He turns me over so I’m on my back and he continues the pace.
“Don’t. Not yet.”
He stares at me and I can’t take my eyes off of him either. I reach up and put my hands around his neck and in his dark hair, pulling him closer to me while bringing his lips to mine to cover a moan.
With one more pump in and out, he breathes, “Now baby, come with me.”
As if I’m on some kind of remote control, my body releases and I feel his body stiffen and then jerk with his own release. We let go together and it’s the most incredible experience I’ve shared with him thus far.
He strokes my hair as we lay there together in my bed, not saying anything, just listening to the beating of our hearts and the slowing of our breathing and I feel so much peace.
“I’m sorry about your game.” I turn on my side to face him while he lays on his back with the blanket hanging just by his hip, exposing his perfectly sculpted chest and abs. My fingers run over the tattoo on his chest as he sighs.
“Rough couple of weeks…” He starts to trail off and I can tell he feels the pressure. I saw the game and when the camera cut to his reaction after he missed that catch, he looked more than mad, he looked sad, like he was disappointed in himself. Part of me wants to console him, tell him it’s okay and it’s just one game, one pass, but I know athletes enough to understand things like that don’t help. One game or one pass could be a season ending situation in their world.
“I’m going to go grab our clothes from the kitchen so Chase doesn’t come home and we have to explain all of this.”
Tossing on my robe, I make my way to the kitchen, grab our clothes and bring them back to the room. The minute I’m about to speak, I hear the front door open and my eyes go wide as saucers.
“Oh my God!” I whisper as Ford stays laying the bed, casually, as if this isn’t a bad situation for him just as much as me. “Get in the closet!”
He looks at me with an amused stare.
Okay, I’m aware this isn’t ideal, and hiding him in my closet like this is high school is probably a bit extreme. It’s not like Chase comes in here regularly, but today I’m just not taking chances.
“You’re kidding, right?” he whispers, but I’m already yanking his arm to get him up. He’s still completely naked as I’m shoving him in and tossing him his clothes before shutting the closet door.
“Sorry,” I squeak out against the door before throwing my sweatpants and tank top on, and head back to the kitchen.
When I’m back in the kitchen, Chase is standing over the stove eating some of the bacon that Ford and I never even touched.
“What’s with all the food? Expecting company?” He raises an eyebrow at me and I do my best to not act awkward right now.
“No, I was hungry and didn’t know when you’d be home so, you know, I just cooked.”
He eyes me up and down as he chews the bacon and pours himself a cup of coffee.
“Uh huh… well, nice surprise. I’ve never known you to be much of a Betty Crocker, but so far, so good.”
He makes himself a full plate of food and takes a seat in the dining room. Shit, how the hell am I supposed to get Ford out of here when Chase is sitting here?
“You’re back earlier than I thought you’d be though.”
After he takes a sip and clears his throat before explaining, “I actually thought I’d be later too. Turns out they didn’t need all of us there too long, so a couple hours today and I’ll go back for a couple tomorrow.” I nod my head as I’m standing next to the table. “Are you going to eat with me or what? You made all this food…”
“Yes. I am going to do that. But, um, first, I need to take a shower. Like you said, I’m no Betty Crocker, this really had me working up a sweat.”
Regret isn’t something I feel too often, but as soon as that poor ass excuse left my mouth, I felt it. A big heaping pile of it.
“You okay? You’re acting a little off.”
“Headache!” Apparently blurting out random things is also something I’m doing today, in addition to locking men in closets.
“I have a headache. Migraine actually, I should shower and lay down. Do you have any medicine in your bathroom?” I already know I have some of my own, I have purse Advil, home Advil, and car Advil. I’ve learned to never go without the stuff, but at this point I’m looking for any excuse to get Chase out of the dining room so I can get Ford out of the apartment.
“Yeah, it’s in my medicine cabinet at the top, you can grab it.” Rolling my eyes, I let out a sigh. “Actually, can you just grab it? It feels weird going through your medicine cabinet. It’s not my business what’s in there.”
Chase is either pretending he’s not suspicious of something or he’s just completely oblivious. I’m acting like a damn fool right now. He gets up, and I follow him down the hall and run into my room as soon as he’s gone into his.
