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But I can't deny it. It worked. Because the sound of his smacking flesh possessed me. His manly grunts and weakened groans made me do something I couldn't take back: I started to play with myself, too. I didn't think he'd know—I thought I could do it in secret. But oh, he figured it out, and he figured it out real fast. And once the cat was out of the bag? I couldn't stop myself.
We urged each other on with our sounds of passion, moaning and groaning into each other's ears. Our private little sex party. The fact that I knew it was a bad idea only made it that much more delicious.
Worst of all, I actually cameover the phone. I let him listen to the most personal and intimate sound of all: my screams of orgasmic bliss.
I slapped my forehead. “I amsofucked.”
Hunter was definitely going to chase after me now. Like a shark who'd caught a scent of blood in the water. And then it'd just be a matter of time until the girls knew that something was up.
If there was any silver lining in this … it was the fact that the team was going to stay on the road for a little while longer. So I had a small amount of time to get my act together—and push Hunter away again.
I hopped out of bed and checked my phone. One text from Hunter. My heart quickened as I opened it. A series of texts, all sent last night, after I'd passed out:
“Hope I didn't scare you off.”
“I wanna take you out on a date when I get back. Just me and you. Dinner. No one has to find out.”
And his last text, at 2:00 AM?
“Goodnight beautiful.”
***
I mulled those text messages for two more days, wondering if or how to reply. The prospect of a dinner date excited me, even if I knew it was yet another bad idea. I guess I justwantedto believe, more than anything else, that Hunter really liked me. His confession last night about Allison, and how he'd been 'spiraling' out of control sure seemed promising. And, if he was telling the truth about not smoking cigarettes anymore, that was promising, too. And the fact that he changed sticks told me he was willing to listen to what I had to say and take it seriously.
But based on what Cora told me, Icouldn'ttrust Hunter. Because he and all the other athletes just wanted to get laid, and they'd say and do anything to get it. That meant I couldn't trust my own intuition, because I was dealing with a known liar.
So I didn't reply. Better to take time and space and let things cool down. I made a call back home instead. My parents had been waiting to hear from me for over a week. I told my parents that I was doing fine without Todd … that my new roommates were great … and that I was serving tables at a diner in LoDo.
Yeesh.
I still didn't have the heart to tell them that I was now a professional cheerleader of sorts. Of course, Mom and Dad were both super-excited and curious for details of my new life in Denver. And since I was giving them details of a fictional life,I struggled to find anything to actually tell them. And allthatdid was make them worried that I was depressed about Todd, and not getting out of the house or meeting any new people.
“Trust me, I'm not depressed about Todd. I've blocked his number and all his social media and I barely even think of him anymore.”
Then I asked them to put my brother Derek on the phone. He answered, we traded insults and made some small chat, and then I cut to the chase. “Hey Derek.”
“Yeah?”
“I wanna ask you something.” I stalled. “It's kind of personal and kind of embarrassing, too. So, uh, kindly escape Mom and Dad's presence, if you haven't already.”
“Gimme a sec. I'll go to my room.”
I waited.
“Okay. Lay it on me, sis.”
I took a deep breath. “First, don't judge me. Second, how do you treat a girl when you actuallylikeher, versus just wanting to sleep with her?”
Derek whistled. “Wow, you reallyaremoving on from Todd!”
“I said, don't judge me!”
“I'm just givin' ya shit, sis. You're single now, why not date around? Just remember, if you need someone to pound anybody's face in, give me a call. I need an excuse to visit Colorado, anyway. Cheap, legal weed? Oh, hell yea—”
“Jesus, Derek. Answer the question.”
“Okay, okay. Sheesh. When it comes to scoring pussy? Less is more.”
