Page 9 of Playmaker

Cameron

I promised myself when I came home for break that I would stick to my strict routine. Weekends I allow myself to relax and hang out with friends, or sometimes I’ll spend it bingeing a new show that’s popular. But the weekdays are for heavy training and schoolwork. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. I knew coming home, there would be distractions around me, but so far, none of them have worked.

Until tonight.

Until I received a text that Maddie Davis was at Jamie Foster’s party.

What the hell has gotten into her?

This isn’t her. She’s a homebody who would much rather be curled up with a book than surrounded by people she doesn’t know, and I’m not responsible for her, but I can’t help but wonder why she’s having this change of personality all of a sudden.

Did she hit things off with Mark? It was too damn tempting to ask her about it earlier on our bike ride—a bike ride I should have been more careful about planning. Papago Park is about an hour away from Wickenburg, so I thought it’d be a safe spot where we wouldn’t be discovered. Jessica popping up was a surprise, and not a good one. She could easily go back and tell Ethan I was there with his sister, but hopefully she didn’t recognize Maddie.

The fear of the what-if propelled me to this stupid party. I’ve already had my fill of drinking this past weekend, but with it being spring break, even the weekdays are considered a free-for-all to everyone else.

This party isn’t much different from Mark’s. It’s the same vibe—beer pong, smoking, dance floor. I haven’t spotted Maddie yet, and the gut-twisting sensation that brings me is enough to make me want to take a shot.

No .

This is training week.

I’m here to find her, make sure she’s okay, and then I’ll be on my way. If I’m lucky, I can still be in bed by ten.

Finally, I spot Mark in the kitchen making himself a drink. Or is he making Maddie a drink? I don’t want to think about what they did in his car, or if she’s waiting upstairs in a room for him to return, but isn’t that why I came here tonight? Maddie isn’t a partier, and if she’s changing herself due to some guy convincing her it’s cooler . . .

I step up to Mark’s side and glance around the kitchen. “Hey. Have you seen Maddie?”

He nods and takes a swig of his beer. “Yeah, she had to use the bathroom. Should be back any minute now.” Tilting his head to the side, he studies me longer than I’d like for him to. “Why do you ask?”

Because the thought of your lips on her skin makes me physically ill .

“Ethan asked me to check. He stayed back tonight.” Lies . Well, Ethan did stay back, which is odd considering he never misses a party, but he didn’t ask me to check on his little sister. That concern is all stemming from me.

“Ah, okay. Well, you can tell him not to worry. I’ve got her.”

My jaw ticks at his statement. He’s not her boyfriend. He doesn’t own her. She belongs to no one but herself, which is ironic considering I’m here acting like a territorial caveman when I have no right to be.

“Can I ask you something, though?”

I nod even though the only thing I want to do is go home and crawl back into bed. It was a mistake coming here. A huge mistake.

“I know you’re more experienced than I am, and I just have to ask . . . have you been with a virgin before?”

My blood instantly runs cold. “No,” I reply tightly. “Why?”

Virgins mean attachment. I don’t do attachment. Every woman I’ve been with has had experience, too, but the only reason Mark would be asking me that is because . . .

“Maddie told me she’s a virgin,” he says, running a hand through his blond hair. “I figured you already knew this considering you’ve known her for so long, and I . . . well, I need advice on how to go about it. I don’t want to fuck this up if I get a shot with her, you know? I want to make it pleasurable for her, too, and—”

Grabbing a shot off the counter beside me, I don’t ask what’s in it as I throw it back, enjoying the burn it brings.

No fucking way .

Maddie is fucking stunning. Of course, it’s her choice when to lose her virginity, but I assumed she already had. I assumed thousands of guys have begged to sleep with her, so why would she hold out? Or more importantly, for whom ?

My heart hammers inside my chest with a mix of anticipation and hope.

This can’t possibly mean what I think it does.

And if my suspicions are correct? I’m utterly fucked .

“I can’t help you,” I reply. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an early morning with training and everything.”

I have to get out of here. My lungs feel constricted, my vision is hazy from the smoke, and if I see Maddie in this crowd before I find the exit, I’m going to do something really fucking stupid like kiss the hell out of her.

Keeping my head down, I won’t even let myself look at the people surrounding me for fear of seeing her. Instead, I focus on the littered cups on the hardwood floor and the different feet of strangers.

I’m in the home stretch when suddenly, a hand grasps my elbow.

Fuck. If it’s—

Jeremy, another former teammate, slaps me on the back before he pulls me in for a hug. “I didn’t think you’d be coming home this year!” he exclaims. Judging by his red face, I’d say he’s already three sheets to the wind. “Come on, come on. I’m nominating you.”

“Nominating me for—” I inwardly groan, the pieces clicking together. “The blindfolded seven minutes shit? We’re too old for that now. We’re adults.”

He snickers and pushes me toward the coat closet. “Which makes it even better. Now that we’re older, we’re more experienced, and that means what happens in the closet is dirtier than before.”

The blindfolded version of seven minutes of heaven—a childish game where the girls select a female of their choosing and the guys select a male. The two nominees are blindfolded and shoved into a closet without knowing who they’re paired up with. It’s a stupid-ass game I don’t have the time for tonight, but if I don’t agree, I know what the consequence will be, and I really can’t afford to get shit-faced tonight.

My dad will kill me if he finds out.

Rolling my eyes, I wave for him to put the blindfold on. “This is only because there’s no way in hell I’m taking three shots. I won’t be able to drive home.”

“Whatever you say,” he sings. “Your lucky lady is already waiting for you. Good luck.”

When my vision is black, I’m shoved into the tiny coat closet that can hardly fit me comfortably, let alone another person. It’s stiflingly hot, and the silence echoing between me and the girl is awkward to say the least.

I’ve never failed at this game. Getting a girl to kiss me has never been difficult. Whoever the girl is, she’s breathing heavily, like she’s nervous, and I can’t help but wonder if this is her first time getting roped into playing this game.

That’s fine. I’ll just put on the charm like I always do.

“You’re shy,” I note. “Is this your first time doing this?”

Is that a sharp inhale I hear?

The girl doesn’t speak, and I swear it’s another thirty seconds before she puts a hand on my chest. I don’t know why she isn’t speaking, but oddly it’s hotter this way. My cock seems to like it, and since he’s been out of commission as of late for reasons I’d rather not dwell on, I’ll gladly take what I can get if he’s excited.

“You can take it off if you prefer,” I say, relaxing my head back against the closet. Even though our time is dwindling, she takes her time running her fingers over every indent between my abs. It’s as if she knows exactly where each one lies beneath my shirt.

I’m growing impatient, but I hold still until she completes her examination and finally tugs the shirt over my head, leaving my chest exposed.

The second her fingers land on my bare skin, my body is on fire for her.

Every section she touches feels hot .

So hot.

Since she seems to like exploring my body, I explore hers. I start at her waist, testing to see how far she’ll allow me to go. Just at the mere touch of my fingers on her stomach, she bucks her hips toward me, already ready. She’s incredibly responsive, and that makes my cock incredibly happy.

She’s curvy in all the right places. As I trail inch by inch underneath her shirt I hear her breathing become more intense. Quicker. Unsteady. She’s practically panting when I reach what I’m looking for, and as soon as my hand wraps around an—obscenely—overly developed breast, I feel her nipple hard and erect against her bra.

Christ .

Who the hell is this?

I’m too turned-on to care. I’ll discover her identity when the timer comes to an end and the people outside rip this closet door open.

For now, it’s a secret, and it’s hot .

I lean in to close the distance between us, mere inches from her face when it finally hits me.

Vanilla .

Sweet, raw hunger fills my veins as I recognize the all-too-familiar scent. My hand is cupping her breast, my other squeezing her hip, and suddenly, everything makes sense. The reason she isn’t speaking. Why my cock is raging hard.

It’s Maddie.

Oh fuck .

Testing my theory even further, I reach up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, unsurprised when a ringlet wraps around my fingers.

I should stop this.

I should pull our blindfolds off and walk right out of this closet.

But this is the perfect excuse. I technically don’t know it’s her. If Ethan finds out, I’ll just tell him we unknowingly got paired up for this stupid game, which is the truth. He can’t get pissed at me if I didn’t know I’d be kissing his sister, right?

Everything has led up to this moment, and suddenly, all the practice I’ve had seems nonexistent. The girl in my arms isn’t just any girl. She’s Maddie , my very first crush. The girl I almost kissed, something I’ve regretted changing my mind about ever since.

This is my chance to correct that mistake, and even though it could be the biggest error I’ll ever make, she’s right in front of me, and that damn scent of vanilla is as intoxicating as ever.

When her fingers land on my chest again, searching and teasing, I inwardly groan and send a silent apology for the sin I’m about to make.

I do something really fucking stupid and kiss the living hell out of her, and as soon as I do, I wish I hadn’t.

Her lips are soft, and meld perfectly with mine. I’m trying hard to keep it slow, but I’ve waited years for this. I’ve waited so long to kiss her that I don’t know what to do with myself. Rationality is gone. My gentlemanly nature is out the window. If this is the only kiss I’ll share with her, I sure as hell want to make it worthwhile.

Dipping my tongue into her mouth, I get a soft little moan in response. My cock thickens against my jeans, nearly bursting at the seams to be released. I’m hard as a rock pressed against her. Never in my life have I been concerned about coming in my pants, but tonight may unlock a new fear.

I push my fingers into her hair and press her firmly against the wall of the closet. It’s hard enough not to make noise for others to hear, but a few coats fall off the hangers and land at our feet. This kiss is filled with so much passion, so many emotions behind it, that I find myself melting into her.

It’s getting hotter in this small place. We’re a clash of teeth and tongue, little beads of sweat traveling down my chest. She doesn’t seem to care, though, as her hands move down my biceps, squeezing firmly as if to get out her aggression.

Good god this is the best kiss I’ve ever had.

I want to kiss her harder, deeper , until she can somehow understand how much I want her right now—how much space she’s taken up in my heart and mind over the years. How I will probably never be able to stop doing this.

“Wait. Cam.” She breaks away from the kiss, panting breathlessly. “It’s me. Um, Maddie. I—I don’t want you to regret this. I heard your voice, so I know it’s you. I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner, I just—”

“I know it’s you,” I pant against her lips. “I know it’s you, Mads.”

“And you don’t want to stop?”

I can’t take it anymore.

I remove both our blindfolds, and although it’s dark in here, I can still make out her features. She’s absolutely breathtaking right now. Her lips are parted, and her eyes are wide as she awaits my answer. Her cheeks are a bright red from the heat, and I find myself completely and utterly lost in her.

“Not the least bit,” I reply, attempting to catch my breath. “Do you want to stop?”

She shakes her head and wraps her fingers in my curls to bring me back to her lips.

We have about five minutes left in here, and I’m going to make the most of it. I don’t know when—or if—we’ll be able to do this again.

I put my fingers back on her bra, tentatively seeking if she still wants me to go further. Mark revealed to me that she’s a virgin, and I was being truthful when I said I’ve never hooked up with one before. I don’t do attachments, but with Maddie . . .

The thought of Mark possibly being the one to give her those experiences makes me pull her bra back, still giving her the ability to tell me to stop. If she didn’t want me to do this, she wouldn’t allow me to. If I know one thing about Maddie? She always speaks her mind.

In response, Maddie’s hips buck up to fully press against my groin.

I’ll take that as a yes .

Finally, thank—fucking— finally I’m able to move her bra to the side and feel what I’ve wanted to for years. Her tits are warm and soft, her nipples hard against my fingertips. I’ve always been a weak, weak man for her, and now is no different. I bend my head down and wrap my tongue around her nipple, licking and sucking and worshipping her.

I want to show her how good I am at this.

I’m sure she’s given herself plenty of orgasms before, but I want to give her one she doesn’t have control over. She has no idea how much pleasure can be felt when another person brings you to the brink of ecstasy.

“ Cam ,” she pants. “Oh my god .”

I’m battling a case of blue balls, groaning at the sound of my name rolling off her tongue in such a seductive way. I’ve imagined her moaning it in my dreams but hearing it in person brings a whole new level of desire.

I continue to suck, gently rolling her nipple with my teeth before I ease the sting with my tongue. Her breasts are incredible, and given the opportunity, I’d please her just like this for hours.

Unfortunately, we aren’t granted eternity, so while I continue to lap her nipple, I press my hand between her legs, over her leggings, until her pussy is placed perfectly—

Fucking hell .

“You’re already soaked,” I groan, strumming my fingers along the fabric.

She’s biting on her lip in pure agony. This is the part where we should probably talk about the repercussions of this and should stop while we’re ahead, but her pussy has a heartbeat against my palm, and I’m too weak to pull away.

I put pressure with the heel of my hand against her clit, and my heart skips a beat at the fluttering of her lashes. She hooks her arms around my neck, growing limp in my arms aside from the occasional grinding she’s doing to gain friction.

“You need to come before this door opens and we’re caught,” I whisper gently into her ear. “Can you do that for me?”

She nods frantically, her pretty pussy rubbing against my palm.

So responsive.

So beautiful.

“That’s it,” I coax as her eyebrows scrunch together. I’ve never been disappointed that I can’t sink to my knees and taste a woman’s bare pussy with my tongue, but I have a craving to taste Maddie. It’s a fucking tease to feel this much wetness and not have the ability to bury myself in it. “Let go for me, Mads.”

She clutches my biceps and throws her head back as she falls apart in my arms, and while she does, I log every feature of her face to memory. Her eyes have fluttered shut. Her jaw’s dropped slightly open. Her cheeks are rosy and her hair is wild from my hands raking through it.

One of my hands covers her mouth to muffle her moans while my other continues to rub circles on her pussy to gather the wetness. I know she’s sensitive, but I’m too much of a selfish bastard to pull away from her.

I want to drown in her.

I want to dive inside her ocean and never climb out.

“What did we just do?” she asks. When I take a small step back, she reaches up to fix her bra and smooth down her hair while I tug my shirt back on.

I don’t know what to reply. For the first time in my life, I’m utterly speechless as we both pant heavily, attempting to cool ourselves down. We don’t have the luxury to discuss what happened. Not when I know the others outside this door will soon throw it open to try to catch us in the act.

“Maddie—” I start, but I’m caught off guard by the door flying open.

My thoughts are jumbled. I’m too infatuated with the images in my head of Maddie as I made her shatter in my arms a few seconds ago. Everyone stares, disappointed that we aren’t naked or in a state of debauchery.

Maddie straightens her shoulders and props a hand on her hip as if I didn’t just give her the best orgasm of her life. “Did you all really think I wouldn’t know it was Cameron in there? Come on, we grew up together.”

I blink absently at how well she’s able to hide her feelings.

Even if I wanted to say something, I don’t think I’m capable of speaking. I don’t trust my voice not to falter. As much as she can pretend nothing happened, I can’t. Not when she just rocked my fucking world and almost made me finish by hardly even touching me. I gave all the pleasure to her , and yet it was one of the best sexual experiences I’ve ever had.

When the lack of entertainment has everyone going their separate ways, Maddie locks eyes with me, and we seem to have a silent conversation. Now isn’t the time to discuss it with so many gossips and familiar faces around. If one word got back to Ethan that we actually enjoyed our time together, he’d kill us both.

“I’m going to see if I can sleep at your house. See if Ethan is still up.”

We’ll talk later?

An unspoken comment, but one she seems to understand.

With a jerk of her chin, she leaves me in the hallway alone, and I’m annoyed I can’t explain to her how incredible that moment between us was. I want to give her the reassurance I know she’s seeking, that she has no need to worry.

Our kiss was perfect.

It was better than I thought it would be.

But there’s nothing I can say as I stare after her retreating back.

All I’m left with is the unwavering fear that another opportunity to do that with her may never happen again.