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“Last I checked you guys were the ones that wanted her to move into the townhouse with me. What was the reason again? Toprotect her?”He acts like he wasn’t completely on board with the idea when Mayson’s mom pushed it. And now she’s pushing her daughter to another man.
“I thought maybe I could trust you not tofuck your stepsister, but I suppose I was asking too much of you.”
“Yeah, I guess you were.” I don’t bother to deny it. No matter what he thinks is going to happen, he’s going to have to get used to the idea sooner or later.
I’m not giving her up, it doesn’t matter what anyone says, including her.
“Bring her back, or I’ll cut you off. Goodbye soccer, goodbye school, goodbye to your party pad.”
I laugh. “Yeah? You do that then there’s really nothing stopping Mayson and I from running away somewhere and never returning.”
“You don’t call the shots, son. I do.”
“We’ll see about that.”
I hang up before he has a chance to. I’m not about to call his bluff because I know that’s exactly what it is. He thinks he controls my life, and maybe in a way he does. But I also know that he’s not going to piss off his precious wife by cutting off Mayson.
And I’m not giving her up either.
With that in mind, I get back to working out until my muscles ache.
By the time I get home, Mayson is still sleeping. I can’t help but look at her, taking in that soft exposed skin. I revel in it. How it tastes, how she looks when she’s lost in her pleasure. How she fights me, but gives in every time.How she’s all mine.
After the holiday break,we’re all back at it with practice and some of the guys clearly slacked over the four day break and are slower than they were before. I want to call them out on it, but I’m not Doc or the captain. I do look toward Mads to see if he’ll say something, but his mind seems to be somewhere else.
Not exactly what you want in a goalie and I kind of want to toss a ball at his head. I refrain, but only because Vito and Reyes are saying some shit about the Rites.
“You’re not even fucking around with it since you have a girlfriend…supposedly.” I roll my eyes. I still don’t believe Reyes is actually dating this chick, even if he wants everyone to believe it.
“Yeah? And what’re you doing other than fucking your stepsister?” He retorts.
“Trust me, she’s still my target. Some of us didn’t puss out on tradition.”
Vito scoffs. “Yeah, and some of us take it too far, but you’re fucking goldilocks doing it just right, huh, Masters?”
“Bite me, DeVito.” I use his whole last name instead of his nickname.
“Where do ya want my teeth?” He bares them at me, and I just roll my eyes at the pair of idiots I happen to be forced to share a team with.
After practice, we’re all back in the locker room and I’m tossing my shit inside. Then I think about how I told Mayson what she has to do while living with me. And that I haven’t been hard enough on her, despite what she may think. While we’ve had our fun, I have yet to forget how she was going to go out with that guy her mom was trying to set her up with.
How she still doesn’t believe she’s mine.
That needs to change.
Now.
I grab all my shit from my locker, tossing it in my gym bag to bring home.
“Get together at my place later tonight. Show up if you want,” I announce to my team. It’s time, Mayson sees that she’s mine and everyone else is going to see it as well.
When I get home, Mayson isn’t here yet. I go directly to her room, and dump the contents of my gym bag on her bed, smirking at the thought of how mad she’s going to be to come in here to see my sweat covered clothes all over her clean sheets.
I leave the mess as I go to my bathroom to take a shower, hoping it’s where she’ll find me when she comes home.
The screech I hear as I’m rinsing my hair has a smile spreading on my lips, seconds before the shower curtain is ripped open. Revealing a little pissed off woman.
“What is your fucking deal?” she snaps.
