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I laugh at his remark, which only increases his suspicion.

"Oh shit! I'm going to alert the coach!" He's about to turn away, but I reach over and grab his arm. "Alright, fine! You win."

My friend looks at me with barely concealed satisfaction. "Come on, spill it. What's happening? Did you finally convince your old man to get off your back?"

I let out an annoyed sigh. "That will never happen..."

"So what then?"

An image of Dixie flashes through my mind. I don't want to talk about what we're doing. Not that I'm naturally secretive, but I want to keep her to myself. I push away this possessive instinct that manifests whenever I think about my roommate.

"I met someone," I finally admit.

Emery gives me a genuine smile, and I frown. "What are you smiling like an idiot for?"

"Nothing!"

With that, he turns his back to resume warming up, this time with a light lap around the practice field. I follow closely behind him before asking again what's up with him. He finally faces me, "I never thought I'd see you in love, that's all."

I'm petrified. I feel like a defensive end just ran right over me. What the hell is he talking about? I'm not in love! If enjoying sex with someone was enough to have feelings, everyone would know about it,

"You don't know what you're talking about," I say in an icy tone.

Emery looks at me in silence for a moment, and I know he's convinced that what he just said is true. I, on the other hand, know very well it's not. Dixie and I, it's just fucking, nothing more.

Anyway, I don't know how to love, and I always end up disappointing the people who love me, so it's unthinkable. Besides, things are clear between us. Sex, yes, but nothing more.

That's all I'm capable of offering her. If she can't be content with that, then we'll have to end our adventure.

But we're not there yet. For now, we spend our time fucking, and I'm enjoying it. It's more than I could have hoped for when arriving at OMU. Dixie helps me kill time while waiting for the end of the semester.

25

DIXIE

Player is insatiable.While I asked Keri for a truce, I feel like a huge hypocrite because I've been getting busy every night. Whether it's in my room, Player's room, or elsewhere, we've been having sex every day for almost a month now.

But tonight, he asked me to meet him at the stadium entrance, and I don't think it's for a sexy rendezvous. Leaning against the wall, he watches me approach. The walkway is dimly lit by a single streetlamp. It's after nine, and night’s fully arrived. Amazingly, it’s starting to actually feel like fall.

"Hey," I say as I join him.

His gaze lingers on my face before shifting to my lips, which part instinctively in response. I still don't understand what my body feels in Player's presence or the reactions I have. When he’s around, all bets are off. One word, one gesture from him, and I transform into this shameless, sexually wanton girl I don't recognize.

Like every time I think about it, a wave of shame and guilt washes over me. I never imagined I could enjoy sex this much.

Unless it's Player you enjoy...

I push away this terrifying thought. Developing feelings for him would be suicidal, I'm painfully aware of that. And yet, Idon't hesitate to multiply our intimate moments together. At this rate, I'm going to crash and burn.

"What are you thinking about, Alabama?" he asks.

I blink several times before answering in a tone I hope sounds casual, "Nothing special. Just wondering why you asked me to come here."

He pushes off from the wall to approach me, and I tilt my head up to look at him. A light stubble shadows his jaw, and a shiver runs through me as I imagine it rubbing against the sensitive skin between my thighs. I swallow hard.

Oblivious to the turn my thoughts have taken, Player grabs my waist to pull me against him, and the next moment, his lips claim mine. I love the way he kisses me, both conquering and possessive. No one has ever made me feel this way.

His hands slip under my jacket, sliding down to my backside, which he firmly grasps. I moan softly, and when he pulls away, I feel a familiar heat burning in my belly.