Page 33 of Stealing Home

“Heading home. Have to get ready for tomorrow’s game.” Ty says in a clipped tone.

“You too, Cole?” Sean looks to see if I’m following suit.

“Yeah, man. We’re not going to win if we aren’t on our A game.” I say as a reminder for him not to go out and get drunk..

“True. But I think a few of us are only going to go get dinner. Sure you don’t want to join?”Sean double checks..

“I’m good. See you tomorrow.” I leave no room for debate on my answer.

I know he just wants to get the lowdown on Adriana and I’m not ready to do that. She isn’t of concern to him.

“See ya.” and with that Sean is heading over to another group of the guys.

“Let’s head out.” I suggest.

We walk out and this time we make sure that Heather is with Adriana and I’m with Ty so it’s not as weird. The press knows now that Adriana works under Heather and helps with the non-profit so they aren’t as crazy about another woman being with us.

“See you at home babe.” Ty says to Heather as he gets in the driver seat of his truck.

“Have a good night, ladies.” I tell them and hop into the passenger seat.

“We’ll do better tomorrow.” Ty says to break the silence.

“I know. Still blows.” I try to convince us both.

“That it does. What are you going to do tonight?” he responds.

“Grilling some chicken and veg out. You?” I return the question.

“Spending the evening with my wife.” He says while wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

“Well, aren’t you husband of the year.” I laugh at his antics.

“You are just jealous. It’s not my fault that Layla was batshit crazy. I told you not to do it.” he reminds me.

“I know, I know. It’s fine. At least she’s out of my life now.” I concede.

“Thank the heavens for that.” he says.

We bullshit for the rest of the drive about the game. We make it back to Ty’s and I hop out of the truck, say goodbye, and start walking over to my house. It’s been a shitty day and I’m ready for it to end.

Three more games till a day off and then we hit the road for two weeks.

Making it home, I change and cook dinner. Deciding to eat in the living room, I put onChicago P.D.and enjoy being alone in my house not having to worry about anything but tomorrow’s game. Well, that’s until I feel myself nodding off and take my ass up to bed.

Laying down in bed, Adriana’s scent hits me all over again. And now I’m thinking about her. All I want to do is slide my hands over her hips to grab her ass and pull her into me. To feel her skin on mine and to find out if her body fits with mine. Fuck, now I’m hard.

Cole, you can’t jerk off to your sister-in-law’s employee and friend.Your own friend.Isn’t that what you offered her?

I did, but this fucking scent of hers is driving me crazy. Tomorrow I’m changing my sheets. I throw the bedding off me to head to the bathroom. I turn the shower to be ice cold and get in. It’s been months since I wasn’t able to go out and do anything. Not that I wanted to, anyway.

The cold temperature of the water isn’t helping me in the slightest. The thought of Adriana in my arms, her body melding with mine, is still there. I slowly startto pump my shaft with light pressure and it’s not enough. I quicken my speed and squeeze harder, imagining its Adriana’s hand instead. I picture her kissing me before she gets on her knees to take me in her mouth.

Fuck, I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I need this. Maybe this will get her out of my head. Maybe it’s only because she’s the first woman I’ve interacted with that wants nothing from me. She isn’t some cleat chaser looking for a payday.

I can see her taking as much of me as she can and keeping a tempo that drives me wild. I pump faster and harder and before I can think again about how I shouldn’t be doing this, I brace one hand on the wall and spill out onto the floor of the shower while whispering “Adriana”.

Holy shit. I can’t believe I just did that. Feeling some relief, and I hope it's enough, I finish my shower and head back to bed. I fall asleep chastising myself that I can’t do that again.

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