I sighed, then nodded. Focus on practice, then deal with Jaxon after. I could do that… maybe.
Chapter 23
Jaxon
Blaze had been so fucking stupid to throw that punch. I could handle anything someone decided to throw at me. I didn’t need him to act as my protector or my bodyguard. The last thing I wanted was him putting his football career on the line because he felt the need to protect me from assholes. I could do that myself just fine. Ralph’s stupid ass comment hadn’t even bothered me.
If Coach had benched Blaze and kept him from playing in the first playoff game, which was coming up that Saturday, questions would have been raised. And then, NFL scouts would be left thinking Blaze couldn’t get along with his teammates once they got word of why he was sitting out the first playoff game of the season. And that might ruin some of his chances.
Despite how frustrated I was with him, I kept my focus on him all practice. His game was completely off, a sign he was definitely distracted. Those hypnotizing blue eyes kept flickering to where I was sitting on the sidelines. Hunter had even yelled at him at one point to get his ass in gear. By the time practice was over, everyone was irritable. Even the locker room, which was usually full of banter and bullshit, was silent apart from people showering or getting changed. I hurriedly put everything away I’d pulled out, then left, not even bothering to say a word to Blaze.
We needed to talk, but that talk was not happening around all those prying eyes and ears. Did everyone know we were in the midst of a conflict? Probably. But they didn’t need proof. Any and all correction between the two of us would always happen behind closed doors out of respect for each other. Even before we’d gotten together, that had been our rule.
I was just about to step into the shower when the bathroom door was shoved open. I spun around, damn near losing my balance, to face Blaze. His eyes were trained on mine and narrowed with concentration. “Can we do this talk after my shower?” I asked.
“No,” Blaze snapped. He walked further into the bathroom and shut the door, then began stripping out of his own clothes. Grunting, I turned and stepped into the shower. A soft sigh escaped me when the hot water hit my skull, easing my headache some. Sure, it had dimmed a bit, but that didn’t mean it’d gone away. It’d remained a dull, constant ache that was just pesky enough to frustrate me.
Thick arms banded around me, and then, Blaze was tucking his face into the curve of my neck. Even though I was upset with him, my shoulders still loosened.
“Are you mad at me?” he mumbled.
“Yes,” I answered without hesitation. “But more disappointed than I am mad. You shouldn’t have fucking hit him, Blaze. What if you got benched? NFL teams are going to be paying attention to you now more than ever with this being the playoffs. What if you’d gotten benched?”
He tightened his arms around me. “I’m sorry.” The apology was clear in his voice. He really meant it. “I just… fuck, baby, he pissed me off. He’s such a homophobic asshole, and I lost my temper.”
I turned in his arms to face him. Cupping the side of his neck, I brought our foreheads together. And fuck, the way he relaxed, his shoulders slumping, did something funny to me that I couldn’t put into words. “I don’t need you to be my protector, Blaze.”
“I know,” he said quietly, a soft sigh escaping him. “I just… wanting to protect you and take care of you is something I can’t just stop. I’ve always had your back, Jax.”
I smiled. “I know.” Leaning in, I kissed him, and he groaned. His fingertips pressed into my back, and he dragged me closer, molding our bodies together until we were one. His cock was hard against mine, and when he reached down to grip my ass, I moaned, opening my lips beneath his so he could deepen the kiss.
I groaned long and low when his finger probed at my entrance. “This okay?” he rasped against my mouth.
I nodded. Fuck yes, it was okay. I loved sex, and even more, I loved sex with Blaze. And bottoming for him? Yes. One hundred times yes. Blaze had always been the more dominant one in our friendship, and it only made sense that he took that role in our relationship as well. Besides, I preferred bottoming for him. I’d fuck him if he wanted, but I didn’t particularly care to.
I liked having Blaze take care of me and snatch what he needed from my body. Some people found offense in being called a pillow princess, but I was one hundred percent a pillow princess for Blaze.
“We taking this to the bedroom?” I asked, moaning when he slipped his slick finger inside. I had no idea when he’d gotten shampoo on his fingertip, but I sure as fuck wasn’t complaining.
“Nope,” Blaze rasped, then spun me to face the shower wall. I braced my hands on the tile and arched my back, spreading my legs as I did so. Blaze dropped down behind me, spread my cheeks, and then, he was burying his face in the heart of me. I cried out, my head falling back on my shoulders.
“Holy fuck,” I choked out, gasping when he moaned against me, the sound shooting straight to my dick. When his tongue probed at my entrance, I whined, pushing back on his face. My thighs trembled, and I had to lock my knees so I didn’t collapse. He lapped at my hole like a man dying of dehydration, and I was helpless to do anything but try to keep myself upright and not die from the bliss coursing through me.
He stood, and then, his fingers were pressing into me. I shuddered, moaning like a pornstar for him. Gripping my chin, he turned my head so he could kiss me, his tongue fucking into my mouth. I couldn’t even bring myself to give a shit that he’d just had his face and tongue buried in my ass. I let him kiss me however he wanted. I was such a slut for him, sue me.
“Now,” I panted. “Blaze, please.”
His chuckle was low and a little condescending, but I couldn’t even bring myself to care. I needed him inside me. Needed him to fuck me and make this day better.
“You sure?”
I nodded. “Yes. Never been surer of—” A strangled sound ripped from my throat when he pressed into me with his cock. He was so fucking big, and maybe I should have rethought my decision to hurry him up because fuck, it burned. But then, the tip of his cock was brushing over my prostate, and I could’ve fucking cried it felt so good.
He wound his arms around me, plastering my back to his chest, and he proceeded to wreck me. His lips and teeth worked over every inch of skin he could find, his tongue soothing the spots he bit a little too hard. And only when I came, my cum hitting the shower floor, did he let go, too.
“I love you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my throat.
I gripped his forearms. “I love you, too.” Turning my head, I kissed him, my body loose and my headache somewhat gone. “I think your dick helps my headaches.”
