Page 37 of Very Unlikely
It wasn’t me.
14
Lennox
“Breathe it out, Jamison. He ain’t worth the paper his contract is written on.”
Holden glares at Cody Larson, a professional baller playing in the Summer League, hoping it will prove he’s ready to play in the majors again after an injury saw him miss most of last season.
Although he’s a decent player, he is a sore fucking loser. After striking him out multiple times, instead of getting shady about my undeniable skills, he shifted his focus to my ‘supposed’ golden ticket into the league.
He thinks I’m only here because of my father, and he’s been ribbing me about it nonstop the past three hours.
I’m so fucking worked up, I haven’t had the chance to devise a plan on how the hell I can explain to Summer why I stole her panties. I could be honest, but since that would most likely lead my dick to seek a round two, I’m reasonably sure that isn’t the right path to take. My father isn’t hanging around for no reason. He’s up to something, and if my intuition is anything to go by, it has more to do with my personal life than my ball career.
I had the same niggling feeling the night I snuck out via the pool house instead of the trellis attached to the side of my father’s mega-mansion. His reasons for grounding me were shit, so I had no intention of skipping the end-of-year party the seniors had organized the prior three months to adhere to them.
During my dash through the usually untouched area of his house, I learned the moves he put on my female classmates weren’t just his ‘natural flirtatious side’ as my once long-term on-and-off-again girlfriend Eliza tried to make out. He was hooking up with my girlfriends, both past and present, his glory days not relived unless he’s inches deep inside someone once associated with me.
The only person he hasn’t gotten close to is Summer.
And if I have it my way, they’ll never meet, much less be in the same room as each other.
As I stand to stretch my back, the memory of the event that occurred in the wee hours of this morning smack into me. It has me hard in an instant and eager to head for the showers with the hope my teammates will have used all the hot water.
Memories of the fifty minutes I spent with my head burrowed between Summer’s thighs have been popping into my head all afternoon. They’re so vivid I don’t understand how I forgot them for a second, much less almost thirty. I did drink excessively—even more so after my father’s confession he’s planning to hang around Ravenshoe longer than opening weekend—but I remember lending my jacket to Neish before leaving her at the mercy of my father, so why didn’t I immediately recall the event that followed it?
As a handful of my teammates hit the showers, the truth smacks into me like a wayward missile. With my father hammering me for details about Summer, my mood was the lowest it’s ever been, so I didn’t remove my wallet before loaning my jacket to Neish. I left with a flask of whiskey and a massive hankering to get home to Summer before she crawled out of bed to begin her day.
During my sprint back to the hotel, I downed two-fifths of whiskey. So I wasn’t drunk when I sampled my best friend’s pussy as my mouth has been dying to do since the night we met. The whiskey only made its way into my systemafterthe scrumptious feast.
With my focus fixated on deflating the fatness my memories caused to my cock before any of the men surrounding me in skimpy towels get the wrong idea, I don’t realize Cody has exited the locker room from the opposite side until Holden’s scowling face blocks the view I’d give anything to skip at the end of every training session.
“What’s the go?” When I glare at him like he’s lost the plot, he scoffs off my glare like it has no heat to it. “You had it over that punk-ass all afternoon, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t playing like shit. My grandma could have hit your fastballs, and the last time she wielded a bat was when she thought Desiree’s moans were cries for help.”
It’s the worst time for me to laugh, but I can’t help it. I’ve met Holden’s grandma. I can totally imagine her chasing his naked ass out of her home. Rumors on the street are that she’s done it to Holden’s older siblings more than once before.
“And don’t give me the same crap excuse you gave Coach when youfinallygot your father off his ass. Desiree said you organized for you and Summer to move into a two-room suite. Men only do that when they fuck up, so what the fuck did you do, Jamison?”
Hoping to steer him away from the accuracy in his assumption, I ask, “What do you mean a two-room suite? I didn’t organize a two-room suite.” Ireallyenjoy sharing a bed with Summer. Way too much for a man who’s meant to be her friend. “I requested a new room so Summer won’t have unexpected visitors rock up when I’m not there. It was meant to be a standard king. I even told them they can have the extra bed.” By visitors, I mean my father, but with Holden’s screwed-up face announcing I should be looking in another direction, I ask, “What else have you heard today?”
Girls talk, but Summer grew up surrounded by mechanics. She doesn’t understand how to gossip, much less instigate it.
“It isn’t what I heard today.”
I sigh in relief.
It’s a short-lived exhale.
“It’s what Iheardthis morning.”
I grab Holden by the scruff of his shirt. He’s head over fucking ass in love with Desiree, and they’re more solid than a slab of concrete even while plotting to make the other insanely jealous, but just the thought of him hearing Summer’s moans fills me with so much anger, it’s taking everything I have not to smash his teeth in with my fists.
Furthermore, if Summer ever found out he heard her climax, she’d be devastated. She isn’t a boastful girl. Knowinganyoneheard her would have her clamming up even more than she did when I suggested she touch herself in front of me.
It took a lot for her to do what she did last night. I doubt she would have if I hadn’t confessed to using her face as inspiration when I relieve ‘tension.’
I suck in some big breaths to cool my raging body temperature when Holden gives a reason for his early morning visit. “Desiree was worried we hadn’t heard from Summer after she called asking if we knew where you were. Summer said she’d let us know the instant you returned. When that didn’t happen before the sun rose, we tried calling Summer. When she didn’t answer, we went to check on her.” His teeth gleam in the lighting above our heads when he murmurs, “When the noises leaving your room made it obvious you had finally made your wayhome…” he overemphasizes ‘home’ so I can’t mistake who he thinks I should be with, “… we dangled a Do Not Disturb sign on your door and left.”
