lawn with one of those sprinklers that oscillated from side-to-side in a fan of water back and forth. I think I had decided that I would shower outside because I remember Mom yelling at me for wasting a whole bottle of shampoo on myself.
We finally made it through dinner with only a few other awkward moments. During that time I tried to keep my eyes on my plate or on Mom and Dad. It was safer. My phone chimed, and I pulled it from my pocket to see a new text message from John.
John: How're your balls?
Me: Suffering.
John: Sweetpea misses you.
Me: Asshole.
John: You still love me.
Me: Not anymore. You’ve been replaced.
John: Harsh, man. I thought we’d be together forever.
Me: I found someone else. It’s not you. It’s me.
John: Damn. I’m wounded.
Me: I’m sure Sweetpea will keep you company.
John: HA!
Me: What’s up?
John: Heads up. Coach is calling around for an earlier practice tomorrow.
Me: Fuck me.
John: Thanks, but you’re not my type.
Me: I know, you’re not mine either.
John: Good, now that we’ve got that covered.
Me: What time am I looking at?
John: 5 AM
Me: Fuck.
John: That’s what I said.
John: How’s the girl?
Me: Better. Sitting next to me. AND I CAN’T TOUCH HER.
John: Is it really that hard? ;)
Me: Rock hard.
John: I’m laughing so hard right now.
Me: I’m sure you are. Go fuck your wife so I can get back to not staring at my girl.
John: See ya.
Me: See ya.
She’s looking at me like I’m crazy. I smiled at her then realized that I had been gripping my phone like a beloved child. I needed her to know that it wasn’t a random girl. I don’t want her with anybody else while we’re waiting on her to become legal. She can’t go out with anyone. I need her to know I’m not going just to go find some puck bunny and fuck her. She looks like she is battling some inner demons. I just don’t want that demon to be me.
I licked my lips and said, “that was John. He said Coach is making his calls for an earlier practice tomorrow,” I tried to say it loud enough so everyone would hear.
“Oh, no. What time do you need to be there?” The tone of Mom's voice made me assume she was upset by this news.
“Five,” I answered going into my alarm on my phone and adjusting it for tomorrow morning. “I’m not really surprised. The guys screwed around during practice today.”
“Why?” Mom asked coming and sitting next to me at the table.
“Everyone’s been distracted lately. Lots of relationships ending and beginning.” I said looking over at Chloe.
“Well, it sounds like you guys need to start thinking with your heads and not with your dicks.”
“Mom!” I scolded.
“You know it’s true. What’s his name just found out that he’s going to be a dad with that girl he slept within New Mexico.”
“Bradley?” I asked trying to figure out who she was talking about. I didn’t even know, and I have alerts set up on my phone for the whole team. Especially me. I need to know if there is false news headlining entertainment tonight.
“I think so. It just came out. She’s not willing to move here. I think someone in the waiting room at the OB took a candid and sold it. At least that’s what it looked like.”
“He hasn’t let anything slip to the team.” I felt conflicted that I was pissed Bradley wouldn’t let us know, but I’m keeping one of the biggest scandals that could do more harm than good if it were to get out. I should just keep my mouth shut. I’m not sure what emotions crossed my face, but Chloe was staring at me with nervous curiosity. I shook my head just enough to let her know I wasn’t thinking anything important. Well, nothing that she needs to know about. Just as she seemed to accept my non-verbal answer my phone rang with the Darth Vader theme, and I saw that it was Coach.
“Coach, what can I help you with?”
“Drayden, I’m sure you’ve already been told about practice tomorrow. So I’m
not going into details. Be there at five.”
I groaned, “why so early?”
“Well, for starters if you assholes could think with the right head and play with the right stick we might be higher in rankings.” Coach snapped back at me.
“I don’t play with the wrong stick.”
“Prove it. Five A.M.”
Before I could say anything else, he hung up on me, and both Chloe and my mom decided to stare straight at me. Like that’s not an awkward conversation. I slid my phone into my pocket and cleared my throat as I placed my hands on the edge of the table and pushed back to stand up. I wasn’t about to have that conversation with my mom while Chloe was right there. She would probably feel so bad that she would stop touching me. And I couldn’t let that happen.
“I’m going to go to bed since I’ve got to be up in seven hours.”
Chapter 11
Pucking Chunky Monkey
Chloe
I watched as he excused himself from the table and made his way upstairs. He looked back just as he was about to start up the stairs to his bedroom. Mama Drayden came over and sat down next to me at the table. As soon as she placed her hand on top of mine, I knew she was trying to feel me out and get some information. One reason I knew this was that the hair on the back of my neck was standing on end with pin-pricks to my nerves.
“How are you doing sweetheart?” She started the drilling. I hadn’t noticed that everyone else had left the kitchen and was nowhere to be found. I was being set up, which meant that there was a conspiracy afoot.
I’m fine. She would never accept that answer. I’m fine is typically the equivalent to I’m pissed, or something is wrong, and I’m not talking about it. “I’ve been better,” I said with an audible sigh. “I feel better just being at home.” I gave her a genuine smile.
“Good. We’re so glad to have you back home,” she made a soothing humming sound, “did you talk with your parents yet?”
I hadn’t. I really didn’t want to talk to them. They always make me feel so small compared to how they wanted me to be. “Not yet.”
“Chloe, they’re going to want to know how you’re doing?” She scolded.
“I doubt that.”
“Chloe, they love you. They are going to want to know how you’re feeling. I’ve already told them about your possible allergy. They may want to do some allergy testing to make sure you don’t go through that again.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“I do. I know if my daughter went to the hospital after… coming into contact with latex, I would be worried about where her head is at. How she’s feeling after such a big experience in her life.”
Holy crackers. She knows. How much does she know?
I swallowed the spit in my mouth and summoned the courage to speak the words, “big experience?” I know my face was flushed and my eyes were darting everywhere but at her. I barely recognized my own voice. When I finally made eye contact with her, she was smiling at me.
“Just know that I am here for you if you have any questions, you want to talk, or if you need a shoulder. I’m here.” She squeezed my hand. “I can even run to up to the grocery store for a pint of Chunky Monkey.”
I snorted out a laugh. She knew. Totally knew. I hope she doesn’t know it was Nix. What would she think about that? I slept with her son. We aren’t in a committed relationship. We technically weren’t in any kind of relationship. Still aren’t, and we can’t be. At least not yet. But maybe someday soon.
Why do I feel so off? I feel like a little girl picking petals off a wildflower saying, “he loves me; he loves me not.” There’s just a lot going through my mind. I need to get my brain to chill out. When I finally bring my foggy brain back to Mama Drayden, she is sitting there in front of me smiling.
“Maybe you don’t need ice cream. Maybe you need a friend to talk about how you’re feeling about this boy?” She asked curiously.
“I don’t know.” I hesitantly said.
“What don’t you know sweetheart?”
“I don’t know how he feels, and I don’t know how I feel.”
“Well, you obviously feel something for him; otherwise, he wouldn’t be worth your time.” She is the perfect mom. I swear if anyone was the one to have this extremely awkward conversation it is Carolina Drayden. “Is he worth your time?”
“Yes.” I let out in a whisper.
“That’s what’s important. I don’t want to rain on such a big experience, but he may not be your one and only, you may end up with a broken heart or break one yourself but just remember this moment. He’s worth your time. Which means he’s supposed to be part of your life to make you the person you will be.”
Hello Hallmark. She’s got a way with words. Damn her. Nix may not be my one and only, but he is my one. The first and hopefully if he genuinely means he wants to give whatever this is between us a shot then he could be the one.
“All right sweetheart. You get some sleep. You’ve had a couple of crazy days.” She got up and gave me a quick squeeze before she walked off to start on the dishes. I made my way up to my room to change into some comfortable PJs and get ready for bed. Not that I would be going to bed anytime soon. My mind was racing, and I wasn’t able to focus on anything except for Nix and his family.
I enjoyed everything about Mama Drayden. She was magnificent. She knew exactly how far to push. Yes, sometimes she went too far, but that’s always been with Nix. I think she is just worried about him. He’s always been a little too irresponsible and selfish. As if he was an only child and he could still get everything he had ever wanted. But he could—possibly—be mine. I could potentially live happily ever after. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror putting toothpaste on my toothbrush and shaking my head. Happily ever after. I scoffed at myself. Nix is still too much of a playboy; he just broke up with Beth and wasn’t—couldn’t be looking for anything serious. And how could what we have become serious?
I went back to my room and climbed into bed, while I thought more about Nix. I wanted to keep every inch of his glorious body memorized while I moved my hand beneath the covers and found my clit with my fingers. I worked the bundle of nerves to thoughts of his thick cock and the way he treated me with care as I licked and sucked on him. His abs had tightened and rippled as his muscles moved with the pleasure that I could give him. I felt the euphoric bliss start deep in my core. I circled faster to increase the intense need that was about to release. I moaned as quietly as I could while my orgasm peaked and flooded my nervous system with ecstasy. I opened my eyes to make sure my alarm had been set for school in the morning, but when I moved to grab my phone, I caught sight of Nix standing just inside my room.
I gasped in shock.
“You’re amazing. And beautiful.” He said licking his lips. Somehow he had snuck into my room and closed the door while he watched me masturbate to thoughts of him. I could barely make out the outline of his cock thickening in his sweatpants. “Were you thinking about me?” He licked his lips again, “please tell me yes.”
“Yes,” I whispered breathlessly.
He groaned. “I can’t keep away from you.”
“Don’t.” I said far too breathlessly.
He moved forward like a lion stalking prey. His hand went around my neck and his lips trapped mine in a caress of pleasure. His fingers dug into my flesh like a starving man looking for the only food left for him in the world. I felt him climb onto my bed and pressed into me with his body.
“Door,” I whispered.
“Locked.” He said pulling away to take his shirt off and then reclaimed my lips as if it hurt to be away from me.
“Can I have you?” I whispered onto his lips.
“I was going to ask you that same question.” He joked.
With more courage than I had, I said, “take me.” I kissed the side of his neck and nipped at his skin.
“Chloe.” He breathed onto my neck, and the little wisps of hairs stood on end with excitement. “I promis
e I won’t finish inside you.”
I nodded. I knew I could trust him. He would never do anything to hurt me. With that simple thought, I knew I was already lost to him. Falling fast and hard and there was no way I would ever come back from that downward spiral. He pulled the covers off me. His eyes were searching my body with my pink and blue hearts pajama pants and a white tee. His fingers wrapped into my waistband and pulled them down. I wiggled my booty to keep them from getting caught up on my large ass. He smiled down at me. I started to pull my tee over my head, but he reached out and stopped me.
“No. Keep it on.” He whispered.
“Okay.”
He ran his fingers through the lips of my pussy before bringing them to his lips. His fingers glistened with my wetness as he licked his fingers. “You taste amazing.” He moaned. I blushed with embarrassment. His smile widened, “fuck! Your entire body blushes.” I turned my face away from him. “No. Don’t ever hide from me.” His hand roamed over my body, and his fingers lingered on my breasts were hidden under my tee. The friction was more stimulating making my nipples pebble hard.
He moved closer between my legs and maneuvered his sweatpants off. His thick cock was straining at my entrance. But before he pushed into me, his fingers started to play. My body was responding to every movement he was making. The excitement of possibilities was my undoing. I loved giving in to him and letting him make the rules, but be careful and not to go further than where my limits were. Even if those limits were pushed further with each time we tangle ourselves together.
He pushed his hips forward, and his cock filled my pussy. “Holy fuck!” He was already breathing hard. “I’ve never without—” He left the sentence hang, knowing I would understand. His eyes connected to mine in a silent check to make sure I was still all right. I nodded for him to continue. His thrusts started slowly getting into a sinful rhythm. I hummed out a moan which made him quicken his pace. “You’re taking me so perfectly.”
“Harder.” I whimpered.
“Fuck, Chloe.” He pulled out of me and turned me over onto my stomach. “Ass in the air.” He demanded. “Don’t make any noises. Do you understand me?” His dominance was intriguing. I nodded. “No. Tell me you understand.”
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