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Xander grunts from above me, and the sound is animalistic. He mutters words I don’t have the mental capacity to understand right now. Every time he hits the back of my throat, I gag and almost bite down on him. He hisses in pain but doesn’t stop moving. In fact, he starts moving faster, to the point where I can’t keep up, so I just force myself to keep my mouth open.
My hands squeeze the backs of his legs tighter, refusing to let go. That is the only thing still keeping me in a sort of upright position. When my jaw starts shaking from the effort to keep mymouth open, I worry that I may end this for him, and not in the way he’s hoping.
“Fuck yes,” he growls and gives it another forceful push. “Take it all… all of it!”
His body tenses above mine. I can feel every muscle in his body freezing, and I brace myself for what’s to come. Even though I think I’m ready, I am still surprised when I feel the first spurt of his cum hitting the back of my throat.
I want to pull back when Xander’s hand drops to my cheek. It is surprisingly gentle.
“Swallow it for me?”
It is the smile at the end that does it. On reflex, my throat contracts and it all goes down with ease. Xander’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and his hand falls from my cheek.
“Jesus, that feels so good.”
At least I think that’s what he says. My head is a bit of a jumbled mess. I want to make him feel good while I also feel unsettled, like I am missing out on something. The heat and wetness from in between my legs remind me that I did all this just for him.
I wince in distress when I remember why I started all this to begin with. I just wanted to distract Xander from asking more questions about my mom or brother. I need to tell him that Brandon is my brother. I don’t even know what’s holding me back. Most likely the hate I hear in Xander’s voice every time he says his name.
He now pulls out of my mouth, and I sit back on my legs, letting out a sigh of relief. Despite the fact that I made him feel good, I feel guilty. Hopefully, he won’t bring anything up, and we can both move on.
I am surprised when he drops to his knees in front of me. He slides both hands under my hair and starts massaging the back if my neck. It feels so good, and it distracts me from my dailyworries. When he leans his head forward, I do the same, moving until out foreheads touch.
With a start, I remember what he said to me earlier.
“I care about you, too, Xander,” I whisper, my voice sounding scared and shaky. “A lot.”
In fact, I think I’m falling in love with him, and I am scared to death because of it. We are not meant to be together. This could end so bad.
“Yeah?” he now smiles at me. He likes what he hears.
“Most definitely.”
His thumbs are moving under my hair until they reach my jawline. He starts running the tips up and down my cheeks, and I lean more into him.
“That’s good, baby.”
I lick at my dry lips, waiting for the other shoe to drop, because I can tell he wants to say more.
“You are perfect,” he whispers. “Don’t try and fuck me over.”
Chapter 22
Xander
“We’ll be in New York next week. I can’t fucking wait!”
Noah is bouncing up and down in the locker room. We’re all just staring at him, wondering if he is on drugs. There’s just too much excitement in his body over traveling with the team. Something that we do all the time.
He notices us looking at him funny and stops, a sheepish smile on his face.
“I love New York.”
They all start teasing him, but I just don’t care. I have so many other things on my mind, I can’t bring myself to be interested in small banter.
My father has been blowing up my phone. Our contract is not officially terminated despite the fact that I told him he was fired. He is threatening to sue me for termination fees, which, if he does go through with it all, it could wipe me out. I already contacted an attorney who basically told me to either get used to being broke for a while or just wait it out for the contract to be up. That’s another two years. I don’t know if I can handle it.
I wish I could talk to our team’s legal department, but since the meeting I had with them in Coach Harris’ office, things are strained. I doubt they’d help me get out of the contract. If anything, they’d sabotage it.
