“I’m stuck on your big jungle dick and can’t move. I need one of those Life360 alert necklaces so I can call someone to help me.”
He barks out a laugh that makes him swell inside of me, and I groan with delight and rest my forehead on his hard chest.
“Rox, you kill me. In all the best ways.” I smile against him as he rubs my back. “Let’s roll you.”
We twist around until I’m on my side next to him with my thigh over his. He pulls me closer and kisses me until I melt into him. His giant hand grabs my ass cheek, and he helps me move up and down his dick as he finishes working himself into me. “This angle is insane,” I pant, loving how the root of his erection rubs against my core. “Don’t stop.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He takes over, thrusting into me until I shiver. “I’m so close. It feels so good. You’re so thick.” I make some strangled noise in the back of my throat as he reaches behind me and rubs his finger through my wetness and then back to my asshole. He only circles me a few times before I’m flying apart in his arms. “Oh my God. Billy! Yes!” I shriek and scream with delight.
That sets him off, and he lets out a loud groan as he pulses between my legs, which sets off another round of euphoria in my body.
I’m sweaty and panting and utterly spent. I smile against his chest, and he kisses my forehead. “Love you, Roxy. So much.”
My heart swells, and my eyes mist, but I don’t mind because they’re happy tears. “Love you too, Billy.”
After we clean up, he wraps himself around me again, and I swear there’s a permanent smile affixed to my face. I know I’m mentally blocking out a lot of stuff we to deal with, but right now, in his arms, it almost feels like we can conquer anything.
32
BILLY
Jumpingout of bed at four thirty in the morning and leaving my warm, naked girlfriend is torture. She reaches for me in her sleep, and I kiss her forehead. I have no idea what today will bring, but knowing I’m coming home to Roxy makes everything okay. I’ll get through this morning with Coach, take whatever punishment he doles out, and return to my biscuit. I’ll be fine.
It’s still dark when I reach the field house. Ominously, there’s only one other car in the lot. Coach’s.
The moment I step into the locker room, he barks my name. “The stadium. Now.”
All righty then. I don’t bother saying anything. The murderous look in his eyes tells me exactly where he stands—with Ezra. I’m not surprised, but it bothers me he won’t hear me out. He’s all talk when he spouts that bullshit about fairness and camaraderie and having each other’s backs, because the moment shit goes sideways, he’s out for blood.
So there’s no point in explaining how I wasn’t gonna sit there and let that little prick talk trash Roxy. I suspect Ezra has an inkling the babycouldbe his based on the looks he gave her when she was talking about her pregnancy, which makes whathe said even worse. That’s the mother of his fucking child. He deserved to have his ass kicked up and down the block and back again.
Unless he thought she was cheating with me the whole time.
Which… doesn’t bother me in the least. That fucker is due some bad karma.
Besides, if he really knew Roxy, he’d never draw that conclusion. Rox is the most loyal woman I know.
When we reach the field, Coach points to the stadium stairs. “Go until I say stop.”
In other words, I’m running, racing up and down the stairs, with no end in sight. He sits on the bottom bench and texts on his phone as though he’s too disgusted to look at me. I watch him rub his chest, like I’ve caused him some kind of physical pain. After a while, he disappears, probably back to his office.
At first, I’m fine. I’m in great shape. But running stairs takes its toll on your knees, so by the time the sun starts to peek on the horizon, I’m in pain.
I don’t say a fucking word. I’ll run until I drop, and if Coach thinks otherwise, he doesn’t know me.
In my mind, I replay those words Roxy said last night. She loves me. Me. The fucking black sheep on the team. Hell, the black sheep of my family too. Maybe that means I’m not such a loser. Because if Roxy Santos can love me, maybe there’s hope for my future after all.
I try to focus on my breath. On being grateful. On all the hard times I’ve gotten through in the past. Birds chirp merrily like they don’t know how the lower half of my body strains with each and every step.
In the distance, the sound of a siren cuts through the quiet morning.
As I turn to go up another flight, I strip off my sweatshirt and t-shirt and drop them to the ground. Even though it’s socold I can see my breath, I’m covered in sweat, and my knees and quads are screaming now. I sprint until I can’t anymore, and then I jog. Finally, I walk. It’s either that or crawl, but pride keeps me on my feet.
Coach Gates pokes his head up from the tunnel. “Babcock! How long you been out here?”
I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Coughing, I hold up a hand. “Maybe since five?” Who fucking knows.
