But that’s not happening.
Not for a long while.
“Up,” I tell her, tugging on her hand. “On all fours. I have a few more condoms we can use tonight.”
CHAPTER 25
CAMDEN
After the Thanksgiving game,we had a few days off before we were back to our regularly scheduled program with a Sunday game, and since it’s a light day before travel, I scheduled a cupping session to help relieve the tension in my back after our walk-through on the field. I’m pulling my T-shirt over my head as I head down the hall when Malcolm finds me. He claps me on the shoulder. “How are you?”
“Didn’t expect to see you today.”
He fixes his tie. “I’m making the rounds.”
“Checking up on all your babysitting duties.”
“Unfortunately, but not for you,” he says, then gestures around us. “You’ve done well the past few months.”
I scoff. “Wasn’t it you warning me to think with my head and not my dick just a few days ago?”
He shrugs. “Every man needs a reminder every once in a while, but you handled that situation very well.”
He means I kept my mouth shut about Valerie’s online revenge post and let the scandal-in-the-making fade into nothing.
“I’m proud of you for turning it all around,” Malcolm says, and I loop my arm over his shoulders, jostling him.
“Does that mean I’m off your naughty list?”
“As long as you don’t mess up again.”
“But you’ll miss me. I know you will.”
He shakes his head. “One of these days, I’ll have all of you miscreants off my list, and I’ll finally be able to go on vacation without receiving a phone call that one of you has driven off a cliff or impregnated Miss America.”
I point my index finger in the air. “I’d like to note, I’ve done neither of those things.”
“Thank the Lord. Just cool it on the racing and keep it in your pants, and it will stay that way.”
“I’ll try my best.” I hold out my hand for Malcolm to shake, feeling like I’ve been let out of detention early. While I’ve lost my desire to race, I’ve put all of my energy into Nadine. So, no, I won’t be keeping it in my pants.
Especially when I arrive home to find her leaning over the kitchen counter, peeling a mandarin orange. She must’ve been at the gym—working out with her female personal trainer—because she’s in one of her matching spandex outfits, the fine baby hairs stuck to her temples and neck with sweat.
She smiles my way. “Didn’t expect you home so early.”
I don’t bother even greeting her, simply cross the room in three strides, capturing her in my arms, loving the way she laughs into a moan when I tug on her ponytail, angling her head back so I can kiss and suck on her throat. “You smell so good.”
“I smell terrible.” She attempts to push me away with her ass, but all she does is grind it against my swiftly growing cock.
“No.” I lick at her skin and use my other hand to grip her chin, slanting her mouth to mine. “You smell like sweat and oranges.” I kiss her, making sure she knows I love her scent, her flavor, gliding my tongue along hers then across her bottom lip, nibbling on it. “You taste like it too.”
Intoxicating.
In the last few days, we’ve done nothing but have sex any time she’s at my place. She went back to her brother’s house tospend more time with her family after we got together and has slept there every night since, though she’ll be back in my bed this weekend, even if I won’t be there. Simply knowing she’s there will make me feel better, though.
I’ve kept myself buried inside her whenever possible, which has not been all that often. Between my practices and Paisley’s schedule, it’s an hour or so total before Nadine has to go back to Erik’s and pretend like we’re not together. I had a conversation with my sister, so she knows Nadine and I are in a relationship, but that she is the only one to know and she needs to keep it a secret. She was elated to find out that she was right because she “knew we were in love the whole time.”
When I told her, she danced around and clapped, signing so fast, I had to have her repeat it three times. Apologizing for thinking I was Joey Donner, asking to be the maid of honor at our future wedding, and promising to keep our relationship a secret for now.
