“Turn on the vibration.”
I set it on my favorite speed, high. It does this pulsing thing and has a stimulator for my clit that touches me as the toy goes deep into me.
“Slow it down, Harper. Let’s make this last.”
I do as he says, my back arching while I ride through my first orgasm, but I don’t stop there. I know he’s still going. I can hear him moving his hand on himself. I go slower and let the vibration do its thing, letting the stimulator work my clit.
I’m coming again and I know it’s dripping onto my sheets. He moans as my orgasm keeps going. I know he’s done but I’m not. I hear his voice; he’s almost growling out his response.
“It’s not the same as being inside you, Harper. I want to taste you, and I can’t do that through the phone.”
I moan as I ride through yet another orgasm, coming off the last one that seemed like it would never end. He keeps talking.
“Come for me, Harper. I want you to keep coming.”
I do exactly as he says. Listening to his voice as he tells me all the things he’s going to do to me when he sees me, and I know that I was right all along. I’m the only one he thinks about while he’s away.
Chapter 13
Taylor
Being on the phone with Harper and watching her come with the vibrator she named for me was an interesting experience, to say the least. I want her so much I can barely concentrate before Monday’s warm up. I have to make this game count. The press was in my face last night again and not even jacking off to Harper’s moaning made that better.
I’m trying to keep my head in the game and it’s not working. Football has been everything to me until I met Harper and now I’m questioning… everything. I know I’m a good trainer, but is that really enough for me? Can I make that a career I love as much as this one? Harper makes me think I can. She makes me believe I can do anything.
Is that a good thing, though? I’m completely falling for her, and I didn’t expect that. I never wanted to be consumed by arelationship. It’s why I haven’t been in anything long term for years. It doesn’t work. I always end up choosing between the game and the girl. I don’t want to do that with Harper.
It all comes down to how this game goes. We won last night but just barely. I don’t feel great about it. There’s so much I would have done differently. Tonight, I have the chance to make that happen and pull together a few plays that will make these reporters shut the fuck up about me retiring for the rest of the season. Then I can have some time to make a real decision.
None of it solves how I get Harper out of my mind. I can’t run plays with a boner. It’s fucking creepy even if I’m wearing a cup and no one knows. It also feels like a great way to get a weird injury. Her moan plays over and over in my head. What is she doing to me?
The guys are noticing too. I’m withdrawn, don’t want to go out with them when we’re on an away game, and I only want to spend time alone. I want to think about her and talk to her all the time. I don’t get it. I was friends with her for years before we started fucking. She didn’t do this to me then.
So what changed? It can’t just be sex. Her vagina isn’t magical.
Ugh it fucking is, though.
“Taylor, come on we’re starting!”
I snap out of my reverie over Harper’s vagina and grab my helmet to follow Mike. Warm-up is starting. I don’t have timeto think about this shit. I have to make this game count. I keep saying it over and over in my mind.
On the field, I concentrate on the smell of the turf, the lights in the stadium, and the seats that are about to be filled with fans on both sides, cheering us on as we play. This is my domain. I mean, Harper’s vagina is also my domain, but I can’t think about that right now.
By the time the game is starting, I’m still barely in it. This is not what I wanted. I do the best I can, snatching interceptions and causing fumbles for the other team, and we win, but I don’t stick around for the press. I can’t deal with their bullshit right now. I have the urge to call Harper, but I tamp it down. I need to figure out how this is all going to work. I have to find a way to separate her from the game.
Chapter 14
Harper
Taylor got back on Tuesday, but he isn’t making any concrete plans with me. It’s so weird. He wanted me so badly when we were on the phone and was texting me all day Monday before the game. Then nothing. He told me he’d see me when he got back but now keeps saying he’s busy.
Now it’s Thursday. If I keep texting him, I’m that pathetic girl who isn’t seeing that the guy isn’t into her anymore. I don’t think he’s cheating on me. Not after what happened on the phone this weekend. I know my friends want to believe this all happened too quickly, but I feel like we’ve been together all along.
I have a party to put on tomorrow and I need to concentrate on that. Taylor can wait. When this is over, I’ll flat out call him if he won’t answer my texts again. Until then, time for party planning. I have my vendors in order and the guest list is set. I have toconfirm delivery with catering and make sure the servers know what to do.
I also have to confirm with the shot girls and the bartenders. I’m using the same people I usually do so that shouldn’t be an issue. This is always some easy money for me. It’s not a great way to occupy my mind, though. The monotonous tasks are like second nature to me and at least I know the party will be fun.
Friday night rolls around and everything is set. I wonder if Taylor is going to show since he did RSVP. Not that that’s any guarantee for him. He’s always here, though, staying until everyone leaves to help me clean up. Since we have been together, it’s been more of him staying till everyone leaves to make out with me while he helps me clean up.
