Chapter Twenty-One
LINCOLN
AUGUST
“I should have known you were going to call today,” Indie says, answering the phone.
“Mayhem!” I yell. “Let’s go, babe! Kill it today.”
She laughs. “I think you just broke my eardrum.”
“Wait until you see the video I recorded for you last night. Maddox was less than pleased to help me.”
“Aw, he wouldn’t join you?”
“I think it was a hell no from him.” She chuckles and I say, “Last first game at Brentwood. How do you feel?”
“Excited. Ready. Worked my ass off all summer, as I didn’t have the distraction of my mom setting me up, nor did I have a Ken doll trying to distract me either.”
“Hey, I wouldn’t have distracted you. I would have kicked balls at you. Helped.”
“I would have loved to have seen that. You might be a powerhouse on the mound, but I don’t think you have a foot to stand on when it comes to the soccer field.”
“You could not be more right about that.”
“How’s Kansas?”
“Pretty good. The accommodations are better, that’s for damn sure. I’m not sharing a tiny couch with Maddox, but have a three-seater and it’s leather. Old leather, but leather.”
“Look at you moving up in the world. And you graduated from soup cans?”
“Barely.”
“At least that’s something. Making it to Triple-A in the same year you were drafted is pretty awesome, Lincoln.”
“Yeah, glad Maddox came along with me. He’s been working really hard, keeps up with my workouts, says I’m pushing him. When I first met him, he seemed like he was in a funk, but now we’re hitting the gym together every day and sharing spin techniques. He feels like a brother more than a teammate.”
“That’s good. I’m glad.”
We’re silent for a second, and it feels awkward. I hate that. We’ve both been so busy that I think the last time we talked on the phone was two weeks ago. It pains me to think that maybe she’s pulling away. I hope that’s not the case. We’ve still been texting, and that’s been the usual crazy sparring. But I need to hear her voice.
“Well, I just wanted to wish you good luck today. Tear them apart, Mayhem.”
“Planned on it. And hey, thanks for calling, Castle. It means a lot to me.”
“Anything for you, babe. Text me after. I want to know how it goes.”
“I will. Bye, Lincoln.”
“Bye, Indie.”
OCTOBER
“I leave for a few months and you guys all turn flabby on me?” I say, walking up to my football boys.
They spin around and yell, picking me up and practically tossing me around.
“Dude, you made it,” Rusty shouts. “Hell, I might cry. Does Indie know?”
I shake my head. “Didn’t tell her.”
“Oh fuck, this is going to be the best surprise ever.” Rusty gives me another hug, and I push him away.
“You’re going to ruin our body paint.”
“Shit, sorry. I’m just so excited.”
Deacon and Hutton both give me a hug too while Hartley pats me on the back. He’s the only one who knew I was coming, and the one who helped paint me up for Indie’s last game of the season. Unfortunately, they haven’t had the best season. The team has been riddled with injuries, so they weren’t able to pull it together in time to make it to the playoffs, so this is Indie’s last game in green and black.
Hopefully not her last game ever. Still waiting to hear about that.
Together, we walk into the stands, our bodies painted, Indie and Scarlett’s numbers written on our faces. We don’t bother taking a seat, but instead, hold up signs, declaring our undying love for the women’s soccer team, chanting as the girls come out of the tunnel.
I spot her immediately.
Her long brown ponytail swaying back and forth, the snug fit of her jersey around her top half, her sexy-as-hell legs. Fuck, I’ve missed her so damn much.
“Let’s go, Mayhem,” I shout, cupping my hands around my mouth. Her head snaps up to the crowd. She stops, and her hand lifts to her chest while we stare at one another. “Tear them apart, babe,” I yell. Her chest rises and falls faster, and the look of shock and joy on her face will last me a long time. This is a moment I’ve been thinking about for a while, but nothing prepared me for seeing her again. God. So gorgeous.
We crash through her door, lips desperate, hands clawing at our clothes. While Indie was taking a shower, the boys got me into the locker room, and I took the quickest shower of my life, and then met Indie by her car. She ran up to me, leapt into my arms, and it’s been pretty hard to take our lips off each other since.
“I can’t get close enough to you,” she says, lifting my shirt up and over my head. I do the same to hers and remove her bra as well. I lift her up to my waist where she clings to me, as I use the door to help keep her in place. “You’re stronger,” she says as I move my mouth down her neck. “Bigger.” She gasps when I take her breast into my mouth. “Broader.”
I grind my cock against her, and she digs her fingers into my back as she moans against me.
“I want to see you, all of you,” she says. I pull away and look her in the eyes, pressing a desperate kiss against her lips as I move her back to the bed and lay her down. I grab the waist of her leggings and peel them off her body followed by her thong, leaving her in nothing. I’ve been starved of this sexy sight for nearly five months. I won’t last long.
“Touch yourself,” I command. “Touch yourself, and I’ll take the rest of my clothes off.”
Her hand falls between her legs, which she props up on the mattress. Her mouth parts as her fingers play with her clit.
I stiffen to full mast in my jeans as I watch her work herself expertly.
“How often do you do that?” I ask, reaching to my jeans and unbuckling them.
“Enough,” she says on a gasp.
“Do you think of me?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods. “I do.”
Damn.
I push my pants and briefs down and step out of them, and her eyes fall to my cock. Her fingers speed up and I take my cock in hand, pumping up and down, feeling my arousal already start to spike. The last time I had sex was with her, the night before I left, and seeing her here, right now, beautiful and naked for me, has my dick growing exponentially.
“You’re so fucking hot, Indie.”
“You’re massive,” she says. Her eyes seem unable to fall from my torso and cock. “God, Linc, I need you.”
Still gripping my cock, I grab condoms out of my jeans pocket, ripping one open and toss the others on the nightstand while I sheath myself. Ready, I climb on top of the bed, where I position myself at her entrance.
Her eyes well with tears and her hands loop around my neck. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, babe,” I say, pushing inside her. “I missed this. Us.”
“God, you feel amazing, don’t stop,” she says, gasping when I push in harder. “Please tell me you’re here for a while. Please tell me I don’t have to say goodbye right away.”