Page 29 of Crossing the Lines for Love

“What? That’s the most important piece of information, and you damn near didn’t mention it.”

“My bad.”

“Are you prepared to deal with baby mama drama?”

“I don’t expect I’ll have to deal with any.” I shared the situation between Niko and Deuce’s mother.

“That’s not something you hear often, but I guess it’s working for them.”

“It seems to be. Anyway, our relationship is a secret, so don’t anticipate meeting his son for a while.”

“You’re sure about all this?”

“I’m not, but we’ve crossed the line too many times, and after the weekend we shared, my feelings are now involved. I couldn’t stop this potential train wreck if I tried.”

Our first game was away,and we’d just arrived at the hotel we’d be staying in overnight. The past few weeks flew by, and I found myself becoming more and more enamored with Aranda.

There wasn’t one practice we had when she didn’t show and prove why Coach Crawford fought to hire her. Her knowledge of lacrosse was vast, and I’d learned several things I could use on the field.

Most of my teammates realized early on that Coach Sampson was the real deal. However, a few of them still couldn’t get beyond the fact that she was a woman. Although they never said anything when she was within earshot, they talked a lot of shit in the locker room. It took a lot of restraint not to knock them on their asses, but somehow, I held it together.

It had been weeks since I’d spent time alone with Aranda because our schedules didn’t align. It was too risky to meet anywhere local and too expensive to rent an Airbnb for a few hours during the week, not to mention too far.

We spent a great deal of time texting and talking on the phone. Many mornings, I woke up, and our call was still connected. Our circumstances were challenging, but they forced us to get to know each other on a deeper level and outside of sex.

The best thing about being the team captain and a senior was that I didn’t have to share a room. Once I was settled, I texted Aranda. I didn’t want to call because she may have been in a meeting with Coach Crawford.

Me:

You busy?

Worth the Risk:

No. I met with Crawford, then came to my room and showered. You?

Since I knew she was alone, I called her.

“Hey,” she answered after one ring.

“Wassup? What’s your room number?”

“I’m not telling you because I have a feeling you’re prepared to risk it all tonight.”

“I miss you.”

“You see me every day.”

“You know what I mean. I’ll wait until everyone is asleep before I come.”

“No. I’m not letting you do that, but I have a surprise for you.”

“If it’s not your pussy on my face, you can keep it.”

I heard a light tap on the door and got out of bed to see who the fuck was bothering me. I looked out of the peephole and didn’t see anyone, so I opened the door and looked from left to right.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I thought I heard someone knock on the door, but no one is here.”

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