RUNNING GAME (A SECOND CHANCE SPORTS ROMANCE)
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“Your knee is never going to heal this way,” I whispered.
“Fuck my knee. It’s my cock that needs your attention.”
I laughed, and he rolled back over on top of me, his cock hard again and sinking into me once more, as if to perfectly prove his point.
23
JESSE
We’d managed to pull our naked bodies away from one another and, after serious protest from me, Maisey insisted I do my exercises. She went from making me explode in pleasure to making me cringe in pain with her torturous regimen.
I complained the whole time and she just laughed, never letting up until we were completely finished with the therapy.
“Let me take you on a proper date,” I’d urged before she left, pulling her into my arms and kissing her again.
“A date? Why? That’s not necessary,” she shook her head, her messy after-sex curls bouncing around her lovely face.
“What do you mean why? Because you’re a beautiful woman that deserves the world, that’s why. Let me take you out.”
“No, way, Jesse. That’s not part of the plan.”
“Do we have a plan?” I asked.
“No, I guess we don’t,” she replied with a smile. “But it’s not good for us to be seen together.”
“Why not? You’re single, I’m single, who fucking cares?” I asked.
“My boss would care. And you have fans taking pictures of you everywhere you go. I don’t want to have to answer anyone’s questions, and I certainly don’t want my face plastered on TMZ.”
“Okay, okay, I get it. So let’s have a date here. I’ll cook for you. We’ll have dinner on the balcony. Come on,” I said.
“You cook?” she teased.
“I do a lot of things you don’t know about,” I said, leaning down and kissing the side of her neck. “Tonight?”
“Mmm…no, I can’t tonight,” she murmured.
“Tomorrow night? It’s Saturday, we don’t have PT on the schedule during the day. Come on, Maisey, it’ll be fun. You deserve it.”
She sighed, her eyes filled with indecision.
“You know you want to….” I tempted, leaning down and biting her earlobe until she squirmed away.
“Alright, what will one dinner hurt? But you can’t tell my boss, okay?” she said.
“If I’m not going to tell him how amazing your pussy feels, I’m certainly not going to tell him we’re having dinner together, sweetheart.”
She laughed and playfully punched my arm.
“Alright,” she agreed. “Tomorrow night. 8 p.m. okay?”
“Perfect!” I laughed, pulling her close and kissing her deeply again before opening the door and watching her walk away.
My eyes grazed over her perfect figure, my cock begging me not to let her leave.
But I did.
She’d be back, I told myself with a smile.
In the meantime, I needed to learn how to cook…
24
MAISEY
So much for saying no, I thought, as I waited in the cab for Maddy to come out of her school. What was that saying? The road to hell is paved with good intentions? Something like that…
Was that what this was? Hell?
I’d sure gotten myself tangled up in something, hadn’t I? I wasn’t even going to pretend to resist anymore. I’d just enjoy my time with Jesse, and when it was all over, I’d move on. Like it had never happened in the first place.
I knew trying to say no was useless at this point. If I didn’t enjoy his touch so much, I’d have hated myself for being weak. For being powerless to his charms. It was like some bad dream but it felt so fucking good.
The truth was that I hadn’t been touched in so long, I was starving for it. With one kiss, Jesse had opened up a dam that I’d been holding back for so long. A dam of emotion, of yearning, of need. I’d put my own needs on hold for so long, putting Maddy first, and in the process I’d even forgotten that I had my own needs to begin with.
I’d been living on autopilot for so long, coasting through life just trying to stay afloat.
I’d forgotten what it felt like to really live. To feel things. To be touched. To be desired.
The thing is, Jesse had done more than just awakened my body, he’d awakened a part of me that I’d buried a long time ago. His touch had reminded me that I was a woman. A healthy, twenty-eight year old woman that had perfectly natural sexual desires. I’d shut that fact away in the back of my mind a long time ago. I’d spent too many years pretending I wasn’t a woman. I was just a mother. A provider. An asexual being that didn’t even waste timing thinking about the pleasures her body could provide.
But now that Jesse had woken up that side of me, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to shove it back in its cage after he was gone. But I couldn’t think about that right now. Because the thought of him leaving had gone from something I was eager to happen to something that hurt to think about. None of that matters, though.
My life doesn’t have room for Jesse in it. Not in any long term way. And I didn’t fit in his world either. We were two completely different people, living two completely different lives, and it had always been like that. Nothing could ever change that.
I’d known it ten years ago and I knew it now. That was one thing I couldn’t pretend wasn’t real.
And the reason for that was waving and running at me right this very second.
I was so pleased to see a smile on Maddy’s face today. Her ponytails bounced around her head as she jumped into the back of the cab with me.
“Hi, Mom!” she kissed my cheek, and settled in to put on her seatbelt as the driver drove away from the curb. “I love taking a cab home! Can we do it every day?”
“Well,” I groaned. “At least for a few days until I can figure out how to get our car fixed.”
“Can’t we just buy a new one?” she asked.
“No, honey. We can’t afford that right now,” I said. After paying for the roof over our head and her medicine, I was barely making ends meet. Extra expenses like new cars weren’t in the budget.
“Well, I don’t care. I like this,” she said, smiling at me and then looking out the window. I couldn’t help but stare at her in a new light today. Her blonde curls, those blue eyes…I reached over and touched her soft hair, pulling her close for a hug.
“I love you, baby,” I said. “How was school today?”
“It was alright, I guess,” she said.
“Just alright?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she murmured.
“What happened, babe? Was it Sara again?”
“Yeah. Sara and Brittney, too.”
“I’m sorry, baby. Were they making fun of your inhaler again? I think I should talk to the principal, Maddy. This can’t go on.”
“No, that wasn’t it. Not this time,” she said, looking away from me.
“Then what?”
“They were - well, they were making fun of me because I don’t have anyone to go to the fifth grade dance with.”
“What dance? You didn’t tell me about a dance, Maddy. And you’re only in the fifth grade, since when do you need a date for that?”
“It’s um… It’s a father daughter dance.”
“Oh. I see,” I stiffened. Maddy had taken the fact that she didn’t have a father in stride, but I knew things like this would come up eventually. It was something I’d told myself I’d deal with when the time came.
I guess that’s now.
“I can take you, honey,” I said, gently.
“You’re not a man,” she replied, her voice filled with sadness.
“Well, that’s true. How about Eddie?” I asked. “Eddie’s a man.”
“Yeah, I guess. He’s not my father though…” her voice trailed off and I stared over at her, contemplating how to fix this.
It was all my fault. I got that.
I’d known I’d have to pay for my decision eventually, and yet the timing was so damn awful that it made me want to cry.
All this time, it’d just been me and Maddy, and that had been enough. She’d never really questioned me. Once, when she was five, she asked me if she had a father and I told her yes, but he wasn’t a part of our lives. That answer had been sufficient then, but it probably wasn’t anymore. I was surprised, though, that Maddy had never asked any more questions as she got older.
But with this new development, I had the distinct feeling that my time was very close to being up.
And what the hell would I do then?
“Darling, it’s so good to hear from you!” Eddie gushed through the phone. “It’s been over a week and you haven’t called! You must be up to something good!”
I smiled at the sound of his voice. He was the most expressive person I knew. I could see almost see his smile through the phone.
“Not really,” I said, feeling guilty for lying. He’d faint if I told him the truth, right before bitching at me for not telling him sooner. “How about you?”
“Well, I’ve been in rehearsals for the new revue we’re putting on at Charlie’s. It’s already sold out for the first weekend - can you believe that?”
“That’s so great, Eddie, I can’t wait to see it!” He’d been performing for twenty years as a drag queen in Denver, and I loved going to his shows. They were entertaining, hilarious and over-the-top flamboyant. It was always a good time, and I always ended up drinking way too many margaritas, because Eddie practically fed them to me in between his performances, insisting I didn’t have enough fun in my life and that I needed to loosen up. That was another reason he’d lose his shit if I told him about Jesse. I’d definitely upped the level of fun in my life with him.
“You’re going to love it, Maisey! And at least it’ll get you out of the house again! You’re such a hermit!”
“I know, I know…actually, that’s why I was calling, believe it or not. I was wondering if you could come over tomorrow night and watch Maddy. If you aren’t busy, I mean. I know it’s Saturday, but I thought I’d ask.”
“I’m available tomorrow. Saturday’s MC is Poison Flowers - you remember her? We met her at the parade last year.”
“Yes, of course, I do. So, great, you’re off, can you be here by seven?”
“Wait a minute, Ms. Thing! Do you have a date?!” he cried.
“No, Eddie, it’s not a date.” Second lie. Dammit. “Just having dinner with a friend.”
“A friend, huh? Who? Since when do you have friends, besides me and Maddy?”
“I have friends!” I protested, laughing. He was right, I didn’t have any friends outside of him.
“Girl, you sound funny. I’ve never heard you laugh so much. What’s going on? Tell Uncle Eddie all about it. C’mon…”
“There’s nothing to tell, really. I’m just having dinner with a friend. Be here at seven, okay?”
“Okay, okay. Just tell me you’re not going on some internet date, though? I don’t want to have to raise Maddy all alone after you get chopped up in a million pieces by some stranger off craigslist.”
“God! No! Jesus, Eddie, you’re so morbid!” I exclaimed.
“I’m not morbid! I’m just being realistic. And safe. I’m a drag queen, darling, it’s my job to be safe. You have to think about these things, in this day and age….”
“Alright, alright. I hear you,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s not an internet date. I promise. Just dinner with someone I know from work, that’s all.”
“Okay, then, darling. See you and Maddy at seven tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Eddie.”
I hung up with a smile.
At least one person in the world was looking out for me. I don’t know what I’d do without Eddie. It was nice to have someone to call to look after Maddy that I trusted completely. It was hard raising her own my own, without a family, without a partner, and professional babysitters were expensive and few and far between. It was hard being alone.
And I knew it was hard on Maddy, too.
I made a vow to do what I could to increase our circle of friends, for her sake. She deserved more people in her life that loved her. That she could talk to or depend on. One of my deepest fears was something happening to me. I couldn’t imagine leaving Maddy all alone in the world. It’s a fear I’d wrestled with since she was born, but outside of Eddie, making friends wasn’t all that easy when you were a hermit, as Eddie so eloquently stated about me.
I needed to get out. Meet more people.
Maybe going to Jesse’s penthouse for dinner would do nothing towards accomplishing that fact, but it was a baby step in the right direction. A date.
With a man.
A real man.
What a concept, huh?
That night, after dinner, I looked through my closet, trying to figure out what to wear tomorrow. Scrubs weren’t going to cut it this time.
But then I got lost in the vision of Jesse between my legs, slowly, teasingly pulling my drawstring loose and I got completely distracted, and before I knew it I was locking my bedroom door and sliding between my sheets and reliving it all over again.
Jesse had a hold on me. His touch had engraved itself into my skin, and I had never known such intense yearning. Every time I thought about him, I could feel him on me all over again, touching me, kissing me, whispering to me. It was absolutely delectable and the sense of it being completely forbidden only seemed to increase the deliciousness of it all.
I drifted off to sleep that night, my head clouded with everything Jesse. I let myself drown in it, indulge once more in the memories and fantasies. It was really all I had.
Time flies. And before long, instead of saying ‘yes’ to Jesse, I’d be saying ‘goodbye’, and these memories would be all I had.
I ran over everything in my mind, over and over, until every detail was etched into my brain forever.
Tomorrow night, I’d go to him and allow myself one more magical night with no thought of the past or the future getting in the way.
Adult conversation. Adult activities. No thoughts of secrets. No guilt.
A perfectly natural evening between a man and a woman.
Just pure pleasure between two consenting adults.
Nothing more and nothing less.
25
JESSE
I hobbled to the door, determined not to use the stupid fucking crutches tonight. They made me feel weak… Like I was less of a man. Tonight called for me to be completely, one hundred percent masculine. I wanted Maisey to see me for who I really was, not some half-assed guy wobbling around on a couple of sticks. I could take a little pain to prove myself. Hell, I was used to getting barreled down by men twice my size, I could handle it.
I could handle anything.
Or so I thought, until I opened that door and almost fell to my knees at the sight of Maisey. She was stunning. Gone were the scrubs, gone was the hesitant shyness, gone was the curls pulled tightly in a bun. She’d replaced all of that with a dose of pure sex.
Her black curls were smoothed into soft tendrils that cascaded down to her bare shoulders. She’d poured herself into a tight red silk dress with thin spaghetti straps that hugged her curvy breasts and hips seductively. The front of the dress plunged to a v deep below her natural cleavage, showing a tiny bit of side boob that almost gutted me. She wore tall, black suede pumps that made her three inches taller than normal and there was a deep red lipstick smeared across those luscious lips that I was now dying to kiss.
“You look - amazing!” I cried, pulling her into my arms and doing just that.
“Stop!” she said, her eyes darting over to the ever present Grady by the elevators.
“He doesn’t care,” I assured her, pulling her in and closing the door. “And besides, he’s sworn to secrecy.”
“Of course he is,” she laughed, as I closed the door and limped over to her on the couch. I winced
as I sat down next to her.
“You should be using your crutches,” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“I’m fine,” I said, with a dismissive wave. “And so are you!”
“Thank you,” she smiled. “I thought about wearing my scrubs,” she said, shrugging.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” I replied, resting my hand on her bare knee and leaning forward to kiss her again. Her lips were soft, so sweet.
“You look nice, too,” she said. I’d put on a pair of black slacks and a black sweater, which was the first time I’d put on pants since the surgery and it wasn’t easy getting the pants over the bandages on my knee. I wanted to look nice for our dinner, and now that I saw how she was dressed, I was glad I’d done it.
“What’s for dinner?” she asked.
“Well, about that. I tried to cook for you, I really did. Unfortunately, that smell you just walked into is burnt steak and some kind of garlic sauce,” I replied, casting my eyes to the side.
“I think it adds to the ambiance,” she said, laughing.
We both took a second to smile, seconds ticking away until I was finally able to pull my eyes free from hers.
“… Anyway, I ordered in from Mizuna.”
“The expensive French place on Capital Hill?” she asked, her eyes widening.
“That’s the place,” I said. “Hope you don’t mind?”
“Are you kidding? Of course not. My friend Eddie raves about that place, but I’ve never been. I hear they’ve got a waiting list three weeks long and I’m pretty sure they don’t deliver…”
“They deliver for me,” I replied, glancing back at her with a questioning look. “So who’s Eddie?” I asked.
“Oh, just an old friend.”
“An old boyfriend?” I asked, feeling a sudden twinge of jealousy.
“No,” she laughed. “He’s gay. Calm down, stud,” she winked.
“Alright, alright,” I said, laughing with her and shaking my head. “So, shall we go out to the balcony?”