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And that was exactly what we did. In the morning, I woke to the hard press of his cock against my ass, one of his arms flung around me. He took me like that, slower and softer than the night before but just as intense, whispering “mine” in my ear as I moved against him.
“One time isn’t gonna be enough for us,” he’d said before. Now, I had to agree.
I wasn’t sure a hundred times would be enough.
14
TUCKER
We talked nearly every day since I flew out to California just to make Patrick Whitt’s ass mine—and it was mine. That was on the real. At least until we managed to stop doing whatever it was the fuck we were doing.
We hadn’t put a label on it, both of us likely trying to pretend this wasn’t happening. I had no issue wanting him. Anyone who had a problem with it could kiss my ass, but I wasn’t sure if Patrick would feel the same. And I wasn’t an idiot, so I knew this would be difficult. He wasn’t an easy person to get along with. We played on different teams. Everyone I knew fucking hated him. Actually, there was a small chance Houston didn’t. Ever since he’d gotten the job as the wide receiver coach in LA, he’d spoken more fondly of Whitt. Patrick mentioned hanging out with him sometimes.
All of that shit aside, again, I just didn’t know what in the fuck this was or what I wanted it to be. It hadn’t been a lie when I told him that once wasn’t going to be enough for us. Just thinking about him got my dick hard on the regular.
Me:Good game today, baby. You better not try to pull that shit when you play us.
We’d played as well. Atwood was on the hotel bed beside mine, smiling at his phone like a lovesick fool while he was trying to pretend this thing between him and Houston wasn’t real. What would he say if he knew I was sitting here messaging Whitt? Cullen wasn’t the kind of guy who followed the rules, so I thought he would be okay with it.
Bougie:Scared we’re gonna kick your ass?
For the past few weeks, I’d been playing around with calling him baby more often. It was one thing when I was in his ass, or about to be in his ass, but something else entirely in regular fucking conversations. But he still didn’t call me out on the term of endearment. He never did. I was pretty sure Whitt wanted to feign ignorance about what was happening between us even more than I did.
Me:You’ll be too dickstracted by the thought of riding my cock again to play well. You gonna give me your ass?
Bougie:Fuck off.
Me:I want you again. Think we can meet up in Florida at Christmastime?
I hadn’t gotten to touch him again since he dropped me off at the airport after leaving his place, and it was killing me. I still hadn’t had anyone else either. There was no use in pretending that would change anytime soon. Until I fucked Patrick Whitt out of my system, he was it for me.
Bougie:Not gonna be in Florida.
He wasn’t going home? My stomach twisted. Fuck his parents. They were going to bail on Patrick again? Jesus, they didn’t deserve him.
“I’ll be right back,” I told Atwood.
“I’m probably going to FaceTime jerk off with McRae, so you might want to stay gone for at least thirty minutes.”
I laughed, even though there was no doubt in my mind he was serious. Hell, he’d probably do it with me in the room. Cullen just didn’t give a fuck.
“Noted.” I slipped on some shoes and a hat, trying to stay incognito. I took the elevator downstairs, then searched around until I found an empty meeting room that wasn’t locked. I was already dialing him before the door clicked softly behind me.
“Why the hell are you calling me?” Whitt’s game had been in LA today, so I had no doubt he was home and alone.
“Aww, there you go crushing my heart, baby. Maybe I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Has anyone told you you’re broken?”
A laugh spilled out of my mouth, and I had a feeling he was smiling. “Because I want to talk to you?”
He sighed. “What do you want, Tuck?”
“Go home to Florida with me.” I hadn’t acknowledged the words before I’d spoken them, but deep down, if I let myself look, I knew that’s why I was calling.
“What are you talking about? Go home to Florida with you for what?”
“Christmas. We can tell them we’re just friends. My family won’t say shit. No one else will know you were there.”
