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My stomach tightened, and I thrust hard into her, losing control.
She clenched around me as her pussy milked my cock. My hips slammed forward faster and harder until I exploded.
“Mine,” I growled. “Mine. Always.”
Her eyes weren’t open, but she looked blissed out, perfectly glowing below me. I leaned down and gently kissed her lips. I held her for one long second before I pulled myself out of her tight heat.
She sighed, and I helped her roll off the bed, knowing she needed the bathroom.
She stood beside the bed, her hair a mess in that just-fucked way and beard burn on her thighs that clearly marked her as mine, and headed for the bathroom.
My chest ached as I watched her go, the pain one I’d never experienced before. It was longing and need and fear and love all wrapped up together, and it only reinforced my need to find a solution to our issue.
I loved my team, and the game, and the fans. I liked the show of it. But none of it made me as happy as being with Aurora did. She needed to know that. Soon. In a few weeks, I’d have to make a move one way or another. And I needed her to be sure of me before I did something that could tear us apart.
A click sounded an instant before the door slammed against the deadbolt, startling me from where I’d dozed while waiting for Aurora to come back to bed.
Was she leaving? Without saying goodbye? What the fuck? I jackknifed to a sitting position and glared at the door, but Aurora was nowhere in sight.
“Why’d you lock me out?” Emerson called from the hallway.
Fuck. I jumped to my feet, and like a chicken with my head cut off, I ran around the bed in search of my clothes. Once I’d located my jeans, I stumbled around, pulling them up. My foot caught, and I teetered to one side. The mattress slowed my fall before I hit the floor.
“Dude, you okay?” Emerson banged on the door.
“Yeah, I got caught in the blanket.” I winced the second the words were out, because the explanation was ridiculous. Except I’d seen Emerson do that exact thing this morning, so it wasn’t unbelievable.
I pushed back to my feet, scooped up the rest of my clothes and Aurora’s, and tucked them under the sheet piled on the bed, only to realize the twisted sheets and blankets screamed sex bed. So I stuffed them under one pillow, then quickly straightened the bedding. When I was finished, it looked like an eight-year-old had made the bed, but Emerson was banging again, so it would have to do.
“Whatcha you doing in there?”
Oh shit. I’d fixed the sex bed, but did it smell like sex in here too?
Heart pounding, I spun in a circle, looking for a way to fix that problem. I froze when I caught sight of the spray bottle on the dresser and lunged for it. Without hesitation, I hustled around the room, spraying Emerson’s cologne, coughing as I went.
Fucking hell, this stuff was strong. But with any luck, it covered up the smell of sex lingering in the air.
“Are you purposely being an ass?” Emerson called, sounding annoyed, which was all wrong for the happy-go-lucky guy.
What the hell was going on? When the guys went out, Emerson always stayed out until well past two. He never had trouble finding women to flirt with and hang out with, and it was almost a guarantee that he’d still be there when the bar shut down for the night.
“Coming,” I called. I stopped beside the bathroom door and murmured a “just keep it locked” to Aurora, hoping she could hear me, then forced myself to open the main door for Emerson.
When I did, I came face to face with a sight I’d never witnessed before. Emerson looked almost sad. Though I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t think he had ever experienced that emotion. Happy and goofy were his defaults.
“Why are you back so early?” I forced myself not to look at the door behind me.
“Eh, wasn’t feeling it.” He shrugged, but as he did, he froze. Then he lifted his nose and sniffed the air.
As he turned in a full circle, still sniffing, my heart pounded, but I kept my expression even and fisted my hands at my sides to steady them.
“Why were you spraying my cologne? Did you take a massive shit or something? Why bother wasting it? You’ve done that plenty of times, and you never cared that I gag.”
For the love of God. I pinched my brow, praying Aurora hadn’t heard that.
He sniffed again and cocked a brow. “Weed?”
“No, I just…” What the fuck, Mason? How was I going to explain this? “I just like the smell.” I shrugged and quickly changed the subject back to him. “But what do you mean you weren’t feeling it?” I asked, raising my voice in hopes that Aurora could hear us and be clued in to what was going on, yet still hoping she’d missed the one about the big shit. “You’re always out.”
