Page 25 of Playmaker
Maddie
The following morning I wake up to an empty bed.
I’m wrapped in sheets that smell of Cameron—a mixture of pine and mint—and the comfort of his scent smothers the spike of adrenaline I have when he’s not here.
He wouldn’t have left me, right?
No. Not when our night together was everything and more. I can still feel the ghost of his lips on my skin. His mouth against the shell of my ear as he whispered filthy things to bring me to release. In seconds, my skin is flushed at the memory, and I roll onto my side to discover a piece of white folded paper with my name on it on the nightstand.
Getting breakfast , he wrote in his chicken scratch handwriting. Beside the note is a glass of water and an ibuprofen, and I smile before I take the pill and chug the entirety of the glass. I can already feel the soreness between my legs with every movement.
I lost my virginity last night to Cameron Holden . He said I was his, and while we haven’t discussed labeling this or what it means for our future, I allow myself to bask in the sweetness of his note and the kindness of his gesture for thinking of me enough to leave me pain medicine. For one day, I don’t want to worry about what this is between us.
Today, I just want to enjoy this.
The smile is still plastered to my face while I make his bed in just his T-shirt, which is so large on me it falls past my knees. I’m humming a tune and swaying my hips without a care in the world when suddenly, the door to his bedroom swings open.
Christ .
I whirl around with a hand placed over my heart, horrified it might be his father again, but it’s just Cameron holding two bags from McDonald’s. My heart pounds when his eyes drop to my bare legs, and he doesn’t hide his perusal while he drags his gaze back up to my face. “Well, good morning to you too,” he mutters in a husky tone. “I thought I was hungry for food, but maybe I was wrong.”
He makes it so tempting to tug him back to bed. However, after a night of working out with him, I’m famished. I need to eat first. “What’d you get?” I inquire, attempting to steal a peek into the bag.
“Your favorite,” he replies. “A number one with a French vanilla, sugar-free iced coffee.”
Even after all these years he still knows me so well. My order has changed multiple times, and yet he remembers my new favorite. It seems we’ve both been paying far more attention to the other than we let on.
He never stopped caring. Even when I thought he did.
Cameron has never been a coffee drinker, so before he even opens his bag, I know his order by heart too. I repeat it silently to myself as he pulls out the items. A big breakfast with an extra pancake, and then he takes a swig of the worst monstrosity of it all—a Sprite —before it’s even noon. I’m surprised he’s eating this given his fancy diet, but I don’t comment on it. He works out practically every day of his life. He should be allowed some type of junk food once in a while.
“Thank you,” I say when he passes mine over. Tearing the bag open, I fish out the hash browns and groan at the taste of grease.
For the next ten minutes we eat our breakfast on top of his bed, but I don’t miss the way his eyes flick to my mouth when I dart my tongue out to collect the syrup on my upper lip, and he doesn’t miss when my eyes are drawn to the way he licks his fingers, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Mmm.” His lips tug into a grin when he mimics the night we went out to dinner with my family—the night he had licked his fingers wet with my arousal. “Delicious.”
“Is it?” I rise from the comforter, a few tricks up my sleeve of my own. “Can I take a shower before I head home?” I don’t know what the hell has changed, but with Cameron, a level of confidence I didn’t know existed rises to the surface, and when those green eyes of his grow darker, I become someone I don’t recognize.
“Sure,” he replies, not moving a muscle.
“Perfect.” Reaching for the bottom of his T-shirt, I drag it over my head and toss it to the floor, leaving me bare and on full display for him. He tries to take his fill, but I turn for the bathroom before he has the chance to ogle me for too long.
“And if I want to join?” he calls.
The smile on my face grows wider.
“Then I’d say you better hurry the hell up before the door’s locked,” I say over my shoulder. A squeal escapes me when he springs off the bed, smacking his forearm on the door before I even have the chance to close it. Then again, I wouldn’t have locked it anyway. I can play games with him all day, but this one, he’ll always win.
I lean over the bathtub to turn on the water, goose bumps peppering my skin when I hear him begin to strip. His belt falls to the floor, then his shoes. My mouth is completely dry when I feel him step behind me. His bare skin meets mine, his hardness prodding my backside, and all sense of rationality leaves in an instant.
His lips meet the spot between my neck and shoulder, and little jolts of electricity travel wherever his tongue decides to land next. “Well?” he hums against my ear. “Are you going to get in?”
“You’re cruel.” It’s a breathless response, and he laughs as I step into the scalding hot water. The burn feels good against my skin. Too good. And now I’m the one laughing when Cameron hisses and jumps to the far side of the tub where the water doesn’t fall. “Why is it so hot ?” he asks. “Do you always get third-degree burns when you shower?”
I sigh, tilting my head back to let the water soak my hair. “It feels good like this.” When I open my eyes back up, Cameron is staring at me with an expression I can’t decipher. His stare lingers on mine for a beat too long before he snaps out of it and grabs his body wash off the ledge. “Do you mind smelling like me for the day?”
I remember how happy I was waking up enveloped in his scent, and immediately shake my head. “Not at all.”
He pours some of the soap into his hands and rubs them together before he twirls his finger to instruct me to turn around. I’m completely unprepared for how good it feels when his hands meet my shoulders, massaging and lathering my skin with the suds.
“Does that feel good?” His lips are against my ear when he drags his hands lower, cupping and kneading my breasts. He pays extra attention to my nipples, brushing them gently with the back of his hands, and my head falls back against his chest. I’m incapable of speaking.
His hands move farther south, almost reaching the place I’m dying for him to be until he whispers, “I don’t think soap is good for that particular area, Mads.”
Of course he’d know that. With how many women he’s slept with, he’s bound to have showered with at least one of them. They probably taught him everything about the subject, and my fear of only becoming a number, becoming another notch on his belt threatens to consume me until—
“My mom made sure I wasn’t an idiot,” he adds, seeming to read my thoughts.
I’m speechless as he rinses me off, and once the water runs clear, his hand slips between my thighs. “Is this what you wanted?” he asks. “My fingers on your pretty little clit?”
“Oh god .” I moan when he speeds his fingers up. My body squirms for more friction, desperate, but his forearm is like a band of solid steel around my stomach, holding me captive.
“Is your pussy throbbing for me yet?” he continues. “Your clit is so swollen from what we did yesterday that I’m surprised you’re able to handle this.”
“I don’t care if it hurts,” I somehow manage to choke out. “I want you.”
“Oh, you do?” His cock slides up and down against my backside, teasing and taunting while I bite down on my bottom lip.
“Please,” I beg.
Despite how hard he’s trying to remain calm, cool, and collected, I can tell he’s losing patience too. His breathing is labored in my ear, and the circles against my clit aren’t as precise as usual. “If I fuck you in this shower, I’m not going to use a condom,” he pants.
“I’m on the pill.” There’s no use going into detail about my heavy periods right now because, ew. What a way to dampen the mood.
Cameron doesn’t ask questions. Instead, he plunges a finger inside of me, and my cry of bliss echoes off the wall of the shower. “Still, I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom, but you . . .” He laughs against my neck, the added vibration nearly sending me to the brink of no return. “You’re always so wet for me, baby. It’d be such a damn shame if I didn’t get to feel you completely, right?”
I nod, at a loss for words. One finger going inside of me is painful enough, and the second he adds two, he peers down at my face, droplets of water bouncing off his curls and trailing down my chest. “I won’t be upset if you want to stop,” he reassures. “I know it was your first time last night.”
“I want you,” I pant breathlessly. “Please.”
Water keeps getting in my eyes, but I blink the droplets away and spin to face him. His abs are glistening, making him like some sort of Greek god, and after he finds whatever reassurance he needs, he picks me up so that my legs are wrapped around his waist and pushes me against the wall.
The coolness of the tiles does nothing to douse the fire coursing through my veins.
Then he kisses me, and all of my worries disappear. His hands support my ass while he holds me in place, and I’m so distracted and wrapped up in his kiss that I gasp when he suddenly slips inside of me, the burning sensation from yesterday coming back all at once.
“Oh my god.” My head falls against the tiles, eyes fluttering shut, but when I blink them open, Cameron’s gaze softens over me, that same flicker of emotion he wore moments ago coming out to play again.
“Holy fuck .” He inhales deeply, attempting to gain control of himself. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
“I’m fine,” I blurt, desperate for more. I’m filled to the brim, and yet it’s not enough. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of him.
When he begins to move, I quickly realize this position makes it far deeper than the one last night. I cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Heaven and hell. It hurts but feels so damn good.
“You’re so vocal,” he says with a smirk, but his smile fades when he thrusts his hips again. “Fuck, Maddie. You feel fucking incredible.” Picking up his speed, he plunges in and out, each time seeming deeper than the last. Soon enough, the burning sensation fades, and all I feel is him.
His thrusts become harder until his hips are pounding against mine, giving every single inch of himself to me. Water slaps from the movement, spraying off our bodies, and the heat from the steam doesn’t come close to what’s brewing between us.
“You. Feel. So. Good,” he grunts between gritted teeth. I cry out, sinking my nails into the tops of his shoulders as I try to hold on to something— anything —while he fucks me into submission.
My orgasm is building, right on the fucking cusp of spiraling out of control, when he says, “ Please come for me, baby. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
His pleading unlocks the dam I’ve been holding back, and with two more thrusts, I’m screaming his name before the world gets blurry and I see stars. My legs shake against him while he holds me in place, and when I try to wind down from my orgasm, he pulls out and strokes his release into the running water. I’m fascinated at the sight of his one hand placed against the tile, his other stroking his cock while his head is thrown back and his mouth is parted. He’s a fucking dream, and he’s mine.
All mine .
After he shakes out his wet curls, he laughs and says, “Jesus, Maddie. When I think it can’t get better, it does.”
“Are you saying that just because it’s my first time and you don’t want me to feel insecure?”
He tilts his head to the side, studying me. “You think I’d do that?”
“Well, no , but you’ve slept with a lot of girls, Cam. I’m not mad about it, but I’m new at this and inexperienced. You’ve probably had plenty of girls work their magic on you in ways you’d never imagined. I’m not them.”
“No, you’re not.” He dips his head to catch my eyes. “And that makes you all the more special.” Reaching around me to turn off the water, he steps out and grabs a fluffy towel and passes it over to me. “If you really want to know, that was my first time having shower sex.”
My eyes practically bug out of my head. “What?”
He shrugs and fixes the towel around his waist. “I told you I’ve never fucked without a condom. Didn’t want to take the risk.”
“And yet you did with me.”
His eyes meet mine in a blazing, ferocious emerald, and I suddenly can’t find the air to breathe as the oxygen is seemingly sucked out of the room. “Yes, I did, and now I don’t know how the hell I’m ever going to have sex with a condom again.”
“Was it really that—”
“Cameron! Where the hell are you? I’ve been calling your phone for the past thirty minutes!”
Time instantly freezes at the realization of who that voice belongs to.
Please, no .
Not now.
I’m not sure who panics first, because my body is frozen in shock when Cameron lunges for the bathroom door and twists the lock. A fist knocks heavily against it seconds later, and I slap a hand over my mouth to silence the heaving gasps racking my body.
There’s no way in hell this is happening.
But I’m proven just how wrong I am when my brother’s voice echoes from the other side of the door. “What are you—” His voice falters, and then he laughs. “Ah, mystery girl is here. That explains a lot. You’re going to have to come out at some point, Cameron, considering her thong and other articles of clothing are out here.”
I’m completely naked aside from the towel wrapped around my body, and with no windows in this room, there’s no chance of escape. Cameron seems to be thinking the same before he spins to face me and clasps my arms. “Stay here,” he says so quietly I can barely hear him. “Don’t panic, okay? I’ll get rid of him.”
“What if he comes in here?” I whisper hiss.
“He won’t. Just stay here and don’t make a sound, okay?”
I can’t breathe when he closes the curtain to hide me in the shower, giving me little sense of security. My body is trembling, and it has nothing to do with the cold. Cameron and I just started resolving our problems and figuring out what this could be between us, and is it really going to come crashing down this quickly?
If it wasn’t for having to stay quiet, I’d laugh at the unfairness of it.
Releasing a shaky breath, I try to calm my heartbeat when Cameron opens the door, the future of our relationship hanging in the balance of one conversation.
Here goes nothing .