Page 45 of Cross Check My Heart
“So, if I win, like I did last time, you’ll come back to my place again?”
“If you win, I will come back to your place and not let you go until you’re cumming on my face.” There’s no stopping me from stumbling at his words. Luckily, Dominik reacts fast and keeps me upright with an arm around my waist.
“And if you happen to win this time?” I ignore how breathless I sound. He squeezes my hip once before letting me go.
“If I happen to win, nothing changes. I’d want you inmybed and sitting on my face until you are unable to hold yourself up anymore.”
I can’t tell you if my body is on fire because of the sun and heat or because of Dominik and the words that he says.
“Deal.”
Over a month and a half has passed since Lilly and I agreed to keep seeing each other in secret. Even though my furniture arrived weeks ago, we spend most days at her place. There’s just something more comforting about hers. I had originally thought we would see each other once a week, maybetwice if lucky. Yet without ever talking about it, we fell into a routine.
Training had been kicking my ass during the first week, regardless, I knew I wanted to see her. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun with a pen tucked into it. The smile that spread across her face, the pure joy that sparkled in her eyes was enough to steal my breath.
Lilly manages to leave me breathless more often than not. She’ll turn to show me something, and the excitement she radiates is enough to have me smiling. One night, a few weeks ago, I had been sprawled across her couch and half paying attention to a show while she sat on the floor typing away. Out of nowhere, she squealed out a triumphant “Oh my god! That’s it!” before darting away to the other room. She came back with a poster board full of post-it notes and a notebook that was full of her half cursive writing.
When I had asked her what she was doing, she started talking animatedly about how she worked out the end of the bookandhow she’s added two more books to turn it into a series. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I wanted nothing more than to hear her talk all night long. Even if I couldn’t fully follow along and understand everything.
After that night, neither of us thought twice about showing up at the other’s door. Hell, after the third week of seeing her, it dawned on me that I was even sleeping better. Lilly was becoming a part of my daily routines, something I had never thought possible before. I had occasionally gone out with Garrett and Sarah but making time for dating was exhausting. When I went out with the team and met a woman to go home with, we would have a fun night, then went separate ways.
But with Lilly, it was effortless. Some nights we would plan secret stay-in date nights, which mostly consisted of us making dinner together before watching a movie while we ate dessert.Although, most times the movie turned into background noise while we fooled around. There wasn’t a room or surface in either of our places that we haven’t had sex on. Even after some of my long days, when I left the arena convinced I wouldn’t be able to move, she proved me wrong. All she has to do is look at me, and I’m ready to go.
As much as I love our planned secret date nights and impromptu chill nights, the need to change it up and get out of the condo takes over my thoughts.
Knocking on her door, I fidget with the papers in my hand, crossing my fingers that she’ll agree to what I have planned this weekend.
The team has been killing our pre-season games, we’ve won six of our seven exhibition games, and with how practice has been going this week, I’m confident we’ll win the final one next week. We all know better than to let the winning streak go to our heads, which is why we continue pushing hard at practice. Yet when I saw we had a four-day weekend before our first official game of the season, I knew I wanted to do something with Lilly.
So while Lilly worked, I sat behind her, searching for places to go. I’ve never planned a weekend away with a woman before. At first, I wasn’t sure about what to look for. Then I came across an ad for somewhere familiar and booked without hesitation. I did feel a little bad telling Dean that I wouldn’t be able to hangout this weekend.
But now, standing in front of her door, waiting for her to answer, I’m nervous that she’ll say no. Maybe she’ll think that it’s way too soon for a weekend away and start shutting me out.
I’ve almost convinced myself to put the tickets back in my condo and forget about the plans when Lilly opens her door.
“Hey RomDom!” Her nose scrunches. “Ew, nope. That’s not the nickname for you either.”
She doesn’t even give me a second to respond, grabbing my free hand as she pulls me into her condo. I laugh as I follow behind her. Admiring the way her tiny bike shorts hug her ass and how her cropped sweater keeps giving me peaks of her midriff. You would think that since there are plenty of women who show up at games and after parties wearing a lot less clothes, that I wouldn’t be so affected by a little bit of exposed skin.
Nope. Just the smallest bit of skin revealed from Lilly and I’m drooling like a teenage boy.
“Give me one minute to finish this phone call with my mom.” I nod, following behind her like a damn puppy. Lilly walks back to the kitchen island, where her phone is set on the counter with her mom on speaker.
Her mom rambles on, not even noticing the fact that her daughter walked away from the conversation. When Lilly told me about her dinner with her dad and how she learned that her mom was intentionally not letting him be in contact with his kids, I was mystified. I understand that her mother was probably hurt, she was going through a separation and was trying to cope. But the fact that her mother let her pain skew how her children saw their father, keeping them from him, is mind-blowing.
It’s not my place to say anything about the situation though, so I simply held her as she unloaded her thoughts. My mom once told me that sometimes, people just need a safe place to say whatever is on their mind and not be judged. Sometimes we just need someone who will listen, and even if they don’t understand the situation, they still support them. That’s what I did for Lilly, what I keep doing for her because it makes me happy that she trusts me enough to confide in.
Of course, that means that listening to her mom talk now, I can’t help but have a bit of a biased view of her. That woman hurt not only Lilly and her brothers, but also my coach.
Lilly moves toward her phone, unmuting the microphone and answering a question that I didn’t hear. Setting my phone and the tickets face down on her countertop, I turn to see what she’s making so that I can jump in and give her a hand. She’s chopping some potatoes as she motions toward the bottle of wine on the counter.
“Cam mentioned that you’re ignoring him.” I stiffen at the comment as I pull out the corkscrew. Lilly stopped mid chop, gaping at the phone as her mom prattles on. “You know, the least you can do is be polite and respond to him. Even after everything you’ve been putting him through, he’s here waiting to take you back. But seeing as how you’re not finished with this promiscuous adventure you felt the need to take, the least you could do is answer his texts.”
Setting the corkscrew down, I walk around the kitchen island toward Lilly. Gently taking the knife from her hand before setting it down as I put an arm around her waist. Her mom continues talking, each word making my blood boil.
“Cam has been nothing but supportive. He somehow still loves you, even after you chose to go do who knows what in Florida. You don’t even call me anymore! I should have known you going down there was a mistake. It’s like once you moved down there, you forgot who your family is. Apparently, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree.”
“Excuse me?” Lilly asks as she blinks in disbelief. I pull her closer to me, the expression on her face makes me want to end the call before her mom can say anything more. She shakes her head slowly, but I can’t tell if it’s because she can see what I want to do or if she’s answering her own unspoken question. Her mom scoffs on the other end of the phone.
