“It’s right here.”My dad stretches up and grabs the toolbox he gave me from the top shelf.“You must have used it to put the crib together in the first place.”He shakes his head and goes back into my bedroom.
He’s already cranking the bolts loose when I get in there.
There’s no changing their minds.I’m sleeping with Hadley tonight without Tanner in a crib next to us.
For Tanner’s bedtime, my mom gives him the bottle, sitting in the chair, and my dad reads him a bedtime book while Hadley and I hang out on the couch.
She’s curled into me because we’re supposed to look like a real couple.Her shoulder is soft.Too soft.Her knees press into me, inches from my dick, and it’s torture being this close to her knowing nothing can happen.
The feeling is made even worse by the fact that I’ve already been with her.Iknowwhat I’m missing.Iknowwhat makes her tick.Iknowwhat gets her off.The sounds she makes when she likes something I’m doing or when she’s close to coming—it all runs on repeat in my head like some kind of punishment.During our away games this season, I’ve beaten off more than I did in my teens.
The worst part is that I don’t think it has anything to do with me not being able to have sex.It’s that I can’t have sex withher.That I don’t want anyone buther.
After Tanner goes down, passed out in a formula coma, my parents quickly tell us they’re going to bed.
“You’re on an earlier time zone than here.”I frown.
“We’re old, hun, and we were up with Harper before we flew down here.Plus, we should sleep while he sleeps.Good night, you two.”My mom smiles and waves before going into the spare room.
My dad says good night, and their door shuts with a quiet click.
Hadley doesn’t move away from me.Is it an invitation?
“I guess we should go too.I have to head into the bookstore before your game tomorrow.”She stands and stretches.
That sliver of exposed skin when her shirt rises makes my dick twitch.I’m not sure I can sleep in my bed with her tonight and not make a move.
“Sure.”I turn off the television and make sure the door is locked.Then we go into my room.
We both do our bathroom routine—her first—and when she comes out wearing boxer shorts and a cami top, sans bra, I realize blue balls are definitely in my future.
I use the bathroom and strip off my shirt on the way to bed.She’s all the way on the other side of the king mattress, as far as she can get.
“You comfortable?”I slide under the covers.
“Yeah.”Her voice is low and unsteady.
“Want me to make a pillow fort?”
She laughs, breaking the tension.“No, I think I can handle it.”
I turn to face her.“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
She rolls over to face me.“You have nothing to be sorry for.Your parents are great.”
“But you’re stuck in a bed with me now.”
“Lots of women would love to be in my position.It’s hardly an inconvenience.”
“Still.I feel bad.”
“Don’t.”
There’s something intimate about being in the dark room, whispering as we face each other.Hadley is so much more than my fake wife and nanny.She’s a friend—and someone I’ve grown closer to during this whole ordeal.
I clear my throat.“We’re in for a couple days.You up for it?”
“I think I can handle it.You?”
