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He groans, dropping his forehead down to mine again. “I fucking love you, Mayson, I’m glad you finally caught up.”
His lips are on mine again, and this time neither of us stop. Neither of us slow down to let anything in the outside world distract from us. Our relationship may never be accepted, and we may lose the only family we have. But it wouldn’t be much of a loss because we have each other.
Other people may not understand us, our relationship, our connection. But it doesn’t matter because we do. We may not know what the future looks like for us, but I know one thing. I somehow, someway, fell in love with Colin Masters.
It’scrazy to think how easy everything has been after we left our parents. No dealing with family, needing to put on a show to impress my mom or Walter. Just Colin and me, lost in each other for days on end.
It’s like we created our own perfect world where it’s just the two of us. I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop, to get an eviction notice or something on the door. Or that our tuition has been pulled, but none of those things happen.
Colin may have been right, and his threat to his dad worked. But neither of them have reached out to us either. I’m sure it’s only a matter of time, but truly, they’re the last thing on my mind.
Even school has been on the back burner because soccer has taken over almost completely. It may be finals time, but it’s also the post season. And all my focus is on the championship.
The guys, not so much, and I’ve had to hear about every mistake Colin’s team has been making almost every game. And then he takes his frustrations out on my body, which I will never complain about.
Of course the cocky bastard is right about the teams shitty performance not affecting his chances of going pro. Because he showed me his offers from a couple teams. He really is a good player, and his ego isn’t entirely misplaced. Which only makes him more unbearable at times, but also only makes me love him even more at the same time.
I also benefit from him celebrating every time he gets an offer because he likes to take his good moods out on my body as well.
I do the same with every win my own team has, then coming home and using Colin as my own personal jungle gym. Which I know for a fact he doesn’t mind either.
We’re living in some sort of bubble I never expected to be in with the man I was convinced hated me from the moment we first met. Turns out there’s a fine line between love and hate, especially with him. It also turns out we both like toeing that line and how it feels when we fight, and then how it feels even better when we make up.
The guy’s team is out early in the postseason, but we’re in the finals and it feels damn good. Even better, Colin gets to come cheer me on at my games. I know a lot of the guy’s team has been coming to our games. It might have something to do with a couple of budding relationships that stemmed from the Rites. Even if it’s not, it’s definitely a way for us to shove the fact that we’re better right in their faces.
My mom has never been one to come to my games, but something about this being the championship and knowing she’s not going to be here feels like a final nail in the coffin of our strained relationship. It’s always had issues, but she’s made her choices.
And so have I.
I hate that I have one more year of school left, aside from grad school, but I’m hoping to get a scholarship so I don’t haveto deal with worrying about being under anyone’s control. Including Colin. Despite what he says about doing whatever he can to help me, I don’t want it. I don’t want to rely on anyone other than myself.
“Who’s ready to kick some ass?” Lucy calls out right before we’re about to run out onto the field.
We all yell out, “Go Vipers!”
Then we’re headed out onto the field. We get in position, and I can’t help but look up into the stands where I catch sight of the entire men’s soccer team in the stands, standing and cheering.
“They’re trying to fuck,” Anja jokes.
I chuckle. “Yeah, I think they are, actually.”
“Good. I volunteer.” She waves up at the stands and I laugh harder.
My eyes find Colin easily, and he winks at me. I volunteer too, but only for that one. The cocky, asshole striker. That one is mine.
Chapter 41
Colin
There are few things that are hotter than watching my girl play soccer. Watching her ride my dick, watching her suck my dick, and watching how she comes. But seeing the way she dominates the field during a game, especially one as high stakes as this, has me rock hard and ready for her as soon as they secure this win.
Which I know they will because it’s been a bloodbath. Literally since one of the Vipers gave one of the girls on the opponents team a bloody nose from a rogue elbow. Which did cause a penalty, but it hasn’t hurt the Vipers chance at winning because the score is still three to one.
I hate not being out there, and I’m still mad at some of the guys sitting in the stands with me. Despite our shitty season, I still have a handful of teams up my ass about wanting to sign me. I guess I can’t be too mad. If it had jeopardized my chances of going pro, we would’ve had a problem.
Mayson is going to be working on getting into grad school, so wherever I choose to sign I want to have a school for her to go to. If she thinks we’re going to be apart, then I’m goingto do everything to set her straight. She’s mine, and now that she’s accepted it herself she’s not getting away.
The Vipers score another goal and we all cheer. The game only has five minutes left, and unless they completely fuck it up, they’re going to secure the win.
