“Let go, baby,” I pant.
She releases my head, still holding onto my ears as her blue eyes focus on mine. Back arched, her pussy squeezes me once more before she screams and gushes all over me. With her eyes screwed shut, she rides wave after wave of euphoric bliss.
As she comes down, her body feverish and soaked in sweat and juices, I pound into her faster and faster, rubbing her clit as I go. She thrashes about, taking hold of my forearms as she starts coming again. My body is a live wire, a countdown of detonation, then I spill my seed inside her perfect cunt. It’s sexy as fuck.
We both are spent as I gaze at her beautiful, sweat-soaked face. Her hair has come loose and my hat is now on the floor—guess that will be headed to the trash. With my dick still inside her, I bring my hand up to caress her cheek. “Silent Samantha was better.”
She barks out a laugh, punching me in the chest. “As was Chase.” She shrugs. “But I was desperate.”
See what she did there? Makes me bat-shit crazy. Makes me want to zip my pants and hunt Chase down and beat his fucking ass. But I know it’s a ploy. I know she does it just to get under my skin. It’s payback. Payback I deserve.
“Let’s get out of here.” She releases me from her legs and hops off the counter. Clapping me on the shoulder like I would one of my teammates, she grabs a hand towel from the rack and cleans herself up before tossing it to me.
I use it in silence, a heaviness suddenly clouding over our fun.Just friends, Theo. She only wants to be friends.I decide not to let our ball-busting comments ruin the night.
“Smells like sex and candy in here,” I joke, popping a piece of bubble gum in my mouth, a habit I picked up in the majors.
She snorts out a laugh. “You are such an idiot.” At least it breaks the tension between us.
I grab her hand and pull her toward the door. “Come on, I want Mexican, you’re buying for dragging me out here.” Lacing her fingers in mine, she pulls us out of Brad’s bathroom.
“Deal.”
We’re bundled up on my sofa, elbow deep in Mexican takeout. Game footage plays in the background as we see who can eat the most tacos.
“Oh. These are sooo good,” Ans moans as she waves her half-eaten taco in front of my face.
Her garbled moan is what spank bank material is made of. Not to mention the crazy sex appeal of her licking the taco juice off her fingers. Cocktease. If I hadn’t already finished four tacos, I would eat another one just to keep my mouth occupied. We may be friends with benefits but too much affection will cause her to freak the fuck out. She’s not forgiven me for the Vanessa stunt no matter what sweet lies spill from those seductive lips. I’ve been kept at arm’s length, her punishing me by drawing the line in our relationship to casual sex only. She’s not ready for me to make my move. Not yet. I lean forward, taking the biggest bite of her taco I possibly can, damn near biting her finger.
“Theo!” she scoffs, cramming the last little bit in her mouth so I can’t get to it.
She tries to insult me with her mouthful of food but instead of blasting me about being a pig, it sounds more like, “Woo fuunkin pug!”
I shrug. She knows this. It’s no surprise that I would eat her food, even while it’s still in her hand. I half chew the wad of beef taco and swallow it down whole. “I talked to Aaron. He said he would love to have you on his training staff.”
Anniston squints at me like she knows I’m up to no good. Truth is, I am. I have been wracking my brain to come up with ways to keep her close to me. My attempts so far have been unsuccessful. She argued me down when I tried to convince her to come to Washington and attend med school there. She has no family here anymore to keep her in this small town. It kills me to know she’s here alone, surrounded by memories, without me or my brother, Thad. I understand she wants to make it on her own, without my influence. I don’t want to interfere, I just want to keep her safe, watch over her.
“Why would he do that, Theo?” Her aggressive tone is meant to scare me. It doesn’t.
“Maybe it’s because you graduated at the top of your class for God’s sake! How many people can say they graduated a year early from med school, Ans?” I take a swig of my Corona before making eye contact again. “Ever think that someone may actually want you for your brilliant mind?” My words are coming out clipped. I’m getting frustrated with her stubbornness.
Her eyes stay narrowed. She doesn’t believe me but she sighs, ready to hear me out. “What would I be doing exactly?”
Oh, just working for me. Managing my day-to-day training. Exclusively. She’d be doing the residency program with Aaron, too, but would only be practicing on me. Those small hands I’ve held for countless hours would only be touching me. None of those other dickheads would get a piece of her.
“The residency program, of course. That’s what you want to do, right? Sports medicine?”
She shrugs, staring at the TV in a daze. “Yeah.”
“Yeah? All you’ve ever talked about is working for a ball club. I can’t believe you’re on the fence about it now.”
I grasp her knees and slide her forward so I can wrap my arms around her. “What’s going on, Ans?”
Her hair tickles my face as she burrows in, embarrassed about appearing weak. It’s all I can do not to push her back and kiss away the anxiety that’s plaguing her. But that’s not what a friend would do.
After a beat of silence, her body relaxes against me, linking her arms around my back. This fucking sucks. This friends with benefits thing we’ve got going on sucks donkey balls. But I’m the one who fucked it up. My inability to handle the situation after taking her virginity screwed us both. I saw the way her innocent eyes blinked up at me after we both came down from our amazing moment. Nothing, and I mean nothing, had ever felt that good. And nothing has since. I saw the way her eyes hardened when I agreed to meet Vanessa. Dumb move, I know, but I had a lot of emotions swirling around and I panicked. I’m a dude, we do stupid shit for no reason.
“I just… I don’t know. You’re right. It is what I want to do.” She squeezes me before pulling away. “Okay, I’ll do it.”
My heart stops for a second.
“You will? You’ll come back to Washington with me?”
Her sweet smile is all the confirmation I need. I tug her to me, our chips scattering to the floor. I could give a shit less. This girl, this fucking girl, has agreed to go back with me. I won’t let her get away this time.
