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He grabbed his cock and started to pump himself, using his free hand to clear the steam that had built up on the glass. “Fuck, you loved being watched.”
Wiping away the rest of my tears, I knew we had officially moved on to what we did best together. Talking, laughing, and spending time together were special for us, but it felt like my body was using Tripp to compensate for lost time. All the nights I was left wanting, needing, and never feeling satisfied were in the past. Tripp was making sure I had enough memories to always take the edge off when I needed to.
“Promise me,” I moaned.
“You know I’ll do anything for you.”
“Promise you will come on that glass, then take me to bed and make me scream.”
“Fuck!” he yelled, moving his hips erratically with the rhythm of his hand and watching my fingers move back and forth on my clit. “Promise, baby. Fuck I promise.”
With his words so hoarse and strained, and his fist holding his cock just right, I let myself go, coming on my hand and keeping my tits above the water so they peeked up for him as I shook.
“That's it, Coconut, I can see your cum mixing with the water. Look up at me, now!”
My eyes popped, and I watched his cum paint the glass between us, just like I asked. He grunted with each release, and his head fell back, his mouth slightly open.
It made me unable to stop. I was so immediately turned on again that I started rubbing myself harder and faster, chasing my next high before the feeling suddenly faded.
“Tripp!” I breathed in what sounded a little possessed to my own ears. He had finished coming and watching me as he took his finger through the mess he made on the glass.
“That’s it, come for me again. Make my cock hard again.”
With four feet and a thick pane of glass between us, I had one of the most erotic moments of my life. But my body was spent, my arm aching from the tense movements, and it felt like I needed to clean between my legs.
Tripp was soaping his body, then rinsed quickly. Then he brought a rag out of the shower and placed it between my legs. “You have no idea how perfect you are.”
“You make me feel like I can do anything.”
“Good,” he smiled. “Because I want to make all your fantasies come true.”
Exhaustion was taking over, but Tripp scooped me into his arms and dried me off. Then, just as he promised, he took me to his bed. Instead of the crazy sex we always seemed to have, he gently pushed himself inside me and made love to me in a way I had never experienced.
Slowly, he brought my body back to the edge and kissed my lips, neck, and chest. He pinned my arms above my head with one arm and used the other to caress every part of my skin he could reach. Despite feeling like I had never had time to get over Hunter, I found myself falling more and more for Tripp. Even knowing it was a mistake, I couldn’t help myself, and I prayed that when it all ended, I would once again be strong enough not to wait and beg for Tripp to be someone he wasn’t.
ChapterThirty-Five
Tripp
Tatum slept soundly in my arms, but I stayed awake all night, thinking of what to do about Hunter. When I told Rhys I’d handle it, I seriously considered getting on the field with him the next day and making it impossible for him to ever kick a soccer ball again.
One kick to his ACL, and he wouldn’t even be able to walk for a fucking year. Much less slice Tatum’s tires open. But she confessed what I already knew. Somewhere inside of her, she still cared about him. It wasn’t enough to make me worry about losing her, but it was enough to make me rethink hurting him.
I didn’t know what I could offer Tatum when all was said and done, but I knew I wanted more time to figure that out. Risking her running from me wasn’t an option.
By morning, I still had no idea what I should do, but I had run out of time to worry about it when we got called in for a random piss test. It was protocol to surprise us four times a year so that if we took any performance enhancers, we had no heads up on getting it out of our system. It caught us in the act, but I never had to worry about it because I never touched anything the league outlawed.
But then I had a thought. Were the guys invited to training camp getting tested as well? Would Hunter pass something like that? He was clearly not acting like he once did, and it had crossed my mind that he may have been using performance-enhancing drugs that altered his temperament while trying to pursue his career again.
In fact, I was willing to bet anything that was what was happening, and there was a chance if he got called in for a piss test, he wouldn’t even show up. It made me happily ease out of bed and leave Tatum a note explaining where I went. Instead of confessing to her that Hunter may not show up or pass, I saved that conversation for later, when we were once again alone and safe in our little bubble.
Meanwhile, I got to the stadium and joined the guys already forming a line outside the training offices. While we waited, we were all handed bottles of water. We chatted about how much we hated the morning surprise piss tests just because they insisted on it being at the crack of dawn.
As I suspected, some of the guys from the invite squad were there, meaning they were also being asked to take the drug test. And Hunter was nowhere to be found.
“What happens if you guys don’t show?” I asked one of the new guys, trying to sound casual.
“Automatic cut,” he shrugged, then turned around for his turn.
