He’s All In

by Ella Goode

  He pulls up between Davis’ and my houses. I give him a look as Davis pops the seat up so I can get out.

  “See you tomorrow,” Davis calls to him before shutting the car door. I give him a small wave, trying to hide my disappointment.

  Davis walks me to my back door before heading off to his place. I check my phone, not seeing any messages from Berkley, so I head inside to a quiet house. Both of my parents are working again tonight.

  I head toward my bedroom and begin stripping out of my clothes, putting on shorts and a shirt. I wonder if I could at some point snag a shirt from Berkley to sleep in. He’ll likely give me a funny look when I ask, but I know he’ll do it.

  I fall back into my bed, smiling. I didn’t get what I wanted tonight, but at least I still have Berkley. It’s nice knowing that I wasn’t going crazy. That all along I haven’t been reading him wrong. That he wanted me as much as I did him. Since that night in my backyard, it’s like a switch has been flipped in him. A side of Berkley has come out that I had no idea even existed. A side that turns me on. He makes me feel sexy and wanted.

  I slip my hands into my shorts, spreading my thighs apart. I find my clit, thinking about Berkley. I pretend no one busted us today and begin to fantasize about what would have happened if we weren’t interrupted. Thoughts of him pushing up my shirt and sucking my nipple into his mouth have my clit aching for release.

  I jump when my phone dings, breaking me from my fantasy and scaring the crap out of me. I grab it to see that I have a text from Berkley.

  Berkley: Let me in.

  I jump from my bed, running toward the back door. I flip the lock and let him in, quickly shutting the door behind him and flipping the lock again.

  I turn, resting against the door. “You’re back.” I smile up at him. He stares at me for a moment before taking a step into me.

  “Why are your cheeks flushed, sweetness?” I’ll never get over him calling me that name. I bite my bottom lip, wondering if I’m busted. “What were you doing before I got here?” He reaches up, pulling my lip out from my teeth.

  “Touching myself.” I don’t even hesitate to tell him. I want him to know what he does to me. How he causes this ache deep inside me. He sucks in a breath, and I can see the hunger in his eyes. His eyes drop down, taking in what I’m wearing. I’d never wear this out of the house. The shorts are extra short and my shirt clings right to me. I can feel my hard nipples against it.

  “What were you thinking about?” His voice is rough.

  “You touching me. What would have happened if no one caught us today.”

  “What would have happened?” He pushes himself all the way against me. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me easily into his arms.

  “You sucked on my breast before slipping your hand into my panties.” I’m sure my whole face is turning red at my confession, but I don’t care. I don’t want to keep anything from Berkley.

  He turns, keeping me in his arms as he makes his way toward my bedroom, kicking my door shut behind him before dropping me onto my bed.

  “Berkley?” Oh God, he better not stop this time.

  “Is that what you want?” I shake my head adamantly. I’ve wanted this for so long. “Then take your shirt off.” Before I can chicken out, I grab the hem of it, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. The only light in the room is from the moon spilling in from my window. “Fuck you’re beautiful.” He comes down on the bed, kissing me.

  I wrap myself around him, kissing him back. He groans as he pulls his mouth from mine as he slips to the side of me, sucking my nipple into his mouth. A sensation that I’ve never felt before courses through my body.

  My clit throbs, begging for the same treatment by him. As if hearing my plea, his hand slips into my shorts.

  “You’re so wet.”

  “You do that to me.” I wiggle on the bed, unable to keep still.

  “Then I better take care of it for you.”

  “Yes. Please take care of me,” I agree. I feel him smile against my breast before he flicks his tongue against my nipple. His fingers find my clit, and my legs fall apart more, inviting him to do whatever he wants.

  I feel myself getting closer to coming. It’s so close. I cry out when his fingers leave my clit.

  “Berkley!”

  “I’ve got you,” he says, slipping his fingers more down my folds, into the sweetness that has pooled there until he reaches what he was looking for. He slowly pushes one finger inside of me.

  “Oh, God.” I pant. I’ve never even done that to myself. He pumps in and out of me before adding another finger. My hips move in sync with his finger. My body wants more of the pleasure he’s giving it.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. I’m going to have to finger fuck you all the time so that when you’re ready I’ll be able to take you.” His dirty words only ramp up my desire.

  “Yes, take me,” I agree. My mind is only ruled by lust in this moment. His thumb finds my clit again as he keeps pumping in and out of me.

  “Berkley.” The only thing I can get past my lips is his name. How many times have I lain in this bed fantasizing about this very thing and now it’s really happening.

  “You’re going to come for me.” He groans. Before I can respond, his mouth is on mine. He hooks his fingers inside of me, pushing on something that sends me falling into my orgasm.

  My whole body tries to come off the bed as I moan into his mouth. He doesn’t stop kissing me as his fingers slow, and his thumb gives my clit a few more swipes, making my body jerk.

  He milks out the rest of my orgasm until I’m boneless on the bed. Except for my legs that can’t stop shaking. He pulls his mouth from mine before jumping from the bed.

  “Berkley,” I call after him, but he’s out of my room in a flash. I hear the bathroom door open and slam shut a second later.

  I put my clothes on and put my shirt back on when I hear the water come on before he steps out of the bathroom. I prop myself up on my elbows as he shuts my bedroom door again.

  “Did you touch yourself?” I ask.

  “Yeah.” He slips back into the bed with me. I roll to my side to make sure we have enough room. Berkley is a big man.

  “I could have done that for you.”

  “Go to sleep, sweetness.” I smile burying my face in his neck.

  “Parents get home around six,” I inform him as my eyes grow heavy. He pulls me in closer to him, and I throw my leg over him. Everything in the world is right with him in my bed.

  “Then I’ll stay until five.” I kiss his neck, loving the sound of that as sleep takes me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Berkley

  Peeling myself away from Chandler’s body is not easy. She’s warm. She’s soft. She smells like the perfect mixture of sleep and sex. But her parents are going to be home soon, and I don’t want her to get in trouble. I’m a lucky fuck and I shouldn’t take advantage of it. I slide out of the bed as quietly as possible, grab my clothes, and tiptoe down the stairs. In the dark hallway between her family room and the kitchen, I get dressed.

  The sky is still dark when I step outside. I give one last lingering look to the house and head off to my car, which I parked down the street. Halfway there a voice calls out, “Berk?”

  I nearly fall on my face in my surprise. My jaw locks down as Davis comes jogging into view. His T-shirt is tucked into the back of his shorts, and steam is rising from the top of his head. He went on a run this early in the morning?

  “What the hell are you doing here?” he asks, swiping a hand across his sweaty forehead.

  The back of my own neck starts to feel damp. I clamp a hand back there and summon up an excuse. “Thought I forgot something here the other day.”

  “Oh?” His eyes widen in innocent surprise, and my gut churns with guilt.

  I spent the night in his girl’s bed, holding her in my arms, touching her pussy. I did all of this knowing that Davis has a thing for her. Even though Chandler doe
sn’t have the same feelings for Davis, he isn’t aware. And here he is feeling like shit, not sleeping, getting up before dawn to run or not even going to sleep at night. I have to tell him.

  “Look, I—"

  He throws an arm around my shoulders and starts dragging me to the front door. “Let’s eat first. Should we wake Chandler up?”

  “Ah—“

  “Nah, let her sleep. You know if it wasn’t for the two of you, I don’t think I would’ve made it this far.”

  “It’s only been two weeks.”

  “I know. That’s what I’m saying. You and Chandler are like holding on to the rope and I’m floating in the ocean of my feelings.”

  “Right. About Chandler—“

  He pulls the door open and pushes me through. “Did you think Syracuse was looking at her funny last night? Cuz I thought so. I might have a talk with him. Hands off because Chandler’s off-limits.”

  “To Syracuse.”

  He drops his arm and heads to the cabinet to pull out a box of Cornflakes. “To everyone. Grab some bowls, will you?” He moves on to the refrigerator.

  I do as he tells me, and he continues to ramble.

  “Chandler’s special and we can’t have Syracuse, a pussy hound, after her. It would mess everything up. We have a good dynamic right now. I don’t want it to change. Maybe after the virus has run its way through all of us and we can go back to normal, but for now let’s just keep things as they are, don’t you think?”

  I set two large bowls on the table and pour the Cornflakes in. Is he really talking about Syracuse or does he know something is going on between Chandler and me, and this is his subtle way of telling me to keep it to myself?

  Didn’t I tell my dad once basically the same thing? After I’d caught him in the house, he’d wanted to come clean to Mom, but I told him to keep his trap shut. He only wanted to tell her because it would drain away some of the guilt he felt. Isn’t that why I wanted to confess to Davis? So that every time I saw him, I wouldn’t feel like my gut was trying to devour itself?

  “You’re spilling.”

  “Huh?”

  Davis reaches out a hand and places it over my bowl. Cornflakes sprinkle on top of it before I realize what I’m doing. I jerk the box upright and look down to see the cereal overflowing.

  “I wasn’t paying attention,” I admit.

  “No shit.” Davis cocks his head. “Something wrong?”

  “No. Just tired.”

  I gather up the excess into my hand and go throw it away.

  “It’s the pandemic fugue. I’m feeling it, too,” Davis says, his voice following me to the sink where the trash can sits tucked inside the cabinet. “After you dropped me off, all I could think of was how I should be on the field breaking all of Carter Franklin’s records. Sixty-five touchdowns in a season. That was my goal and here I am and the only record I’m achieving is how many times I can beat my meat a night.”

  “Thanks for that image,” I say, retaking my seat. Davis hands me the milk.

  “You’re welcome. For the record, baby oil is better than lotion.”

  I can’t keep my laughter in. I laugh so hard that I begin to choke. Davis slaps me on the back hard enough to shake the table. Once I get myself under control, I start eating. Like the Cornflakes, I’m going to need to swallow my guilt. Davis doesn’t need to hear it—not now. He’s got enough on his mind, and if the group is what is keeping him sane, then Chandler and I can keep our mouths shut and our hands to ourselves when he’s around. There will be time enough to tell him later. The important thing is that we get through this with our friendship intact.

  “What were you going to say about Chandler?”

  “Huh?”

  “Earlier, you said something about Chandler, and I cut you off.”

  “Ah, it was nothing.” I pat my pocket. “So I was looking for my black card. I went to order something and couldn’t find it. Called Chandler and she said that maybe it fell out when I was here.”

  “Maybe. Let’s go look after we’re done here. What were you buying that you needed your black card?”

  “A bike. I was thinking we should have a bike.”

  “We?”

  “Yeah, you and me. You wouldn’t be able to ride one during a season because it’s too dangerous, but now…” I dangle the thought in front of him.

  Davis’ eyes light up. “A bike?”

  “Yeah.” I can already feel Chandler’s thighs wrapped around mine, her tits pressed against my back, her head on my shoulder. I don’t have good ideas all the time, but this one? This one is inspired.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chandler

  I pull another pie out of the oven and set it on the countertop. That is four pies I’ve made over the last few hours. Now what am I going to do?

  “Are you okay, sweetie?” Mom walks into the kitchen, dropping a kiss on my cheek.

  “I’m fine,” I try to reassure her.

  “I’m your mother. I know when something is bothering you.” She opens the cabinet to look for her travel mug.

  “I already made it.” I motion to the table where I put her coffee and lunch that I packed for her. I also made her an egg sandwich for breakfast, which is her favorite. It might be dinner time for the rest of the world but Mom and Dad are just starting their day.

  “You’re so good to me sweetheart.” She gives me another kiss on the cheek.

  “It’s not a big deal. You know I love cooking.” It also feels nice that I could do something for them. They are both busting their asses. If I can make their lives a little bit easier right now, I am going to. It’s the least I can do.

  “Are you going to tell me what’s on your mind now?”

  “Really, Mom—”

  She cuts me off before I can tell her it’s nothing again. “You made four pies. You only make pies when you’re worrying over something.” She pulls on the end of my braided ponytail. “Is it a boy?” I bite my lip, looking down. Mom has always been open about sex and everything in between. So I know that I can talk to her about anything.

  “I like someone,” I admit. Using the word like is a giant understatement for what I feel for Berkley, but I’m not ready to admit that out loud. “We've been hanging out.”

  “So you and Berkley are finally admitting how you feel.” She gives me a bright smile.

  “You know?” My eyes almost pop out of my head. Of course she knows. I know mom radar isn't real but sometimes I second-guess that. She might be busy, but she always seems to keep her finger on the pulse of what’s going on with me.

  “We all know.” Dad joins us in the kitchen. He drops a kiss on the top of my head. He’s fully dressed in his EMT uniform and ready to go. Mom is in her regular clothes. She changes when she gets to the hospital.

  “You told him?” I give Mom a questioning look.

  “I’ve seen Berkley. I didn't need anyone to tell me anything.” I seem to be the only one around here that misread Berkley. Dad grabs his stuff off the table. “He’s a good kid, so we’ve stayed out of it.” Mom nods in agreement. Berkley does not look like a kid. He’s quickly gone from a boy to a man over the last year. “See my girls later.” Dad drops a kiss on Mom before he heads out the door.

  “So what’s the problem?”

  “It’s stupid.”

  “It’s not if it’s bothering you.”

  “Berkley hasn’t texted or called me all day.”

  “He might be doing schoolwork,” Mom suggests.

  “I was in a Zoom meeting and I overheard some of the girls talking about inviting Sy and Berkley over. I brushed it off because Berkley isn't into that kind of crap.” At least I don’t think he is. I might be being naïve here. “But then he hasn't reached out to me all day.”

  “Why don’t you call him?”

  “I don’t want to be clingy!” Mom laughs. “Go to work. I’m overthinking it. I’m sure everything is fine.”

  “That boy has been into you for years. He’s not at some
other girl’s house. If anything, he’s waiting for me to leave.”

  “Mom!” I gasp. “He is not.”

  She only laughs harder. “I’ll leave you be for now.” She grabs her stuff off the table. “You’ve been taking your pill, right?”

  “Mom!” She laughs all the way to the front door until I hear it close behind her. I grab my phone off the counter, checking it again. Still nothing.

  Am I being clingy? After what we did last night I was sure I’d get a morning call or text. I debated calling Davis to poke around, but then I felt like a stalker. The sound of a roaring bike has me walking toward the front of the house. I push open the front door, coming out on the porch. I see Berkley standing next to his car and Davis on some fancy-looking bike.

  Berkley gives me a chin nod. A chin nod! I know he can’t do anything right this second with Davis right here, but it only irritates me more. I pretend to not notice him.

  “You want to ride with me?” Davis takes off the helmet, wiggling his eyebrows at me. Berkley’s whole body stiffens at the question.

  “I’m good.”

  “Why don’t you take it for another spin?” Berkley suggests. I know he’s trying to get me alone. I don’t bother to look his way again. If he can ignore me all day, I can ignore him right now. “Go show Sy.”

  Davis puts the helmet back on. “You kids don’t do anything I wouldn't do while I’m gone,” he teases as he jumps on the bike, taking off. I turn to head back into the house. I try and shut the door behind me, but Berkley catches it before I can.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I’m fine.”

  “Fine?” He furrows his eyebrows as if he knows that me saying I’m fine means I’m the total opposite of fine.

  “I’m great?”

  He steps more into the house, and I have to step back. He kicks the door closed after him.

  “You’re mad at me?” I shrug. “Are you going to tell me why?” I shake my head no. He runs his hand through his short hair, looking frustrated. “Been missing you all fucking day, sweetness. Can you please tell me what I did so I can fix it and then kiss you already? We’re on borrowed time here before Davis gets back. I don’t want to waste one second of it. Tell me what I did to upset you.”