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TWENTY-FIVE

Beck

P ractice wasn’t for another few hours, which meant I had plenty of time to close my eyes and get more sleep. But for some reason, my eyes wouldn’t shut. I was fully awake, and sleep was the furthest thing from my mind as I faced the opposite side of the bed, staring at the empty spot.

The place where Jolie should be lying.

It didn’t matter if she was in front of me or only in my fucking head; the thought of her, like the sight of her, made my dick throb.

It made me painfully hard.

One of the images I couldn’t get out of my head was when I had been in her office a few days ago and I was teasing her with my words, knowing every one I spoke was working her up even more.

When I begged to touch her pussy and she acted as though she didn’t want it.

When we both knew she did.

She probably didn’t even realize that her jacket had fallen open, the shirt underneath that was tight against her body showing her nipples—and they were as hard as my dick was right now.

She wanted me to lick them.

She wanted me to bite them.

She wanted me to pull them with my teeth.

And while my mouth was on her body, she wanted me to touch her cunt.

She’d wanted me to slide down her stomach and stop at the top of her clit, massaging that tender spot with my tongue. And as I got that little bead hard and wanting and desperate to come, my finger would slip inside, arching up, the end of it grazing her G-spot.

Fuck me.

I needed her.

Since I slept naked, I rolled onto my back, moving the covers off me, the cold air in my room doing nothing to tame my cock; all it did was make me crave her mouth even more. I stretched my fingers around my dick, the instant friction causing me to moan, “Fuck.”

The tightness of my palm sent the top of my head into the pillow behind me. Within a few strokes, my toes were bending toward the end of the mattress.

I saw Jolie behind my closed eyelids. The outline of that gorgeous body. The way her hips briefly jutted out, rounding to her ass, and how those cheeks cinched up into the most perfect-shaped heart.

I released my dick just long enough to spit on my hand, and I resumed the same movement—going from base to tip, rounding across my crown, and down the other side, a constant U formation.

Fuck, it felt good.

But her mouth would feel so much better.

So would her ass as I glided between her cheeks, teasing that forbidden hole, getting even the smallest taste of it, before plunging into her pussy.

I wanted that tightness.

I wanted to get soaked in her wetness.

My heels pushed into the mattress, my body swaying to the rhythm of my hand. The harder I stroked, the faster I pumped, the deeper I moaned, “Jolie.”

I saw her.

I fucking felt her.

Hell, I could even smell her.

It was that combination that had me thrusting my fist over my cock as quickly as I could go, my fingers squeezing, trying to mimic her cunt. That was what sent me straight to the edge, forcing the cum toward my tip.

But what really brought me there was her.

The sound of her begging in my head. The sound of her pleading for more. The sound of her desperate to be fed my cum.

She was taking it. Every fucking inch.

Sucking it.

Urging it out of me.

Right at that moment, when the intensity was moving through me, the little fucking tingles that started in my balls and burst through my shaft, peaking, I shouted, “Fuck yes.”

And behind my eyelids, Jolie’s eyes locked with mine.

There was something so perfect about a woman holding your gaze when you filled her with your cum. It was that eye contact, the way you weren’t just giving her something you wanted, but she was taking something she had asked for that was so fucking sexy.

And Jolie always asked for it.

I didn’t block the stream as it shot from my tip. I didn’t try to catch it.

I just slid my palm up and down my dick, twisting out the cum, letting it hit my stomach, reaching as high as my chest.

Each load that landed, I moaned, “Jolie,” as though she were the one milking it out of me. And I didn’t stop until the very last drop was drained. “ Mmm .”

My hand gently released my cock, my feet went straight, my arm reached back to grip the headboard, and I pulled myself up, glancing down my body to see the aftermath. There were drops of white everywhere, some creating small puddles as they rolled into the valleys between my abs.

I needed a shower.

I released the headboard and lay flat, waiting for the satiated feeling to take over, the calmness that normally came after I got off.

But it wasn’t there.

There was no fullness and no quietness.

It didn’t matter how much cum I beat out; unless Jolie was the one doing it, I was never going to be satisfied.

“I’m guessing you’re on your way to practice,” my sister said as I answered her call.

I turned down the volume of the speakers—a volume that had been perfect for music, but far too loud for Eden’s voice.

“What, are you tracking me?”

“Maybe.” She laughed. “But, no, I’m not.”

“What’s up?”

“I’m just checking on you.”

Of course she was.

I gripped the steering wheel and turned at the light, shaking my fucking head.

Through text, I’d filled my family in on the Jameson bomb.

Not a single one of them could believe that Jolie and her father were the new owners of the Whales.

They hit me with a slew of questions, but the one that was asked more than once was what would happen to us—and if there would be an us.

I told them about the conversation Jolie and I had at my house, and their questions had seemed to die down a little.

But I knew it was only a matter of time before they started back up.

“Were you delegated to be the one to call and ask about Jolie?” When she didn’t say anything, I added, “I’m sure you’re all wondering how it’s going. I haven’t said much in the family text thread.”

“You haven’t said anything.”

“Because there’s shit to say.” I sighed. “I haven’t brought her over to the dark side yet.”

“Do you think you can?”

I let out another long breath. “I sure as hell hope so. Every day feels like this endless fucking tease.” Two cars ahead of me was a black Wrangler with chrome running boards, and I chuckled to myself.

I couldn’t escape her. “I get why she would have reservations, and it would be complicated in the beginning—the team would eventually find out, her dad might have issues with us being together. I’m not sure.

But, Eden, I don’t know how much longer I can take this. ”

“Is her being there affecting the way you’re playing?”

She was the only one of my siblings I’d told about the Boston game and how badly I’d played and how I’d let it all get in my head.

“Not yet,” I told her. “But it’ll be interesting to see what happens when we start traveling.” I slowed down for the light.

“What’s that going to look like?”

“Dude, fuck if I know. Torture? Yeah, I’m going with torture.”

“Remind me, do the coaches and staff stay in the same hotel as the players?”

I was getting restless just thinking about it. “Same hotel. My luck, she’ll be on the same floor as me.”

“Your luck, she’ll be in the room next door.”

“Don’t put that out into the universe. I won’t sleep a goddamn second if I know she’s on the other side of my wall.”

“Knowing you and how you work, I give it a few weeks. Maybe less, assuming she’s feeling the same way as you.

You can only be strong for so long before the temptation takes over, and you two being around each other that much, I think it’s going to be impossible for her to resist you.

Unless she has no feelings—then that’s a completely different situation. ”

“She has feelings.”

I was fucking sure of that.

At least ones that were physical. But if she was worried about the way her father would react and the future of her job and if the team was going to respect her, that could certainly affect her emotionally.

And it could put a giant roadblock between us—bigger than the professionalism motto that she’d been chirping about at my house.

Would I ever get her to move past professionalism and officially get her to be mine?

Did she even want that?

“I’m sure she does have feelings,” Eden said, tearing me out of my thoughts. “But still … Beck …”

“What?”

“It’s nice to see this side of you. I wasn’t sure I’d ever see it. You, like all the others in this family—aside from Hart—have been so anti-relationship and?—”

“Wait. Are you really talking to me about being anti-relationship? When I don’t think you’ll ever date?”

She turned quiet.

I wasn’t surprised.

When it came to this topic, Eden could dish it out, but she couldn’t take it.

And I understood why, but I wasn’t making digs at her; I was simply stating the obvious.

Because I knew she wasn’t going to say anything, I added, “You know, there are moments when I agree with you, and I think it’s just a matter of time. And then there are moments when I think she might not choose me.” My thumb was tapping the steering wheel as the honesty poured right out of me.

“And if she doesn’t choose you?”

The cars in front of me had either changed lanes or turned, which put me directly behind Jolie. I could see the outline of her hair and shoulders through her back windshield.

“I don’t know …”

“If she doesn’t, being around her every day during the season would be tough.”

Tough?

No.

It would be excruciating.

And I didn’t know if I could do it …

“Don’t fucking remind me,” I barked.

“Walker’s calling. I’m going to merge us together instead of telling him I’ll call him back. One sec.” There were a few moments of silence before Eden said, “Walker, hi.”

“Walker, my man,” I voiced.

“What the fuck is happening?” Walker said. “I called Eden and got you too?”

“I was already on the phone with Beck, so I decided to stick us all together,” Eden explained.