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CHAPTER 16

ELI

I don’t see Edin again for several days. It’s a monumental feat not to stand outside the hockey rink when I know he’ll be there. I refuse to be that creep, especially since I’m really trying to earn his trust.

But seriously, it’s driving me up a wall. I should have gotten his phone number.

However, today seems to be my day from the moment I wake up. Zeke is there as soon as I open my eyes with his phone in hand, showing me the upcoming Confessions schedule for this weekend. Sure enough, there’s Edin. Another three-fuck day.

I grab the phone from his hand and type my name into all three slots. Zeke chuckles but doesn’t say anything as I hand it back to him. “You can just put my name in and tell me,” I mutter, turning my face so it’s pressed to his shoulder.

Zeke pats my head. “Putting me in charge of your sex life, huh?”

Snorting, I say, “Hardly. I’m saying for this specific thing , just do it.”

I don’t need to look up to know he’s grinning. We remain lounging in bed for a while before he reminds me we need to head to the other side of campus this afternoon. There’s a pool in the old campus center and we’re trying a few of the harder lifts that Joelle wants us to practice in the water first.

Like a Dirty Dancing thing. Honestly, it’s an excuse to go swimming during cheer practice. These aren’t moves for this specific routine we’re working on unless we nail them in the next few weeks. Then she’ll work them in.

I’m not sure if Joelle wants us to get them or not. Especially since she had to rework the routine to take Kelsey off as a flyer. She’s now a tumbler, where she’s doing really well. She should have been there the entire time. That also means the flyer who replaced her—Dianna—needs to catch up. It’s been fun…

There’s nothing exciting about classes. I get through the day with a smile because I know I have Edin to look forward to this weekend. Knowing I get to fuck that fine ass three times has me half-hard already.

Cheer practice starts early on Tuesdays, so I’m heading for the pool by four. There’s rarely a reason for me to come down to this side of campus. It’s the ‘old campus’ with the older buildings that haven’t been remodeled or rebuilt from the ground up in the last decade.

So I’m surprised when I hear my name.

Stopping, I turn around, trying to pinpoint the voice. It sounded like…

Mo runs to the fence and stops, her fingers gripping the chain link. “Hey, Eli,” she calls with a wide grin.

I’m ecstatic that she’s no longer glaring at me. “Hey, girl. Why are you in a cage?”

She laughs. “This is where I go after school until Dad gets me for hockey.”

“Ah.” I glance behind her at the kids running around the playground. “That looks exhausting.”

Mo giggles again. Then shrugs. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. Where are you going?”

“Cheer, but we’re cheering in the pool today.”

Her bottom lip pouts. “Aw. That sounds much more fun than this.”

“Morgan. Away from the fence,” one of the teachers or babysitters—whatever they’re called in this setting—hollers as she comes toward us.

Mo glares, but the expression slides right off her pretty face as she turns to look at the woman with a bright smile. “Okay. This is my dad’s friend,” she explains. “He’s just going to practice, and I was saying hi.”

The teacher stands at Mo’s side and looks at me. She’s my dads’ age if I had to guess. Someone who doesn’t look like they should be around kids all the time. There’s no smile. Just a surly frown that looks permanent.

“I’ll see you later, Mo,” I tell her.

Mo takes several steps away from the fence and waves. It’s probably a good thing I don’t have a kid. If they looked at me like she was, all sad and miserable that she’s being left behind, I don’t think she’d ever do things like school or aftercare or shit. It would all be sunshine and fun because that look was just sad, and it kills me.

Practice goes easily enough, and the fenced-in yard where Mo had been is empty when I walk by. I’m so busy staring that I don’t see I’m about to run into someone until I nearly do. My heart jumps when I see that someone is Edin.

He’s watching me with amusement as I take a step back, reflexively apologizing. “Hey,” I say, a too-big grin spreading across my face. “I saw your daughter on my way by earlier.” I hook my finger over my shoulder toward the fence.

Edin’s smile is still amused as he glances at the building. “Yeah?”

“She’s got a real live-wire of a teacher.”

He snorts. “My guess is you met Miss Bess. Yep, I agree. Spitfire, that one.”

I laugh.

A moment passes as we look at each other. “You heading to practice?” I ask.

Edin nods. “Yeah. You?”

Shaking my head, I look back over my shoulder. “Just got done. A group of us had practice in the pool.”

He raises a brow. “Seriously?”

I flash him a grin. “Yep. The really dangerous moves we try in the water for a while sometimes. Less chance of serious injury.”

“Ah.”

“Mo wanted to go when I said that’s where I was going.”

“She’s a little fish,” he says fondly.

Another moment of silence.

“I, uh,” Edin mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uhm… signed up for some scenes at Confessions this weekend.”

My stomach nearly lodges itself in my chest. He fucking just told me! Does that mean he wants me to be there? Is that why?

Edin’s cheeks are pink as he meets my eyes again. It’s difficult as fuck not to push him against this stupid chain-link fence and kiss him until he’s fucking breathless, but I manage. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, bowing his head.

“You busy later?” I ask because I can’t fucking help myself. “Want to study? I have an exam to cram for and could use the accountability.”

His shoulders relax. He sighs as he raises his eyes to mine. “Yeah.”

“Great. I’ll see you after practice. Six, right?”

“Six-ish. We run a bit late mid-week.”

“Okay, cool. See you then.”

Edin nods. I should be given an award for just walking by after he says ‘ later ’ and not kissing him. Or smacking his ass. Or fuck, just wrapping my arms around him and hugging the fuck out of him. Anything at all. I want to touch him all the time!

We studied all week except last night because he had a late pre-season game and said he’d likely just crash when he got home. Game started at seven, so yeah, I agreed. Considering I knew I’d be spending the day giving him orgasms today, I didn’t argue.

I head downstairs to the porn suites at twenty after ten, knowing Edin will be there in ten minutes. Toby shakes his head when he sees me, no doubt very entertained by how I’m so hooked on a single guy. It’s not like I’m a player or slut or anything. I suppose I haven’t shown much interest in anyone over the years. Not for a long period of time, anyway.

The room he leads me to is set up like a CEO’s office. There’s a large desk, expensive-looking. A big leather chair on wheels behind it, with two oversized leather chairs in front of it. The wall has two large glass panels that give the impression that they’re windows, but really, they’re green screens. I bet we’ll be in a high rise once the video is laid over the screens.

There are also some shelves, a large leather sofa, a big floor globe, and a smaller round table. Lots of places to fuck my man.

I turn when I hear someone ask if he’s okay. Edin’s voice responds with ‘ yeah ’ as he steps into the room and my breath catches. He’s sporting a nasty bruise from just below his left eye all the way down his neck into his shirt.

His eyes meet mine and he gives me a tired smile.

The room, Toby and Jamie with their cameras, what we’re doing here—it all fades away as I approach him. Gently taking his chin, I lift his face to examine this big, nasty bruise. “What happened?” I demand, voice quiet.

I’m aware the cameras are rolling at this point. They’ve stopped prompting us when we meet and let us orchestrate our own hookups now. There’s no acting in them anymore. Everything is raw.

“Hockey accident,” Edin answers. He winces when I gently turn his face.

With my touch as light as a feather, I trace the nasty mark going down his neck. “Stick? Don’t you wear a mile of padding?” He gives me a tired smile. “You didn’t sleep, did you?”

As if on cue, Edin yawns and shrugs the shoulder opposite the one that’s sporting major bruising all the way down.

“It wasn’t on the ice,” he says and takes a step back. I watch as he struggles to take off his shirt. My stomach drops as my eyes trail down his injury. There’s a nasty mark on his arm, but the majority of the bruising is like a fault line trailing down his body. I’m trying to make sense of how this happened as I rest my hand on his skin just beyond what’s injured.

Unsurprisingly, the bruise disappears into his pants right over his hip. I undo his belt and then his pants before gently pushing them over his supple ass. The bruise is nasty, continuing right over his hip bone, and finally stops at his hip.

I look up, meeting his eyes. We don’t have to do this. I try to convey it telepathically, unsure if he understands. Edin smiles. His fingers tangle in my hair and he gives me a slight nod. Yes, he does.

The thing is, I’ve seen his life and know his kid. I understand he has bills, and this is his sole source of income. I believe it.

Pressing my face to his stomach, I take a breath as I adjust my plans for this room, wondering if we’ll be in it for all three shoots. When his fingers gently press into my scalp, I’m not sure if he’s urging me on or just… touching me.

I kiss just below his navel before bringing my face lower and burying it in his crotch. His underwear are still on—boxer briefs. I need to get this man into a jockstrap. But I’m thrilled by how his dick is already perking up just with me rubbing my face against it.

So fucking carefully, like I think he might shatter, I pull his underwear down so I’m staring at his dick. “So sexy,” I say and flick my tongue against the head. It jumps. “Like that, do you?”

Edin laughs quietly, his hands tightening in my hair. Not a lot. Not in any way trying to move me. It almost feels… affectionate.

I lick his slit again, and then a third time when the second was rewarded with a pearl of pre-cum. “Mmm,” I hum and once more, bury my face against his crotch. His dick, lengthening and hardening against my face, makes me smile. His skin is hot, and his sexy cock has a heartbeat all its own.

Dropping my face a little further, I flick my tongue against his balls as if they’re mini punching bags. I thrust my tongue out, and his left testicle bounces playfully away and then back again. I do this a few times before Edin laughs.

“Stop being fucking weird,” he says.

But I love his laughter. Even if it sounds tired. Was he in the hospital last night? Was that why he didn’t sleep? Where was Mo?

“Hurry up and put my dick in your mouth,” Edin says. This time, when he tugs on my hair, it’s purposeful, even if it’s only a hint. There’s no force in it at all. “I need an orgasm.”

“In my mouth?” I ask, looking up at him. His head is back, so I wait until he looks down into my eyes. “Or on my dick?”

He shivers, heat flaring in his eyes. I already know which one he wants. His dick jumping at my words only confirms it.

I suck him until he whines and then bend him over the desk to lick his ass while I awkwardly undress. I don’t have to ask to know that literally every single drawer and tchotchke in this room will have condoms and lube hidden. So when I fumble for the drawer of the desk and reach inside, I almost laugh when my hand sinks into a drawer filled with condoms and lube packets.

Without meaning to, I glance up at the nearest cameraman while I try to hide a smile between these sexy globes. Toby’s grinning already. He shrugs, pretending he knows nothing about it. Fucker.

I slide one on while I continue to make Edin moan, but being mindful of the way he’s pressed against the desk, so I don’t cause him more pain. Once my cock is wrapped, I focus on pushing my fingers into his hole until I’m relatively convinced he’s decently prepped.

Not decently stretched, mind you. I could do much better with that. But he wants me in his ass and I want to fucking be there.

Standing, I turn Edin around and help him on top of the desk. Finally, I bring my mouth to his for our first kiss in what feels like fucking months. His hand grips my arm as he pulls me closer, and I follow him down until he’s lying flat. I keep my mouth on his, as difficult as it is—since the desk is a little too tall to make it comfortable—while I work my cock inside him.

There’s no finesse, but I’m slow, so I don’t hurt him. Slow, as I try to find a way to hold him without touching his injury. Does he have broken bones? Fuck, I need some more information here.

However, the heat of his body seeps into me, melting my thoughts as I sink into his sweet, tight hole. I groan into his mouth. Edin’s answering whimper is sexy as fuck.

We fuck right here on the desk, somewhat vanilla until his need to come is too much. Then I stand upright. With his ass hanging off the side so he’s gripping the edges to hold on and his calves resting on my shoulders, I fuck him the way I know he likes.

Almost as soon as I wrap my hand around his dick and give him a little jerk, Edin comes like a fountain. A loud gasp leaves his mouth as he sprays all over. That’s going to be a good cumshot.

I don’t slow down until I’m sure he’s temporarily drained. Then I let his legs drop, bringing them around my waist. Edin complies, locking his ankles behind me. I pull him up into my arms, trying like fuck not to touch his bruises. He only winces a couple times before I have him off the desk.

I don’t go far as I bring us into the massive chair behind the desk. Reaching under the seat, I hit the latch that locks the back of the chair in place and unhook it so we’re able to recline. With his limp body against mine, I lay back, holding him against me.

“You’re tired,” I murmur, running my fingers down his spine.

“You didn’t get off,” he says with a yawn.

“You did. That’s what matters.”

I receive a tired huff in answer. “I didn’t sleep,” he admits quietly. “On the upside, I think I’m too tired to have a meltdown right now, so that’s a win.”

My heart clenches in my chest, and I hug him a little tighter, but only with the arm that’s not touching his injuries. The doors click quietly and I glance up, seeing that both Toby and Jamie have left the room. Shooting is over for now.

Sighing, I hold him to me.

“You going to keep your dick in me?” he asks.

I smile, hearing the teasing tone in his voice. “Yep. Keep my cock warm until next time, Edin.”

His laughter is quiet.

My heart fucking melts when he snuggles into me a little further, tucking his face into my neck and letting his body go limp in my hold. I adjust us a little awkwardly so I can bring my feet up and hook them in the arms of the chair. Edin grunts, and his ass clenches around my cock as I slide in deeper. He shudders, and then relaxes with a sigh.

Fucking hell, I hope he loves this feeling as much as I do. He makes zero moves to get off me, and gives me no indication he wants my cock out of him. So I hold him in my arms and gently run my fingers through his hair.

“Sleep,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head.

His snort is muffled. “With your hard dick in my ass? That’s a little distracting.”

“Nah,” I say. “It feels good. You know it does.”

He hums and I take that as an agreement.

“But you’re not going to be able to sleep because you’re in pain, aren’t you?”

Edin sighs. “Yeah.”

“Nothing’s broken?”

He shakes his head as much as he’s able to with his face in my neck. “Doc says if I’d hit any harder, then I’d have some broken ribs and maybe a broken pelvis bone. I’m just deeply bruised, I guess. Which is good. It means I can play again sooner.”

“Did he give you anything for the pain?”

“Just ibuprofen. I took some before I got here.”

I shake my head. That’s not good enough. But for right now, I do what I can and hold him against me, gently rocking my cock in his ass every few minutes. I feel his lips curl when I do, so I know he doesn’t hate it.

In fact, I’m sure he enjoys it as much as I do.