She then climbs over the console.
“Ouch, damn,” she complains when she hits her head on the roof of the car. I shift my seat so I am lying back a little and she straddles me. “There’s no way you’re hard already.”
I look down at my crotch and then back up at her and cock my brow. I’m obviously hard. She leans in and kisses me and then our tongues come out to play. I remove her jacket and slide my hands under her hoodie, where I unclasp her bra. Then I move my hands to the front of her shirt and cup her breasts. She presses her center into my groin and that causes me to groan and push into her core. I tweak her nipples and rub on them, which causes her to rock on me, but it isn’t enough. There’s a fire burning inside me and only she can extinguish it. I dip one of my hands into her panties to find her soaked. I rub her clit.
“Logan,” she murmurs, rubbing on me.
I know exactly what she needs.
“Lower your pants,” I tell her. She does as I say and then I lower my joggers and boxers over my ass, allowing my cock to spring free. She seats herself on my cock and then she really begins to move, bobbing up and down. I press my pelvis into her, needing to go deeper, harder. Lili rides me fast and hard, holding on to the window to give her leverage to fuck me harder. I feel her swelling and squeezing my cock harder and I move faster too, chasing the ecstasy that awaits. Lili falls over the edge screaming my name.
“Fuck, yes, Logan, yes.” She bobs up and down on my cock at a rapid pace.
I can’t hold on and I jerk coming inside her, and then she falls forward and we both catch our breath. I don’t realize a cop has pulled up behind our car until he’s at the window.
“Shit. Shit,” I begin to curse. Lili jumps off me and heads back to the driver seat while I quickly lift my joggers and boxers back up my ass. I’m covered in cum but there’s no time to clean off.
The officer knocks on the window. I open it. “Hello, Officer.”
“You kids shouldn’t be back here. Is everything okay?” he asks Lili.
“Yes, fine. Just hanging out with my boyfriend,” she tells him.
“I see. Well, I checked the plate and I see the car belongs to Mario Ramirez. Can I please see your registration and license?” he asks Lili.
Lili gets her license out of her wallet and passes it to the officer. Then she reaches over to the glove compartment and takes out the registration and hands it to the officer.
“Mario Ramirez is my father,” she tells the cop.
“I know your father well,” he suddenly says.
I feel my breath hitch when he looks at me. It isn’t a normal gaze as his eyes narrow like he’s trying to remember where he knows me from. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“You’re one of Coach Ramirez’s players.” He points at me. Then he taps his lip a couple times. “Logan Russo, right?”
I swallow and nod. “Yes, sir.”
“I bought tickets to come out to the Hockey East tournament next week,” he says.
“Hoping to win the tournament,” I say to him.
“I’ll be rooting for you guys,” he replies, and he passes Lili her license and registration. “You kids shouldn’t be back here. A lot of drug deals go down here,” he explains.
“Sorry, sir,” I say.
“Sorry,” Lili repeats too.
“That’s all right,” the officer says. “You kids move along now.”
“Yes, sir,” I agree, and he walks away from the car. Lili puts the car in drive but I can see she’s shaking.
“Holy shit. This isn’t good, Logan,” she scolds.
“What if the cop tells your dad he saw us?” I say.
“Let’s freaking hope not. That would be a disaster,” she warns.
“Just take a few breaths. This has to be okay,” I assure her.
We head back to Westfall, and she drops me off a couple of streets over. I walk with my hood over my head. My insides are shaking. We are trying to be so careful not to get caught, I don’t know how we are facing these close calls. I don’t really feel like I’m doing something wrong by being with her either. I met Lili before I knew she was Coach’s daughter. I already had feelings for her when she got to Westfall. This whole shitty situation isn’t fair.
I text her an hour later and she tells me she returned the car and is back in her dorm.
Lili: If my dad finds out, I will take the blame.
Me: No way. We can go to him together and tell him we have feelings for each other.
The balls roll on her end. I wait a good ten minutes and she doesn’t reply. My stomach begins to sink. I realize I’ve been open with her about my feelings, but she hasn’t reciprocated with words. Her telling me I’m the best lay of her life isn’t exactly reassuring. I know she is still on guard and worried, but I took her opening up to me as a sign she felt the same way. I begin to worry I may have been wrong and when she doesn’t answer my text, I know maybe I was wrong.
THIRTY-EIGHT
Logan
The next few days are intense as I write two midterms while Coach works us hard in practice. I’m at the gym with some of my teammates getting my workout in. Lili hasn’t texted me back and she hasn’t been at practice either. When Levi asked Coach where his favorite PR girl was, Coach gave him a pointed look and said, “She isn’t your favorite anything, and she’s focusing on her exams this week.”
I know it is important for her to do well and I don’t want to screw with her success, so I send her a quick text to check in.
Me: Good luck on your midterms.
She doesn’t respond.
I am running on a treadmill and releasing steam, which feels good because my emotions are in a twist. I don’t even notice Noah hopping on the treadmill next to me until he clears his throat and says, “What planet are you on?”
I turn my head and look at him for a second, keeping up my pace. “Wish I knew,” I reply dryly.
“Did something happen?” He watches me like a code he’s trying to crack.
I turn around to see who is near us, but it is late at night and the only other guys here from the team are Leo and Levi. They are both on the other side lifting weights, which means there is no risk of being overheard.
“I snuck off with Lili the other day and we kind of got. . .I don’t even know what to say, but this cop found us and asked for her info. Turns out he knows Coach Ramirez and he recognized me, and Lili and I were in a compromising situation. She hasn’t talked to me since.”
Noah hisses. “Dammit Logan, I warned you this shit was risky. Hockey East is next week. If Ramirez doesn’t let you play then you’re screwed with the draft and the team is screwed without your help,” he says, referring to the fact the team that wins Hockey East is guaranteed a spot at the Frozen Four.
“I know I screwed up, but I think I’m in love with her,” I admit.
Noah hisses and shakes his head. “How can you know that?” He’s also referring to my lack of experience and it’s starting to grate my nerves.
“Just because she’s my first doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m feeling,” I snap.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” he relents. “Just trying to be a good friend, and any good friend would tell you to keep your dick in your pants until after we graduate.”