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I nod. “Love you, too, Mom.”
I quickly click the phone off and release a breath while leaning back against the wall. I bang my head softly against it and close my eyes. She’s been in and out of hospitals for the past two years. I should have expected this to happen. Of course she’s tired and wants some normalcy in her life. But why can’t she just fight a little longer for me?
I force myself up and stumble through my room while I look for something clean to wear, which is harder than it looks since everything is pretty much rumpled and on the floor. Throwing off my shirt, which reads of sweat and smoke, I find some comfortable sweatpants to throw on over my boxers and decide I can do without a shirt. It’s not like I plan on going anywhere today anyway. I will just tell coach tomorrow that I had a stomach bug. He should buy it. It’s not like I miss football practice all the time.
Throwing open my door, I make a beeline for the kitchen in desperate need of some water where I find Rachel standing, obviously just now returning home from classes.
She grimaces while forcing her lips upwards in some sort of half-assed smile while saying, “Hey, Hunter.” She fidgets in front of me, lowering her gaze a bit and I feel like a complete asshole for the way I’ve treated her.
She’s just trying to help and yet I keep pushing her away. It’s not her fault I injured my shoulder. It’s not her fault that my dad is an ass and my mom is dying. I smile while stepping towards her. “Hey,” I say simply, knowing I should say more, but my head is killing me.
“You’re done with football practice already?”
I try to keep it cool. I don’t want to worry her. She doesn’t need to know what happened at the party. Hell, I don’t even know what happened. “Yeah,” I say with an easy shrug. “Coach decided to take it easy.”
Rachel nods, but doesn’t say anything else, which is upsetting. When have we never had anything to say anything to each other? We used to joke around, talk about our worries and our lives. It’s my fault, I realize. I’m the one who pushed her away, therefore she doesn’t know what to say or do around me.
I take another step towards her, erasing the space between us. “Hey,” I begin while stroking her hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a jerk.”
She nods and sniffs, but doesn’t meet my gaze.
“I’m sorry for worrying you. I just,” I sigh and rub my aching head, “I’m going through some things right now.”
Rachel lifts her gaze to me, glittering with tears which makes my heart break knowing I’m responsible for making her feel this way. “You know I care about you,” she breathes. “You can always talk to me.”
I shake my head, knowing she’s right. I can talk to her, but something is holding me back. I don’t want to be judged. I already have issues with my shoulder, my career is on the line, and I don’t want to talk about my family troubles.
It just makes it all too real to me.
“I know,” I say instead.
She waits for a moment, watching me as if she expects me to break down and tell her my deepest and darkest secrets, but my lips remain sealed. “Hunter,” she begins, but I capture her lips with mine, stopping her from saying whatever she’s about to say.
My hands slide around her, pulling her close. One hand goes up her back, tangling in her hair while I suck and tease her mouth. Her lips open beneath mine while her hands wrap around me and I deepen the kiss. As my tongue strokes hers, I hear her moan. My hand slides down the length of her back to cup her ass and I grind my hardening cock against her, enjoying the soft gasps escaping her lips.
I know this solves nothing. I know when I’m done I will feel the same mourning and pain tearing through me, but for a moment I just want to forget. I want to feel Rachel’s body pressed against mine, hear her screams as she orgasms; my name on her lips.
I disentangle my hand from her hair and, cupping her ass with both hands, I pick her up. Her legs wrap around me while I stumble backwards. My arms shake as I carry her back to my room. I haven’t had anything to eat and the water I so desperately needed before has been forgone in my attempts for sex.
I dump her body onto my bed and ignore the pounding in my head as I crawl on top of her. She parts her legs for me while her hands reach for me. I take one and mouth her palm while my other hand unbuttons her jeans. Her mouth parts as her gaze locks with mine, watching me while I unzip her pants and shove my hands deep inside her panties. She arches her back when I find her clit, stroking it while I bite and suck on her hand. My cock is twitching while I watch her squirm in my bed. My sweatpants are tented and she reaches a hand down between us and presses her palm against my clothed tip.
I moan and thrust against her, wanting more of her touch. She reaches for my pants, her fingers playing with the waistband. “Hunter,” she breathes, her fingers pulling away from me. I stare down at her while my fingers continue to press and circle around her clit. “Do you still want me?”
The question makes my heart twinge, knowing that I’ve been cruel to her recently and making her doubt us. Hell, even I had been doubting us when I left the ski trip. But I still want her. It’s me who is messed up, not her.
It’s me who should let her go. But I don’t want to.
I lean in close until I’m hovering just above her. Her green eyes watch me with a mixture of desire and worry. “Of course I still want you,” I whisper, smiling as her lips twitch upwards. “I’ll always want you.” I press my lips against hers and moan as I allow my body to rest neatly between her legs.
I grind myself against her core, my cock leaking at her whimpers and gasps. I suck on her bottom lip, my teeth grazing slightly against it before releasing. I’m desperate to feel her flesh against mine. Grabbing her shirt, I pull it up, throwing it behind me and watching her reaching around to unclasp her bra.
As soon as her breasts are released from their prison, my hands are cupping them, my thumbs circling her nipples until they are taut. She squirms underneath me, grinding herself against my tip. Need and desire makes my body shake and soon I am shoving my pants and boxers down until they are at my ankles.
Rachel follows my lead, shoving her jeans and panties down until they are at her ankles. Before she can kick them off, I grab one leg and mouth her knee. She shudders as my other hand presses against her thigh, massaging the muscle as I slowly make my way up to her core. I push her jeans down as I slowly continue my path upwards, until her jeans are lying on the bed and my tongue is licking her juices.
“Hunter,” she breathes as I push her pussy lips away and ravish her clit. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, holding me there while I suck and prod. She whimpers and squirms until her legs wrap around me and press me closer to her. “Don’t stop.”
I chuckle, feeling mischievous while I lift my head away from her to meet her shocked and needy look. “What?” I ask coyly.
