Page 35 of Strike & Score
After practice is over, I look up and see the girls have all left already, and I’m sure Mayson is going to try to avoid me again, but it’s not going to work. She better be home by the time I get there because if not I’ll go find her and drag her back.
Luckily, when I get home the lights are on so either she’s home or she wanted to make it seem like she is.When I walk in, I hear her music playing and I wonder if I’m about to find her in the bathtub again. As much as I would love to take advantage of having her naked in front of me, part of me hopes she doesn’t make it that easy for me.
I did make one stop on my way home at the Halloween supply store because as annoyed as I am about the expectations of the upcoming holiday, I have plans for my roommate. I toss the mask I bought on the counter before making my way upstairs to find her.
I’m thankful of my past self that changed the lock on her door to only lock from the outside before I brought her here. I knew I wouldn’t want her to be able to restrict my access to her. As much as she wants to deny it she wants me to have that access.
When I try to push open the door, there’s resistance like she put something in front of it. I push again, and it’s clearly something large, my guess is her dresser. I chuckle at her attempt to keep me out.
“Mayson,” I call out between the crack in the door.
“I’m busy,” she calls back over the music, and my blood boils.
“Open the fucking door,” I demand.
“No, my guest won’t like that very much.”
Guest? What the fuck?
“I don’t give a fuck. Open the door.”
“Nope, like I said, I’m busy.”
I strain my ears, listening for any other voice, but the music is so loud, if they’re speaking quietly I won’t hear them. The only thing I can think of is that she’s in there with another man.
And that’s enough to set my blood on fucking fire.
I ram my shoulder into the door, feeling theobject give slightly. I know it’ll only take a couple more before I can bust in there.
“It’ll only be worse if I have to break down the fucking door,” I threaten, ramming into it again.
“I swear to you, Mayson, if you have a guy in there he’s dead and then I’ll take care of you in a different way.”
Another ram into the door.
One more, and I’m sure I’ll have enough room to get in.
I give her a few more seconds to make a decision, but I’m done being patient. I’ve been forced to have her around me for years, unable to do anything about it and now here we are and I can do whatever I want.
One more solid push and the door is open enough for me to get into the room. I look around, searching for anyone else that shouldn’t be in here, but it’s just Mayson. She’s sitting on her bed, she looks a mixture of mad and smug. I take in her appearance because I know what my girl looks like freshly fucked, and she’s clearly not. Her hair is wet from the shower, and her clothes are in place while she sits with her arms resting on her knees, glaring at me.
“Where’s yourguest?”I sneer, searching the room for any sign of another person.
She just shrugs. She. Fucking. Shrugs.
“Mayson,” I say darkly, slowly starting to stalk toward her. “You said you had a guest, so where is he?”
The side of her mouth quirks. “I never said it was a guy.”
“Then where isshe?”
Again, she shrugs.
And that’s what does me in. I’m on the bed, pinning her down within a second as she tries to fight me off.
“You can’t keep manhandling me. Get off,” she squeals as I continue to pin her wrists to the bed, with my knees framing her hips.
Mayson is trying to wiggle and kick underneath me, but it doesn’t work, and she knows it won’t. We’ve been in this position before, and yet she still thinks it’ll be different.
