I lift my hand, palm out for a high-five.Yeah.I do that.He looks at me like I’m insane for a long second, and then he lifts his hand, but instead of high-fiving me, Theo grabs my wrist and pulls me down on top of him.He wraps one hand around my back and uses the other to brush my hair out of my eyes.“Nine?Well, now you have to stay.I do my best work in the morning, so stay and let me hit that ten out of ten.”
Before I can argue, he kisses me.It’s so confident, dominating, and toe-curling that I forget why this is a bad idea.“Fine.”
I say it dramatically, like I’m being inconvenienced, and roll off of him and flop onto my back.He snickers as his hand slides up my thigh.My blood ignites, and my brain melts, and his lips find mine.
Chapter17
Theo
I’m barely done coming when her phone starts screaming from her bag by the front door.She doesn’t move, even though she’s on top and could easily get up.Instead, she ignores it and remains crumpled and sweaty on top of my chest, my shuddering cock still engulfed in her wet, warm heat.My hands tangle in her bed head.“You’re ringing.”
“I’m vibrating.Everywhere,” she murmurs, her breathing still uneven.I made her come hard.There’s no denying it.I feel really fucking great about it too.And she returned the favor.
I swear if I’d known sober sex would be this good, I would have never picked up a drink.I move one hand from her hair to her ass and give it a little slap.She jumps and lifts her head from my shoulder to glare.I grin at her.“Your phone.It’s ringing.”
Of course, just as I say that it stops.She shrugs and drops back down onto my chest.I kiss the top of her head.“That had to be a ten.”
“Mmmm…” I’m about to pump my fist in victory.“Mmm… nine.Nine point five.”
“No fucking way!”I argue, and I would laugh, but this is serious business.“You’re being tougher than a Russian figure skating judge.”
“I am unaware of the villains of the figure skating judging world,” she says casually as her phone starts ringing again.She groans.
“I’m not going to stop fucking you until I get top marks,” I warn her, and she sighs dramatically.
She gets off me and grabs the Vipers T-shirt I pulled off of her earlier and throws it back on as she runs barefoot to the front hall to find that incessantly ringing phone.“I don’t want to release you into the world until you get that perfect ten, Theo.I have a responsibility to women everywhere.”
I smirk at her, and she winks.“What is it, Cal?”
I jump out of bed and cover my cock like her brother—my teammate and D partner—will somehow see me through the phone.It’s not a video call, and she lets out a breathless laugh as I scoot to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, but I leave the door open so I can hear her conversation.
“Why are you calling?It’s the crack of ass, and you never call.You always text.”
I give myself full marks.I’m competitive to a fault.But at the same time, a part of me is kind of relieved I haven’t scored it yet because then I don’t have an excuse to keep being with her.And I want to keep being with her.The sex is, whether she admits it or not, top-fucking-notch.
“What?No.I’m fine.Calm down.”
Oh shit.I freeze in the bathroom.I suddenly remember that she lives with Callan, and he probably realized she didn’t come home last night or call.“Yes, I know we have breakfast with Mom and Dad in an hour.In Portland.Where I currently am.So chill.”
I head to the small walk-in closet off the bathroom, grab a fresh pair of workout pants, and tug them on.I walk back into the main space and find her by the windows, head down and brow furrowed.“Well, what did they say?”There’s a pause.“Callan, you’re not my mother.I don’t have to tell you if I decide to… Yeah, well, the police could have called instead of just showing up.”
Lola glances up at me and covers the mouthpiece with her hand.“The police came to the apartment this morning to talk about?—”
She stops, but it’s okay, I know what she was going to say.To talk about the car being vandalized.“What?Yeah.I can talk to them now if they’re still there.”
“Speaker!”I whisper-demand because I’m invested in what happened.The look of shock and fear on her face when she saw her car is something I will never forget.
She hits the speaker button.I hear the tail end of Callan muttering something, and then a voice I don’t know.“Miss Casco?This is Officer Baldwell.”
“Yes.Hi, it’s Lola Casco.Sorry, I wasn’t home.I wasn’t expecting you.”
The policeman on the other end clears his throat.“Yes.Well, we thought we would swing by and tell you in person that there is no evidence to support the idea that it was Pete Wallace who vandalized your vehicle.”
“Oh.”Lola blinks and stares at the screen.“Well, is there any way to find out who did do it?”
“No.We checked the cameras at the parking garage, but they’re only in the stairwells, and since your car was on the first floor, they didn’t take the stairs,” he says swiftly, his tone aloof, which is probably normal but irks me.“At this point, we have to chalk it up to being a random act.”
“Why?”Lola blurts out, pauses, takes a deep breath, then releases it.“Why do you think it wasn’t Pete?He and I had had an altercation that night, and he was upset with me.He had also been unable to read boundaries with me in the past.”
