Page 84 of Scoring Zone
“The neat police are giving you a pass,” I say, but he winces. He had to go back to the police station for questioning again, and I should shut the hell up.
We’ve said sorry to each other so many times that I don’t say it again. I strip off the shirt he’s been wearing for three days and get him naked and under the warm water. After taking off my clothes, I join him in a full-body hug.
“Tinny.” His voice cracks as I hold him tighter.
“I’m not letting go,” I assure him.
“But—”
“Shhh.” I press my mouth to his. “Let me wash you, and then we’ll talk.”
Gray agrees and I wash every inch of his body with my mouth trailing along his newly clean parts. Water runs over his head, turning his hair into a dripping curtain.
“If you keep that up, you’ll make me a mess again,” he says as I kneel in front of him and tongue the head of his cock.
“Is that a challenge?” I ask and get a genuine grin that I haven’t seen in weeks.
“I know better than to challenge you.” He runs his fingers through my hair.
“I accept anyway.” I swallow him down, and his moan helps me relax.
He tastes incredible, and I devour him as if I’ll never get my mouth on him again. My fingers tease his balls and hole. When I press his rim, he shouts my name and comes down my throat.
Gray goes weak in the knees, and I support him. He tries to reciprocate, but the water is getting chilly, and I tug him onto the bathmat to dry him off.
He seems like he wants to protest, but I speak first. “I’ve wanted to lie next to you naked in bed the entire week. Get your sexy ass in bed and make my dreams come true.” I smack his ass and ignore the haunted expression on his face.
We have to talk, but if I know him, he’s going to want to leave me, and I have to convince him not to.
Once I’m wrapped around him, he speaks. “Tinny, this isn’t going away. My lawyer predicts they’re going to drag it out to bankrupt me into an admission of guilt.”
“But that won’t happen because you’re working, and even if you weren’t, I won’t allow it. I love you.” His pride won’t allow him to live with me rent free, but I’m not letting him go. We have to find a compromise.
“It’s affecting your game, your career. I can’t weigh you down.” He snuggles closer, clutching me, and his desperation scares me. “Dumas is a trust-fund baby and will do anything to save face. It wasn’t a coincidence I got served while you were away. My lawyer thinks they are trying to build a case against me and have hired private detectives.”
“That’s insane. Your lawyer is exaggerating.” This is not the plot of some crazy book.
“It’s worst-case scenario, but Dumas wants to be drafted and can’t afford the label of false accuser.”
“I’m not trying to argue, but teams have drafted guys with way worse pasts.” The league is improving its image, but this is less than a bar fight. “You promised not to leave me.” I’m afraid of where this conversation is going.
“What if I took a vacation and went to see my family? I won’t leave you, but maybe if Dumas assumes he ran me out of the city, he’ll back off.” He lifts his face, and I hate the pain in his bottomless eyes.
“I don’t want you to go,” I whisper. “It’s selfish, but I need you with me.”
“Two weeks. I’m paranoid and going crazy in this apartment. I’ll go see my family and bring you back maple cookies.” His forefinger smooths out my eyebrows.
“You have to answer my calls and texts. No avoiding me.”
“Tinny, I’ll talk to you so much you’ll be sick of hearing my voice.”
“Never,” I say and he falls asleep. I have to get off the bench and into the action of our life. I won’t sit back and watch the man I love destroyed by a child having a tantrum in the press. A plan forms and it gives me a sliver of hope.
Chapter 36
Grayson
“Are you icing it?” I ask Benz while I stare out the window of my parents’ house into the blanket of snow. I forgot how much more snow we get in Canada compared to New York City.
