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I broke my rule. Well, I half broke it. We didn’t have sex, we did other stuff. But not sex. I just hope that when she wakes up, she doesn’t regret what happened last night. What if she wakes up and thinks that I took advantage of her? I didn’t, right? I mean we both were drinking all night. But we weren’t drunk. I wasn’t. And she didn’t seem drunk either. But what if? I swear to God, I was too consumed by thoughts about making her come and the sounds that she made, made me lose my mind. So much so, that I was almost about to fuck her. But when she got tired, I realised what I had done. I didn’t want to continue.

Next time, I’ll make sure that we’re both completely sober. I hope there is a next time, because I don’t think one taste of her is going to be enough.

She shifts in my arms and her eyelids move. “Good morning, Raven.” I pray that when she opens her eyes and sees me she does not say the words, ‘I hate you’.

“Good morning.” She cuddles up to my naked chest and my morning wood is erect. Fuck. Not now, Marcus Junior.

“Sleep well?” I ask her.

She nods. Her eyes are barely open, but she smiles when she sees me. “You?” she asks me.

“Better than ever.” I really did. Until I woke up and the realisation of what I’d done, set in. I remember she said that she has only ever had drunk sex, although we didn’t have sex, whatever we did was under the influence.

Damnit.

Does that make me just one of her other hookups? I hope not. Because last night was amazing. And that was the best blow job I’ve ever received. She said that my tongue should deserve an award, well her mouth deserves a Nobel fucking Prize then. My phone buzzes on the side table and I reach for it. It’s a message from my coach. Finals are next week and it's a home game.

No pressure.

I opened his message to read just two words- Bad news.

I groan in the bed as I stretch my arms over my head. We had evening practice today, because both our coaches had some personal matters to tend to.

“What is it?” Riya wakes up and stretches her arms and legs too. “Ouch..Ouch..Ouch..Ouch!” she freezes her leg mid stretch.

“What happened?” I panic.

“Cramp in my calf.” I know just how to treat it. A good massage and a hot bath and she should be all good.

“No, don’t touch it. I can’t breathe.”

“Where is the cramp exactly?” She’s starting to freak me out.

“If I breathe, I move, I can’t move. Don’t worry, it’ll go away on its own.” She starts taking slow deep breaths. And finally lowers her legs and exhales. “Better.”

“A massage would’ve helped.”

“If you’d touched my leg then, I would’ve chopped off your balls.” And good morning to you too. I can’t help but chuckle in this situation. Until I remember that I need to wake everyone up and drive our asses to practise.

Bad news meant, bad news for us . Coach knew that if we don’t have morning practice on a weekend, the boys are going to be drunk. Which meant that he wanted us to go to practice. Ugh! I hate doing this.

“What happened?” Riya asks me as she sits up and covers herself with the duvet.

“Practice. I gotta wake the boys up.”

“But it’s only 6am. You barely slept.”

“We’re late. We were supposed to be there at 6!”

“Do you want me to go?” What? No! I want her to be here when I come back. So that I can finally fuck her this time.

She pulls the blanket up and sits upright. As if I don’t remember what I saw last night? I could cast it out with clay. I know the exact measurements of her entire body. Her brows scrunch up.

“I’ll be back before you know it. Why don’t you get some more rest?” I don’t have to say it twice, because she’s already closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over her.

I pull my ass out of bed, naked.

“Nice butt.” Riya says from bed in her sleepy voice. Fuck. I wish I could take her right now.

“I have a lot of other nice things sweetheart. I’ll show you after I come back. Why don’t you energise yourself with sleep until then?” She chuckles and closes her eyes again. I fish in my closet for boxers and put them on. Along with my sweatpants and a hoodie. I grab my winter jacket and just before I am about to step out of the door, I go back to bed and plant a kiss on her lips and head out.

You’d think that the boys would be fast asleep after some action late at night? Well, Dan and Sid are sleeping. But, when I am about to knock on George’s door, I hear moaning sounds from his room. “Yeah, suck it like that, Vanessa.” I hear him groan inside.

“What about me?” I hear another girl's voice from his room. He’s having a threesome. When did the other girl come in? I’m sure he was with just one chick when I last saw him. But then again, it’s George.

I bang on his door. “Go away, Sid. Not now. Unless you want to join. You don’t mind, right girls?” I hear three girls’ voices from inside. This fucker is having a fucking foursome. Then again, I wouldn't expect anything less from George.

“We got practice in 10. Zip it up and I’ll see you outside in 5.” I shout from outside because I have no interest in taking a look at the orgy that George is having right now.

“We better finish in 5 minutes, girls. Who’s first?” I hear George from inside. I roll my eyes and walk away. I grab a coffee from the kitchen and Dan and Sid are right behind me with their mugs. They both just walked their ‘dates’ out and flopped on the table behind. I top them up with coffee.

The boys can barely keep their eyes open. We indeed had an eventful night yesterday. Sid’s cheek is visibly swollen. Thankfully there’s no bruising because of the icing. “Why is the coach busting our asses? He was going to buss them in the evening, right?” Sid is half asleep.

“God knows what crawled up Belkis’ ass. I for once am not looking forward to this practice. He’s busting our ass with the new defences.” Dan holds his head in his hand, tugging on his hair.

I take a whiff of my coffee and let the aroma of it wake me up. I had to call up the rest of the team, just in case they didn’t receive Coach’s text. Half of the boys cursed me for ruining their morning and the other half cursed the coach and god. Well, I certainly wasn’t at fault here. “It was my idea. Fritz has a good defence, so it’s going to be already difficult for us. I really want us to win this one.”

Dan groans. “Our only weakness right now is Nolan.”

“Safety?” I raise my brow.

“How’d you say he is as a safety, Sid.” Dan asks Siddharth, who is another safety.

“He is the weak link. I told the coach to try out Bundon instead, but he said it’s too late now.”

“Who? Issac Bundon? The sophomore?” I raise my brow. I don’t like to dabble that much in our defence. I know Dan is the best at handling that, but as the captain, I can’t help but make sure we don’t fall short anywhere. Especially after having an awesome season and making it to the playoffs and now finals. It’s all so close.

“Kid does have potential. Not gonna lie.” Dan takes a sip of his coffee.

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Just like his message said, practice was bad news. Especially for defence. Belkis is milking those guys. We are done with practice at around 12pm. It is snowing outside, but we are all covered in sweat. “I’ll see you all in the evening.” Belkis walks away and all the boys groan together.

George starts taking off his shoulder pads. “He needs to get laid. Maybe then he’ll stop taking out his frustration on us.”

“Facts bro.” Kenny, our cornerback, joins the convo. We all hit the showers and it's just a bunch of guys who were hungover six hours ago and now are just sleep deprived. I know I promised Riya that I would show her a good time, but my ass hurts too badly to even walk properly. And just to add salt to my injury, George slaps my wet butt just as I step out of the shower. I’m one hundred percent sure that his hand is imprinted on my butt right now. He often forgets how he is the most buffed amongst us all!

George’s personality is so sporty and hyper that he needs another sport to direct his energy towards. As if getting tackled in football isn’t enough, he also trains for Brazilian Jiu Jitsu. I only ever went once with him…never again! He has way too much energy.

“Asshole.” I mutter. And god does that bring back memories from last night. I was beaming with joy and pride and ego when she told me that she trusted me with her beautiful ass. And god, when she moaned my name as she came in my arms. Best feeling ever!

“Want to grab brunch before heading back?” Sid steps out of the shower with his wet hair.

“Nah. Riya’s waiting for me at home.” The boys look at each other. They escorted their dates from last night in front of me, which means Riya is alone at home. Waiting for me. I checked my phone before, there were no messages.

George places his hand on my shoulder. “You’re just banging her, right?” No, I haven’t banged her! At least not completely.

I’m not telling these asshats shit about her! “She’s also tutoring me, fucker. Not to mention that interview and article thing.” Dan raises his brow at me.

Dan packs his gear in his bag and applies oil to his hair. Fucker has the most lucious locks ever and never lets any of us touch his homemade oil. His mom makes it for him every semester. “Since when do you need tutoring? You’re like the smartest amongst all jocks. Hell, if practice didn’t take up all your time, you’d be a genius. Not that you aren't. Only one of us is managing to keep their GPA above 3.7 and it’s none of us.”

“3.75” I correct Dan.

He closes the lid and throws it back in the bag. “But, you clearly don’t need tutoring. So what’s that about?”

“I don’t know. There’s something about her.” I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s true that I do want to fuck her, but there’s something more about her.

I witness something I have never seen before. George is afraid of a woman. “There’s a lot about her. She scares me. And last night was just another demonstration of how scary she can be. If you like your balls to be attached to your body, don’t piss off Riya.” George shudders.

Sid backs him up. I can’t believe that Riya scared George. Dude acts as if he’s unshakable.

“Am I the only weird one who thinks that she’s sexy when mad?” all eyes turn towards Dan. Including mine. Because no. He is not the only one.

“Don’t tell me you want to bang her too. If so, maybe you two could ask her for a threesome. I doubt any girl would say no to that.” My blood boils when George says that.

“I think the fuck not!” I rub my hair dry with the towel and toss it to the side.

“But do you really want to?” Sid asks Dan and I slow my pace, to listen to Dan’s response.

There’s a pause. “Who knows?” Fuck. I’m not even paying attention to where I’m walking and I trip on someone’s gym bag. And I hear some soft chuckling from behind me. Either Dan is fucking with my head, or he is wanting to fuck the girl I like.

We make it home and I get a whiff of sweet and salty flavours. We walk into the living room and Riya is sleeping on the couch. My small blanket is around her waist, but one of her legs is folded out of the blanket. Fuck, she looks hot while sleeping like that.

George tiptoes to the kitchen, silently. Usually he is a loud mouth or blasts music after practice. Sid is silent too. Damn! They are really scared of my Raven. And that turns me on even more. I sit down next to her and pull her head in my lap and she wraps her arms around my waist. Her head lays on my cock and I’m hard. It’s like this woman’s existence itself makes me hard. It’s unfair. I caress her hair and tuck them behind her ear.

God! She’s so beautiful! She’s my Aphrodite. And right now, she looks so much at peace. Her breathing is even and I feel her heartbeat and it churns something inside my stomach. I cannot take my eyes off her.

One thing I can never shake off from my mind though is when I saw her crying on the streets of New York. Her tears had soaked my shirt wet and the image will forever scar my heart. I cannot see tears in her eyes. Never! But weirdly enough, I want to always be the one who holds her when she wants to cry too.

“She made breakfast. Pancakes and bacon.” George loud whispers from the kitchen. Dan sits close to Riya’s feet and his gaze travels to her bare leg and her plump ass which is accentuated in this position. He was just fucking with me before, right? Man, I really hope so. Because the way he looks at her, makes my blood boil.

“She must be tired.” I spread the blanket over her legs to cover them. Just then her head moves in my lap and her eyes open.

She smiles at me and blinks her eyes open. “You’re back! I made breakfast.” She sits up and that’s when I see the oversized Ralph Lauren shirt she’s wearing. It’s mine.

It looks so good on her. My gaze falls to her legs, and she’s not wearing any shorts. I wonder if she’s even wearing her panties right now? She’s clearly not wearing her bra, because I can see the outline of the nipples that I sucked on last night.

“It’s really good.” George exclaims with his mouth full of bacon. Riya chuckles and gets up from the couch and pushes the blanket away. My shirt just covers her ass, but I see enough to see her black panties, which I thank god that she’s wearing because I would be pissed if Dan got a peek of it.

“I tried.” She walks around and puts her hand on my shoulder and bends over the couch. George chokes on whatever food is in his mouth which tells me that he just saw Riya’s lacy panties when she just bent.

“You coming?” She plants a peck on my cheek. And I almost came. Almost. I do some adjusting and make my way to the table. When she sits at the table, my shirt rides up, to expose her panties. Fuck, I can’t eat like that and from this angle, I’m sure, Dan can see it too. When I look into his eyes, they’re busy locating the food. Good. But for me, I’m busy focusing on my feast.

My Raven.