“I want you,” she gasps, her hands tangling into my hair, pulling my mouth up to meet hers. “Aston … please. Now. I don’t want to think about anything but us.”
The kiss turns into a bruising collision of teeth and tongue, the built-up frustration pouring out into the space between us. I carry her down to my locker, hold her steady with one arm, and reach into my duffel bag, grabbing a foil packet from the zipper pocket, tearing it open with my teeth.
“This is gonna be hard and fast. I need you, Eva. I need you so fucking bad.”
“Do it,” she says, panting.
When I slide into her, the feeling is so intense my vision goes white at the edges. Eva lets out a sharp, breathless cry, her fingers digging into the muscles of my back, her nails scratching against my skin as I begin to thrust up into her tight pussy.
The rhythm is brutal and unyielding, the sound of our bodies slapping echoes in the empty room. Every thrust is a claim. A hard boundary. Even though she says everyone is gone, I don’t care about the risk of someone walking in. I don’t care about thecoaching staff that could be down the hall. In this room, she’s the only thing that exists.
“Aston … oh God, Aston,” she pants, her head resting against the wood, her eyes wild with heat that belongs only to me. Her grip tightens around my neck, her core starting to contract around my cock with a crushing heat that threatens to break me entirely.
“Look at me,” I growl, my voice ragged against her lips.
She looks up, her eyes swimming with desire as I push into her one last time, deep, hitting the spot that drives her crazy until she comes. Her head drops, letting out a long moan against my shoulder, her body shaking as her climax takes over. The feel of her unraveling around me shatters my control.
I groan, a deep sound from the bottom of my chest, and follow her orgasm with my own, my entire body locking tight as I pour everything I have into her.
As our breaths even out, I pull out, remove the condom and tie it. I grab my dirty shorts from my workout and fold it into them. I’ll take care of that later.
Eva sits on the bench of my locker, pulling her jeans back on, and her cardigan hangs off one shoulder, her hair a wild, beautiful mess. I stand in front of her, pulling on a fresh pair of gray sweatpants hanging low on my hips.
The possessiveness I’ve been feeling has finally cooled, replaced by the warmth of her simply being near me.
“Well, that was … fun,” she says, a smile touching her lips as she looks up at me through her lashes. “Totally wasn’t expecting that to happen, but I’m glad it did.”
“Yeah? Me too.” I smirk and reach out to gently tuck her hair behind her ear. My thumb lingers on her cheek, tracing her soft skin. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathes, leaning into my touch for a second before letting out a sigh. She looks down at her hands, her expression turning into something more serious. “Ace really said all that?”
“Yep,” I say, my voice dropping. “He thinks he can just slide back in, Eva. That you’ll give him a shot.”
“Well, that’s not gonna happen,” she says softly, her eyes meeting mine. “I won’t answer him. I don’t want him to think, for any reason, that he could have a chance with me.”
“Ace can be persistent when he wants something,” I say, lifting a brow.
“Again, it’s not gonna happen,” she says, standing.
“Okay,” I say, bending to place a kiss on her lips. “So we just keep building this?”
“That’s what I would like to happen. I … really care about you, Aston. I’d like to see where it goes,” she says, smiling a bit shyly and sliding her arms around my neck. “We do need to talk about our schedules though. Mine is about to get worse. I have to fly to Atlanta on Thursday for the game, then I have to be back here by Sunday to prep for your game. After that, I’m on the West Coast for a week on a special assignment.”
I reach up and take hold of her wrists, the reality of our life right now popping this bubble we were in just minutes ago. “I’ve got practice and meetings all week. I probably won’t have more than an hour or two at a time for the next few weeks.”
“It’s a scheduling mess,” she mutters, a frustrated line appearing between her brows. “I don’t want to be sneaking around in locker rooms the rest of the season. I don’t want to be a series of quick fucks when we can. I want real time with you.”
I don’t say anything for a beat. I just look at her, taking in her fierce but delicate jawline. And turned the fuck on by the way she’s fighting for time against the multi-billion-dollar industries that govern our careers.
I lean over her, reaching into my locker where I keep my keys. There’s a key to my house on the keychain. The house I’ve made my own.
I unwind the key from the ring and take her hand in mine, pressing the cold metal into her palm.
Eva looks down, and her breath hitches as her fingers curlaround it. She looks at me, her eyes wide. “Aston … what am I doing with this?”
“Well, Eva, it’s a key to my house,” I tease.
“I figured, but why are you giving it to me?”
