A wicked grin pulls at his lips as he pulls out that delicious inch. Sitting on the bed, he pulls me up and onto his lap. He lowers me slowly down onto him. His penetrating gaze is millimeters from mine and he catches every whimper and moan as he fucks me.
His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back so he can suck on my neck. All while he pumps my body down onto his over and over.
When my breaths come quicker, he grips both of my hips to increase the pace and angles my body backward so he can kiss and suck my boobs. I detonate in his arms. He’s doing all the work anyway, but I’m a rag doll as my climax goes on so long it blends with his moments later.
My heart flutters and I lean forward and rest my head on his shoulder. He’s still buried inside of me and he wraps his arms around my waist and brushes my hair away from my face so he can place a kiss on my forehead. And his heart hammers against me in perfect rhythm.
I fight a yawn as we get ready for bed. I finger-brush my hair and Rhett gives me a T-shirt to sleep in.
“Green,” he says as he snuggles up behind me.
“What?” I fight my eyes to keep them open.
“At the bar, you guessed my favorite color was blue, but it’s green.”
“Mine is blue.”
“I wonder what the third question was.”
“I don’t know.”
“I wanna know you,” he says quietly. “All the things.”
I’m smiling when I fall asleep. It doesn’t take long. Exhaustion pulls me under and I can’t remember ever being so content. I’m woken by a phone ringing. My first instinct is something is wrong with Elias, but this time it’s Rhett’s phone ringing.
I nudge him. “Your phone’s ringing.”
“Hmmm?”
I nudge him again.
Without opening his eyes, he feels around for his phone and then brings it to his ear. “Hello?”
A feminine voice replies, zapping me from my happy, sleepy place. His eyes open and he sits up. He brings the phone away to look at the screen, then jams it back to his ear. “What the hell, Carrie? It’s three o’clock in the morning.”
I roll onto my back while he continues to talk to Carrie on the other end. My brain buzzes with possibilities—none of them good. Thirteen missed calls last night and now this? I’ve zoned out, stewing in awful thoughts, until his deep voice, still thick with sleep, mutters a string of curses.
“I’m so sorry. I was half asleep and I didn’t realize who it was.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it was nothing.”
I wait for him to say more, but like this morning, he doesn’t seem to want to talk about it. He pulls me into his arms with a heavy sigh, and neither of us speaks again.
I don’t sleep well the rest of the night. When it’s finally light outside, I creep from the bed and get dressed, then request an Uber.
“You’re leaving?” He sits up and runs a hand through his bed head.
“Yeah. I have practice this morning.”
He glances at the window to the early morning sky and then raises a brow.
Pulling on my shirt, I kneel on the end of the bed.
“I didn’t sleep,” I admit. “What’s going on with the phone calls?”
He sits up. “It’s my ex, Carrie. She won’t stop calling.”
I have a thousand questions. “Why? What does she want?”
“I’m not even sure anymore. It’s been almost a month since we broke up and she’s blowing up my phone at the most inopportune times.”
“Oh.” I don’t know why I assumed he’d been single longer, but knowing he was with someone just a month ago—someone who cares so much for him she still calls in the middle of the night—makes me uneasy.
“It’s over,” he says. “And I’m sorry that I answered. I wasn’t thinking.” His arms circle my waist. “Don’t leave.”
“I really do need to practice.”
He bobs his head slowly. “Okay. Hang later?”
I hesitate. “I’ll text you.”
17
Rhett
“Look who it is!” Adam smirks from the kitchen when I finally get out of bed. Sienna had to leave for practice, but I went back to bed after she left to catch up on the sleep I didn’t get last night.
I grab a Powerade from the fridge and fall onto a stool at the counter.
“Heard you had a good time last night.”
“I did.” I take a long drink. “Wait, who did you hear that from?”
“You. I literally heard it. We all did.” He waves the spoon in his hand around and points to a giant box of condoms I somehow didn’t see when I sat down. “Mav dropped that off for you.”
Fucking nosy roommates. I shake my head and chuckle as I pick up the box of glow-in-the-dark condoms.
“Does Mav just have these in bulk or what? Never mind, I don’t want to know. Not sure I’m going to need them, though.” I run a hand through my hair, pushing the long strands out of my face.
“What happened?”
“Carrie,” I grumble. “She called a dozen times last night.” Nothing ruins the moment quite like your ex obsessively blowing up your phone at three o’clock in the morning.
“Chick is relentless.”
“No kidding. I don’t know what to do. Talking didn’t work. Ignoring obviously isn’t working either. Sienna took off as soon as it was daylight.”
“That sucks. I’m sorry. Still no to the blocking her number?”
“That just feels… wrong.”
“You could always change your number.” He smirks and goes back to stirring his oatmeal.
“Yeah, maybe.” I stand, taking the Powerade and condoms to my room.
We have the day off practice, but a meeting with Coach to talk about our next game. We play the Ice Bombers at regionals. Another do-or-die game.
Saturday night when we get back to the apartment and Sienna still hasn’t texted, I know she’s avoiding me.
Fuck. How did things with Carrie get so out of control? We’ve talked so many times about the breakup, hashing it out again seems pointless.
I call Carrie and while I wait for her to answer, I pace my room. Part of me hopes she doesn’t answer, but if she doesn’t then I’m just delaying the conversation. Something has to give. I can’t keep going like this. I want to move on. I want her to move on.
“Rhett!” She answers after the third ring with a chipper tone that I didn’t hear a lot of the last few months we were together.
“Hey, Carrie. You have a few minutes to talk?”
“I answered the phone, didn’t I?” She laughs softly. “Congrats on your game! I’m sorry I called so late. I went out with some friends and didn’t realize what time it was when we got in.”
“It isn’t just that you called so late.” I screw my eyes closed. “You can’t keep calling.”
She’s quiet and I feel like an asshole.
“We broke up,” I add. “This isn’t healthy for either of us.”
“I miss you.” Her voice softens. “Don’t you miss me?”