Leaning down, I kissed him again—softer this time—trying to distract him while he adjusted to being stuffed full of my cock. Once he began to relax, I eased out, then glided back in, both of us moaning at how fucking good it felt to finally be joined like this after four long damn years of being forced to see each other constantly and not being able to do anything else.
No words were needed as we moved, our lips constantly gliding over each other’s. Sweat coated our bodies, and neither of us could stop touching each other. As I drew closer, I reached between us and gripped his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts until we were coming together, moaning into each other’s mouths.
Finch grunted when I spun him around to face the shower wall so I could wash his back. After laying in bed for a good thirty minutes, both of us too cum drunk to move more than rolling onto our sides, we decided a shower was in order. Both of us knew I was going to have to leave once the shower was over, but I hoped Finch knew this wasn’t the end of us. Not by a fucking long shot.
“Does your coach know you left?” Finch asked me.
“Nope,” I said, popping the P. He snorted. “But my roommate is covering for me, so I’m good. Coach doesn’t normally check on us once we turn in for the night anyway.”
He turned to face me once I was finished washing his back. I tipped my chin up a little so I could meet his eyes. His brows were furrowed, and a frown tugged at his lips. “What happens now, Rafe?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.
“First, don’t get all defensive on me,” I said, reaching up to uncross his arms. They dropped to his sides with a smack. “And don’t get huffy.” He rolled his eyes at me. Fuck, he was adorable once he got comfortable with someone—all bratty and bossy and a hot as fuck bottom. Just my damn type. “This doesn’t end here, Finch. Before I leave, we’re exchanging numbers. And while I know you’ve got one more game this season, that’s not stopping me from pursuing you.”
He rolled his eyes. “What if our teammates find out?” he asked.
I scoffed. “I don’t give a fuck about our teammates, baby. They can go fuck themselves.” Finch snorted another laugh. “You’re mine. And now that I can have you, no one is stopping me.” I gripped his chin and tugged his face down for a kiss. “Not even you, baby.”
He sank into our kiss, a soft moan crawling from his throat. I backed him up against the shower wall, then dropped to my knees, throwing a wicked smirk up at him before I laved my tongue over the head of his cock.
I wouldn’t come see him again until after his championship game, so I needed to leave my man with a little parting gift to remember me by.
And judging by the long, loud moan he released when I swallowed his thick cock to the back of my throat, he’d fucking remember me, alright—or at least how good my mouth felt around him.
Chapter 5
Finch
When Rafe left, my room felt oddly empty without his larger-than-life presence filling the space. All I had was the lingering scent of him on the pillows and our dried cum on the sheets. And while it was definitely disgusting to lay on that bed and try to sleep, I couldn’t bring myself to sleep on the clean one.
I should hate Rafe. He’d been a douchebag for the entire game, doing everything he could to get under my skin and try to make me fuck up. Hell, we literally attended schools that were rivals with each other. But he had a way of breaking down my defenses and leaving me wanting. And fuck, did I want him.
Being with him was inevitable. There was no way I could walk away. Not now.
My phone vibrated on the bedside table. Sighing, I rolled over and grabbed it. Pressing my thumb to the screen, I unlocked the phone, and my stomach swooped at the sight of Rafe’s message.
Rafe:
Made it back to the hotel. Sleep tight, baby. I’ll text you in the morning. Goodnight.
Finch:
Goodnight.
I hadn’t slept worth a damn the night before. Rafe’s scent had bombarded me the entire night, and I usually slept on my back, but with my ass so sore, that hadn’t been very comfortable, so I’d had to sleep on my stomach and my sides, which had been damn near impossible. When my alarm had gone off, I’d already been up, dressed, and had all my things packed. After finding coffee in the lobby, I’d downed two pain pills, then made my way to the bus, which was already parked in front of the hotel and running.
I eased down into the seat at the very back of the bus and shoved my bag under the seat. After pulling my hood up, I put my headset in my ears and turned on Sleep Token, hoping it would lull me to sleep. I was so fucking tired.
My phone vibrated in my hand, and I glanced down at it, my chest tightening at his name.
Rafe:
Morning, baby. Hope you slept well.
Finch:
I slept okay.
Rafe:
