Page 92 of Scoring the Player
He kisses the sole of my foot. “Do you think you could fall in love again?”
“Skip.”
“You’re out of skips.”
“Come here then.” I reach for him.
He shifts forward, spreading my legs, then strips me out of my jeans and briefs.
I’ve been on edge since I choked him on the court, and I swear I felt that foot massage in my cock. “I’ll probably blow as soon as you touch me.”
“Mm.” He kisses the crease at the top of my thigh, causing my legs to tremor, which turns into a full convulsion when his tongue fondles my balls. As soon as his lips wrap around the head of my cock, I shoot hard, fisting the sheets.
I grabmy briefs and slide out of bed before we do something stupid like try to hold each other. I lean against the bathroom door and squeeze my eyes closed, fighting the feeling of the ground slipping out from under me.
“Gonna check on Anaïs,” I tell him when I return. “Extra toothbrushes under the sink,” I add as I slip on my jeans.
“Cool,” he says, sliding past me into the bathroom.
Anaïs is still asleep when I check on her. After leaving a note on her nightstand, letting her know Salem and I are in the guest room and to grab me if she needs me, I fill two glasses of water.
I spoke to her yesterday, and she didn’t mention she was in pain, but the sink tells a different story—she can’t sleep without loading it. After I press start on the dishwasher, I pop an unopened bag of Vietnamese food into the fridge. I fill Alfie’s bowls with wet food and fresh water.
She’ll need something bland to eat in the morning. After scanning her fridge, I end up pulling out my phone and placing a delivery breakfast order from a local health spot.
Salem’s already dozed off when I return. I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor and watch him sleep. My thoughts drift back to that night, choking on ocean, drowning in endless black. He’s asked about it twice, but I can’t bring myself to talk about it.
I stare at him until I can’t fight sleep anymore, and I kill the lights and slip under the covers on the far edge of the bed.
CHAPTER 21
SALEM
Blue wakes up in my arms. In the middle of the night, I found him, back turned toward me, on the other side of the bed, and I nestled closer to him.
“Mornin’.” I kiss his neck.
He grunts and burrows deeper into his pillow.
According to my watch, I have under an hour to relieve my dog sitter.
My hand caresses his stomach, then trails up to massage his nipple.
A low moan rumbles from underneath the pillow.
He pushes back, rubbing up against my erection.
We both still at the muffle of voices seeping through the door.
His head darts up from under the pillow.
“Nooo.” He snatches his phone from the nightstand. He groans, staring at the screen.
“What’s the matter?”
“It’s the third Sunday.”
“Okay.” My gaze follows his where it’s locked on the door.
