What if I'm not? What if I freeze? What if Aaron's right and I'm not ready?
Then you pick yourself up and try again. But Derek, you ARE ready. You've worked so hard for this.
Derek
I wish you could be there. In the stands. Wearing my jersey.
I'll be there as always.
I attached a picture of myself in his jersey and nothing below. He told me once he loved unsolicited nudes, and I took the picture earlier today with him in my mind. Right before I made myself come. I was starting to become sex addicted.
Derek
Fuck, Thorn. Now I’m hard. And I suddenly forgot how terrified I am. All I could think about is being inside you.
Is now a good time to tell you, I had to touch myself today? I did think of you and how I rode you in the car. It was hot. But my vibrator isn’t as big as you, doesn’t fill me up the way you do.
Derek
Tell me what you thought about.
I smirked to myself in the darkness, and tiptoeing out of the room, I sent him a voice message.
“I imagined us in your car, all naked. You made me hold onto the grab handles, and I lay there like an all-you-can-eat buffet for you. You kissed every part of me with a lot of care, especially my nipples that were all perky and hard. I moaned so loud that you had to stuff my panties in my mouth as you were scared someone would hear us. After you moved to feast on my clit and you fucked me with your tongue until I screamed your name. Since the panties have fallen out, you stuffed my mouth with your cock and made me suck on it as deep as I could, before you fisted my hair and fucked my mouth the way you’ve been wanting for a very long time.”
I hit send with a wicked grin and went back to my room, giving him some time to finish himself.
Derek
Fuck, Thorn. I don’t deserve you. I want to do all those things and more to you.
Yes, you do. Now try to sleep. You need to be rested for tomorrow.
Derek
One more thing.
What?
Derek
I love you. No matter what happens tomorrow, that doesn't change.
I love you too. Always.
I finally fell asleep around two, my phone clutched to my chest.
Game day arrived with perfect weather, including clear skies and mild temperatures, the kind of day that felt made for soccer. But the atmosphere on the team bus was tense.
I rode with the other girlfriends in Ivy's car, dressed in Derek's number seven jersey despite Daisy's worried looks.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked as we got closer to Westpoint's field. "Aaron's going to see."
"I know. But Derek needs to know I'm here for him." I pulled the jersey tighter around me. "I'm done hiding."
Nova, sitting in the front passenger seat, turned to give me an approving nod. "Good for you."
The stadium was packed; this was the game everyone hadbeen waiting for. Hillview versus Westpoint. The teams that had brawled last year. The field where Derek's career had nearly ended.
