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Personal Foul

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by Hayley Faiman


  “That baby? Seriously? She’s living with you?” she spits as though it leaves a bad taste in her mouth.

  “Yeah, she’s livin’ with me. Love her, Britt, and I’m gonna marry her,” I state.

  “Marry her,” Brittany mutters as she twirls around. “Holy shit,” she whispers.

  I watch her run away. I should probably make sure that she’s okay but I don’t. The realization of my words hit me and a smile forms on my lips.

  I’m going to marry Jessa. I love her and I’m never letting her go. She’s mine and soon she’ll be bound to me and carrying my last name.

  My phone rings in my hand and I look down to see an image of Jessa slumped on the ground. “What the fuck?” I whisper.

  Standing I grab my office keys but quickly drop them, along with my ass back in my chair. I have no fucking clue where she’s at. I scrub my hand over my face as my phone alerts me to another message.

  UNKNOWN: Next time we’re playing with her. This time is only a warning.

  My heart races. I feel like I’m in a fucking cage. I need to find her. Just then a noise sounds at my door. I look up and there she is.

  My eyes staying locked in on Jessa. “Come over here, baby,” I murmur as I stand at my desk.

  My legs are like fucking rubber and I’m not sure I can actually walk over to her myself.

  Jessa runs in my direction and launches herself at me. My arms wrap around her waist, and I pull her toward me. My head dips down and my lips catch hers.

  My tongue plunges deep into her mouth, tasting every inch of her sweet, warmth. She moans as her fingers twist in the back of my hair, and her chest presses closer, rubbing her hard nipples against me.

  Once I feel like I’m able to move. I carry her in my arms over to my door and close it with a slam. “What the fuck?” I whisper.

  Jessa shakes her head. “I don’t know. I started feeling funny and then everything went black,” she whispers as her bottom lip trembles.

  “I’ve never been so fucking scared. That five minutes shaved goddamn years off of my life,” I growl.

  As my lips travel down the column of her throat, my hands start to unbutton her jeans on their descent.

  “I need to feel you. How do you want me to fuck you, baby?” I ask as I shove her jeans and panties down her hips and shove two fingers inside of her already damp cunt.

  Jessa moans, dropping her head back as I curl my fingers inside of her and move them just how she likes. “I don’t care. Whatever you want, honey,” she gasps.

  “Fuck yeah, whatever I want,” I grunt. “Take everything off, you’re riding me.”

  She grins as I pull my fingers out of her, her eyes heating when I shove them into my mouth to taste her. She then starts to undress. Walking over to my sofa, I lock the door before I strip and sit down to wait for her.

  Jessa starts to walk toward me, her breasts swaying slightly with each step she takes. Fuck me—I’m one lucky fucking bastard, I think as she straddles my hips.

  “Make yourself come, baby. Work my cock,” I murmur.

  Jessa takes my dick in one hand and slowly sinks down until she takes me completely inside of her. Then she cups my cheeks with her hands.

  “I love you, Cole,” she sighs, her light brown eyes focused entirely on me.

  “Love you, sweet baby, more than you could ever know.”

  I watch her ride me, my heart racing in my chest. I can’t get the image of her slumped against that wall out of my fucking head. She’s watching me, her eyes hooded as she rides me but all I can see is her unconscious and fucking vulnerable. Unable to control myself I grab her waist and flip her onto her back.

  Pulling almost completely out of her I dive back inside, my hips slamming against hers. Jessa lets out a cry. I’m unable to stop. I need to feel her around me, her pussy warm and tight. I wrap one of my hands around her throat and let out a growl as her pulse beats against my hand.

  “Honey?” she whimpers, her eyes focused on mine in question.

  I make an animalistic sound in the back of my throat as I slip my other hand between us. Finding her clit with my thumb, I start to rub against her in quick, firm strokes. Her pussy squeezes around me and I hear her gasp as my hand tightens around her throat. I fuck her harder, my hips pummeling against her until I roar with my own release.

  Releasing her throat, I wrap my arms around her and shove my face in her neck. “I’m okay,” she whispers against my ear.

  “I didn’t protect you,” I murmur against her skin.

  She hums, as one of her hands shifts into my hair and gently tugs. Lifting my face from her neck, I stay planted deep inside of her, my eyes focused solely on hers. “I think it was my mother,” she whispers.

  “I’ll kill her.”

  Jessa’s lips tip in a small smile as she lifts her head and presses her lips to mine. “I’m okay,” she repeats. “We’re aware now,” she explains. I want her words to ease my fears, but they don’t. I’m not letting her out of my sight from now on. “We’ll be vigilant,” she continues.

  Fuck vigilance.

  I see that cunt again I’m having her hauled off in handcuffs.

  COLE

  I GLANCE BETWEEN my office phone and my computer screen, feeling as though both of them are time bombs ticking, ready to explode. I called my dad just a few minutes ago and asked him to come to my office to talk. He needs to know about what happened to Jessa and what I’ve just done before I tell my mom. I need all the extra eyes on Jessa that I can get at this point.

  “Son?” my dad calls out as he knocks once on my door. I lift my eyes and smile. “Shut the door?” he asks.

  “Lock it, too.”

  He nods and he watches me as he makes his way to the chair in front of my desk. “Jessa talk to you this morning?” he asks, looking almost worried.

  I think back to a few hours ago and how I fucked Jessa on the sofa. There was talking, but it wasn’t about my family. Shaking my head, I tell him no.

  “Huh. I thought that’s why you’d called me,” he murmurs.

  I’m going to go back to this conversation, but I need to tell him about Jessa’s mother and then come clean with what I’ve just done. I need to tell him what could happen.

  “Jessa’s ex is juicing, along with several of the other players,” I announce.

  My dad nods, “I know. She told your mother that’s one of the reasons she left him,” my dad states.

  I’m surprised she told my mom that; then again, I’m not. My mom knows how to talk in a way where you find yourself spilling your entire life story.

  “That ex, contacted her mother somehow. She came by my place a few days ago. I thought she was just some harmless junky. Here to be an annoyance. Turns out I was wrong,” I say trying to keep my head from exploding in rage.

  “How so?” he asks.

  Closing my eyes for just a moment I reopen them and look directly at my father. “She was drugged today. I don’t know how, but I was sent this,” I explain as I show him the picture of Jessa passed out. “She’s okay, she’s in class right now. How she talked me into letting her go I have no fucking idea,” I grunt.

  It’s a lie. I know how, she looked at me with those big light brown eyes and I fucking caved. I told her to stay inside of the class until I was outside, that I would text her when it was time to come out.

  “What the fuck?” my father whispers.

  Shaking my head, I wrap my hand around the back of my neck, squeezing to try and relieve some tension. “I need extra eyes on her. At least until all this other shit dies down.”

  “What other shit?” my father asks. His lips are pinched tight and he looks as pissed as I feel inside.

  “Did Jessa tell you that the school wasn’t going to do shit about the ‘roids?” I ask. My father scowls even deeper as he shakes his head. “Yeah, head of the athletic department told me as long as they were winning, it was no-harm-no-foul, essentially.”

  “The fuck?” my dad growls.


  “That’s what I said. John and I are not down for that shit. Nothing we could do, though. We felt like our hands were tied. But I can’t live with myself or sleep peacefully at night knowing what I know,” I explain.

  My father nods. He’s the man who taught me right from wrong, good from bad, and he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, either.

  “I got a copy of the report from the school lab. I sent it to this weekend’s opposing team—not only to their head coach but also to their athletic department. I also sent a copy to the local media,” I explain. My dad’s eyes widen.

  “You sure this is what you want? The blowback from this…”

  I nod once, wrapping my hand around the back of my neck, massaging the tension. “It’s done, dad. I couldn’t stand to not only allow these boys to keep harming themselves, but also potentially hurt another player on the field. How could I live with myself?” I whisper.

  “Shit storm is brewin’,” my dad announces. I nod in agreement. “You did the right thing. I’m proud of you, son. No matter the outcome, I’m proud as fuck.”

  My lips twitch in a grin at my dad’s words. “Thanks. I just hope that whatever happens, it doesn’t affect Jessa.”

  “She loves you, Cole. I’ll help in any way that I can with her safety,” he announces.

  I look up, and my eyes connect with his. He believes it, he’s not just saying it. He sees how much she loves me. “I love her, too,” I murmur.

  “Yeah, son. Not much not to love about her. Your sister’s still acting like herself, but me and mom really like her. She’s good for you, and you for her. No matter what happens with this, you can’t hide or shield her from it. Instead, you need to lean on her, and trust her to absorb some of this shit for you,” he suggests.

  Nodding in agreement, I run my hand over the front of my face, letting out a sigh. “And we’re staying until all this shit is out, in case you need us as well,” he announces.

  “Really?” I ask in surprise, though it shouldn’t surprise me at all. My parents are the kind of people who drop everything and anything for their kids.

  “Whatever you need, son. Plus, your moms at the grocery store stocking up. We’ll be here a while. She’s determined to teach Jessa how to make all of your favorite meals. In fact, she’s determined to be her mother, and teach her everything she possibly can,” my dad announces.

  My throat goes dry, and I try to clear it but I can’t. “She’d really love that,” I choke out.

  “Figured, with her past, she would,” he states.

  “She told you?” I ask. My dad nods.

  “We’ll take care of our girl, all of us.”

  “Except for Caitlyn,” I chuckle.

  My dad rolls his eyes as he stands. “Don’t you worry about your sister,” he states. “See you at the house before dinner.”

  I don’t get a chance to say anything else as he’s already out the door. I look down at my watch and curse. I’m late for weight training. I make sure to grab my cell and lock my office up before I jog toward the weight room.

  JESSA

  “KISS ME, BABY,” Cole whispers as we’re standing at the door that leads to the kitchen.

  He’s dropping me off after my last class of the day. His parents are inside, and he has to hurry back to the school for practice.

  My lips part as I push up on my toes and I press my mouth to his. Cole’s tongue slowly glides around my mouth, tasting me, savoring me, as though he hasn’t kissed me in a month, instead of just a few hours ago in his office. He nibbles my bottom lip before he breaks our kiss, and I sigh as his eyes open and watch me.

  “I’ll see you soon,” I breathe.

  His forehead touches mine and he exhales. “Soon, baby,” he rasps. “Be safe.”

  “Hey,” I whisper, slipping my hand up his chest and around his neck. “Are you okay?” I ask.

  He shakes his head, his lips twitching. “I’m okay. Worried about you, and I just got that phone call I’d been waiting for. We’ll talk at dinner. I already briefed my dad on the issue,” he murmurs.

  “Everything’s okay, though?” I ask as my eyebrows tug together in worry.

  His hand slips up my back, over my shirt to tangle in the hair at the back of my head. He surrounds me, his chest pressing against mine and his nostrils flaring as his eyes flash. If his parents weren’t inside, I know that he’d tear my clothes off, right here and now, and I’d welcome it.

  “Yeah, sweet baby. Everything is just fine,” he rasps before he presses his mouth against mine in a hard kiss. Then, as quickly as he wrapped me up in his arms, he releases me and takes a step back. “Now, go inside before we give the neighbors and my family a fucking show,” he growls.

  With a giggle, I wrap my hand around the doorknob and twist it, watching him as I open the door and back inside of the house. “I love you, Cole,” I whisper.

  “Get inside,” he grunts. I close the door quickly and flip the lock in time to hear him chuckling, then my phone buzzes in my pocket.

  Cole: I love you too, baby.

  I couldn’t wipe the huge smile off of my face even if I tried. Leaning my back against the closed door, looking down at my phone, is how Loretta finds me a few moments later.

  “Who messaged you?” she asks, shaking me from my thoughts.

  “Cole,” I blush. She chuckles.

  “I was hoping it was my son who put that smile on your face.”

  My cheeks heat even more, surely deepening my blush. “He always makes me smile,” I admit.

  Her own lips form a grin and she nods. “I picked something up for you for dinner. Now, before you say anything, I just wanted to buy you something pretty while Caitlyn and I were out. Also, the fridge and pantry are fully stocked, and I’m announcing myself as your teacher in the kitchen. I’m going to show you how to cook some of my favorite recipes.”

  I stand in complete shock, my eyes wide, and my vision becoming blurry as they fill with tears. “Go upstairs now. Before you know it, Cole will be home and we’ll be headed out to dinner,” she whispers, her own eyes filling with wetness.

  I don’t do exactly what she says. Instead, I run toward her and envelop her in a hug. It takes her less than a breath to join me and wrap her arms tightly around my body. “Thank you,” I whisper. She doesn’t say anything, and I pull away from her as we both immediately start to wipe our eyes. “Go,” she urges.

  Doing as she asks, I hurry upstairs. Once I’m in my room, I gasp at the sight in front of me. There, lying on the bed, is a black glossy bag. Hesitantly, I walk toward the bag, curious and yet a little intimidated by it and what could be inside. I’ve never shopped anywhere that had bags this nice, not ever.

  Reaching inside, I feel tissue paper, and I pull my hand back as though it’s bitten me. Then I take a deep breath and slip my hand back inside to pull out the wrapped item.

  Carefully, I lift the tape, breaking the paper as I unwrap the item. Then I gasp again. It’s the most beautiful coral dress I’ve ever seen.

  The dress is simple, with three-quarter length sleeves, satin fabric, buttons down the front, and a satin sash for a belt. I can tell on my taller frame that it’s going to be short, but the tag inside proves that it’s my size.

  Then my eyes widen when I see a turquoise chunky beaded necklace in the bottom of the bag with a set of thin gold bangle bracelets. I sink to the bed, clutching the dress to my chest as I cry.

  I stay on the bed for at least thirty minutes, crying and thinking about how Cole’s family has embraced me. They don’t even know me, and his parents have taken me in and accepted me. They could judge me for being so young; they could hate me on sight, the way his sister does, but they don’t.

  They’ve taken time to get to know me and my story. When I thought they would turn their noses up, they didn’t. Cole told me a little about himself and how we aren’t so different. Now this, his mom buying me an outfit and then informing me that she’s going to teach me how to cook? I know it’s her way of taking
care of Cole, but she knows how much it all means to me, too.

  Looking over at the clock, I gasp at the time and hurry to the bathroom to shower and get ready for tonight. Once I’m out of the shower, I brush my long hair and decide to curl it in big loose rings that hang down my back. I apply a light layer of makeup, but add a more dramatic eye. When I’m finished, I hurry and pull on a pair of nude, all lace panties, then add my matching bra, the only matching lingerie I own.

  Slipping my arms through the satin dress and buttoning it sends chills over my body. It feels heavenly against my skin; better than anything else I’ve ever worn.

  Hurrying to my closet, I pull out a pair of dark brown wedge shoes, slipping my feet inside before I make my way back to the bed to don my jewelry.

  I’m just clasping my necklace when the door opens and I hear a grunt behind me. Spinning around, I see Cole standing there, his eyes fixated on me and his nostrils flaring.

  “Baby,” he murmurs.

  “Your mom bought me a dress today,” I announce, my voice just above a whisper.

  He grins as he closes the door and makes his way toward me, his arms wrapping around my waist and hauling me against his chest. His lips touch mine, and his tongue slides across the seam, my mouth opening immediately for his invasion—his welcome invasion.

  “Gotta take a shower. Go downstairs,” he grunts against my mouth.

  “Downstairs?” I ask as my eyes slowly open.

  He chuckles, shaking his head. “You stay up here a second longer, I’m fucking you, and my dad looks pretty fucking hungry. He’s held off eating lunch, knowing we’re going to a steakhouse. If I delay his food, he’ll bust in here while I’m balls deep inside of you.”

  “Cole,” I breathe.

  “Downstairs,” he states, taking a step back from me. I grin and grab my phone as I hurry out of the bedroom and make my way downstairs.

  Once I’m in the living room, Loretta walks in and stops in her tracks. “Oh, it fits,” she practically squeals.

 

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