Page 32 of Just One: Box Set

Chapter Six

A my wasn’t sure who snapped first, but one minute they were staring at one another like they had been put under a spell—to tearing at each other like someone starved for touch.

Phillip reached down and tore her dress over her head and tossed it aside, groaning when he caught sight of her bare breasts.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” He leaned in, taking one of her pert nipples between his lips. The heat of his mouth set her on fire, and she leaned back, moaning in pleasure.

Phillip grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his, their lips fusing like two magnets.

Amy ground against his cock, eliciting a growl from Phillip.

His hand held her head as he plundered her mouth as his free hand slipped between her legs.

Pushing her panties to the side, he slid a finger between her folds.

Amy cried out against his lips as he pushed in another, moving them like he’d been the master of her body for years. Phillip commanded her with expertise, her core pulsing against his palm. She felt her orgasm building. The tingles consuming her veins as she clenched around his digits and exploded.

“That’s it Princess. Give it to me—all of it, baby.”

Amy rocked against him, chasing the friction of his body. “Please… I need…”

Phillip seemed to understand her unspoken desire and lifted her hips slightly. Amy felt as he shoved her underwear further to the side and then sank himself inside her. “Christ.” Phillip hissed as she fully seated herself over him. “You feel like a dream, Princess.”

Amy moved her body, rocking against him. She bumped into his cast, making her freeze. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.” Phillip urged her to move.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Amy seemed to realize what they were doing and shifted her body.

Phillip gripped her legs. “The only way you’ll hurt me is if you slide that sweet fucking pussy off of my cock. Please, Princess… finish what you started.”

Amy paused, looking down at his leg. Phillip reached between them and flicked her clit. Amy closed her eyes and moaned as she began to move, giving into the desire. She lifted and sank along his shaft, her body burning with a fire she’d never felt—not even with her ex.

“That’s it… fuck yes, baby. Can you feel how good we are together? Your pussy was made to own my dick.” Phillip moved his hips as much as he could, ignoring the pain in his leg. “Tell me you're close, Princess. Tell me you’re going to cum all over my cock.”

“Yes…” She bounced faster, rocking with each downward motion.

Phillip pinched her tiny nub, pushing her over the edge.

“Oh, fuck.” She cried out, her walls strangling his shaft as her body shuddered around him.

The heat of her juices covering his dick was all he needed to lose control.

Phillip shouted out his release, his orgasm ripping out of him.

Hot streams of cum filled her womb as he tightened his hold on her body.

“God damn, woman.” Phillip pulled her in for a kiss, searing her soul with his mark. “You were fucking made for me.”

Amy’s senses came back to her, and she realized what she’d done. “Shit.” She pushed off him and stood, the loss of him filling her hit instantaneously. “We shouldn’t have done this.”

Phillip watched in shock as she grabbed a towel and bolted from the bathroom.

He slumped against the wall and closed his eyes.

She was going to be harder to crack than he’d thought.

But knowing how she felt wrapped around him was enough to know he’d fight just as hard for her as he had to win the MLS cup.

Thinking about soccer, he realized he needed to talk with his coach.

He wanted Amy, but he wanted his career as well.

He just needed to figure out if having both were possible.

Phillip had no idea how long he had sat there. Getting up was not going to be easy. And since Amy hadn’t returned, he suspected he was going to have to figure it out on his own. As he was trying to heave himself up, the bathroom door opened, and Damon stepped inside.

“Well… this is awkward.” He huffed a laugh. “Amy said you slipped and needed help to get up. I can see she was serious. What the hell did you do, brother?”

“Can we not talk about this?” Phillip grimaced, knowing his cock was on full display. He covered himself with his hands. “Just help me up, please.”

Damon leaned down and wedged his hands beneath Phillip's armpits and hoisted him off the tiled floor. He half-carried, half-drug him to the toilet and set him on top of the closed lid. He grabbed a towel and tossed it at Phillip, a slight smirk covering his face. “Wanna tell me why you were on the floor and what put the look of complete mortification on Amy’s face?”

Phillip shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “Not really. Where is she, anyway?” His mind was still reeling over the fact that she’d just bolted on him.

“Downstairs.” Damon gave Phillip a knowing look.

“Lil’ brother… I don’t know what happened, but I’m no idiot.

I can guess it has something to do with you looking heartbroken and her looking confused.

Don’t play with her, Cross. She’s not one of your little groupies that you can just fuck and leave.

She’s the woman I love’s sister and I won’t have you making family get-together’s weird. ”

“Love?” Phillip’s eyes snapped to his brothers. “You love Allison?”

Damon shrugged nonchalantly and smiled. “Yeah… I do. And if I didn’t think it would freak her out, I’d whisk her away to Vegas tomorrow and marry her.”

Phillip sat quietly for a moment before responding. “Amy’s different, Damon. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since Harley’s wedding. I think?—”

Damon cut him off. “Holy shit… you’re in love with her.”

Phillip gazed at his brother and gave a little nod because there was no use in denying it. “But I don’t think she even likes me or sees me as more than a quick fuck.”

Damon scoffed, his head shaking in disbelief. “She’s older than you, Phillip. I don’t think she can see past the age difference or the fact you’re a superstar on the field. Amy isn’t one of those soccer groupies you’re used to taking home—she’s a woman.”

“I’m well aware she’s too damn good for me. And I am certainly aware she’s not a fucking groupie, Damon. As far as the age difference, it’s four years, that’s not much. The problem has to do with my damn doctor.”

“What does your doctor have to do with this?”

Phillip sat there with the towel draped over his legs.

“She and Dr. Spencer used to be together. But he cheated on her and now she has this notion all men in high-powered positions are cheaters. She won’t admit the chemistry between us because of my career.

A career I might not even have anymore.” He ran his hand over the cumbersome cast, covering him from hip to toe.

Damon pursed his lips and made a clicking noise with his mouth.

“Yeah… Allison was burned too. The thing is, you have to decide if she’s worth the fight.

If this is the real deal for you, Phillip, you’re going to need to be willing to go the distance.

Show her you’re not looking to hit it and quit it. ”

“I probably fucked that up already.” Phillip scrubbed his face.

Damon’s brows hit his hairline. “Jesus… you and she already?—”

Phillip raised his hand. “Don’t. It was unexpected but not forced. I wouldn’t do that to any woman. Plus, I’m sort of not in the position to be aggressive.”

“Are you saying she…” Damon glanced over his shoulder at the sound of the bedroom door opening. “Hey Amy.” He gave Phillip a sad smile. “I got this big lug off the floor. He doesn’t seem to be hurt or anything… Not physically, anyway.”

Amy forced a smile, but he could see the war waging behind her beautiful eyes. “Thanks. I can take it from here, Damon. I appreciate you coming over so quickly. I’ll let you get back to my sister, who hasn’t stopped texting me. Seems she has some plans for you this fine Saturday afternoon.”

Damon gave her a slight nod. “It was no problem.” He gave Phillip a pointed look. “If you need anything, you know how to find me. And Phillip.” Damon glanced between Amy and him, “Think about what I said.

Stepping around Amy, Damon let himself out. Amy slid into the bathroom, keeping a distance between them. “I’m sorry I ran out like that.”

“It’s fine. We got carried away.” Phillip watched as her body stiffened at his words.

“But it was a long-time coming, Amy. You can’t deny our chemistry and while I realize you aren’t ready to accept how well we fit together…

I need you to know something.” He held her gaze, watching her throat bob when she swallowed.

“I don’t want you to think I was just looking to get my dick wet.

What we did this morning means something to me, but I’ll wait until you realize that. ”

“Phillip that—” she pointed to the shower, her pupils dilating from the memory of being filled with him. “Cannot happen again. If anyone found out that I slept with a patient, I could lose my license.”

“I won’t always be your patient, Amy. So, I can bide my time. Just know I won’t make it easy for you to run when our time as patient-therapist ends.”

Amy helped him stand, ignoring the way his cock jutted from his body. Wrapping the towel around his hips, she helped him into the bedroom and onto the bed, where she’d laid out some gray sweats.

Amy shuffled her feet nervously. “Just keep it professional, ok? I can’t afford to lose my career, Phillip. It means too much to me.”

“One day, Princess, I’ll mean more.”