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Johnny hangs up, and he tosses his phone aside when it rings again. He's an athlete on the cusp of success, propped up by a fantastic article detailing his career, his work ethic, his personality...
...and now that's all ruined.
"What did he want?" I ask quietly, barely able to get my voice to squeak out.
Johnny comes around the table and pulls me to my feet, his lips brushing against my knuckles. "You know what he wanted."
"For us to end things publicly?" I ask. "We should--"
"No fucking way."
He pulls me in around the waist until I'm flush with his muscular body, and I can feel his cock through his thin grey sweats.
"You listen to me, Birdie Hart," he says. "This isn't about my career, or yours. It's not about the fucking article. This is about me and you.Together."
"Johnny, you've been working your whole life toward this," I insist, though I can feel my will fading as he runs his nose up over my pulse, his tongue right after. "We can't just give it up for..."
But I can't finish my sentence. I can't say it's just about sex.
This isreal.
The future is unfurling in front of me, and it looksso much differentthan it did before. It's not traveling the country and writing for whatever paper hires me. I want to be here, with Johnny fucking Playfair, even if it means forfeiting everything else.
His mouth covers mine, and I can feel him against me, the muscles in his biceps jumping as he holds me just by my waist. We're both breathing fast, and I reach up to bury my fingers in his hair, pulling him in closer.
"I can't lose you," I say. "I can't lose you."
"You won't," he growls, bringing his mouth to my ear. "You won't. I won't let them take this from us."
He pulls away and lifts me up, setting me on the edge of the table and grabbing my hips.
"I want you, Birdie," he says. "I want to lose myself in you. You're all I need."
I breathe out, my heart thundering in my chest. We could fall into this, fuck for days, ignore the angry calls and articles and whatever else may come...but I splay my hands across his chest and rest my forehead against his, knowing we need to figure this out.
"Johnny," I whisper. "We're staying together. That's the bottom line."
His hands run up over my breasts, and he tries to kiss me again. "That's what I like to hear..."
"But we need to think about this," I say. "Strategize. Let me help you."
He grins. "Help me how?"
"I'm an expert at spinning a story," I murmur. "And it might take us away from Fern Hollow...but I think we can make this work for us both."
He groans as my hand slides down to his sweats, reaching inside and wrapping around his hot, thick cock.
"How do you figure?" he pants as I start to stroke him up and down.
"You've been getting buzz from Michigan, right?" I ask. "So what if we just...up andgo? The two of us, together. Junior league first, then go major. You're good enough to do it."
"That'll piss off Vancouver," he laughs. "They've been breathing down my neck."
"Even better," I tell him. "You sign with a team out there, and then work your way up. We've got all the time in the world."
I keep jerking him off as he groans into my neck, holding me tight.
"What about your career?" he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.
