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“Nice hitting out there, rookie,” Payne shouted as he tossed his glove into his locker. “You’ve been on fire lately. What’s your secret?”
I couldn’t wipe the grin from my face. It felt good to have my teammates recognize how well I was playing. “Just finally seeing the ball better.”
“If you keep it up, Long’s going to have to fight you for his spot back,” Neal added.
The others laughed as they headed to the showers. Next to me, Stratton was pulling off his gear and barely engaging with anyone. It’dbeen that way since he’d gone to the lab for the paternity test five days ago.
Since we had an early game the next day before leaving town again, everyone was going home instead of hitting up the bar. Stratton and I had plans, and I wanted to help him relieve a little of the stress he’d been under.
After we both grabbed a shower and changed, he and I headed toward the parking lot.
He looked around, and when he saw no one was close, he asked. “You’re still coming over, right?”
I shrugged. “Yeah. Unless you’ve changed your mind?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
I followed him to his condo in my rental car and parked in a visitor’s space. He waited for me at the entrance to his building, and we walked to his unit together. Stepping through his door, he tossed his keys on the table in the entryway and went directly to his couch.
I dropped down beside him. “You know you can talk to me about what’s going on. Obviously, you’re stressed, which anyone in your situation would be.”
He laced his fingers on top of his head and stared at the ceiling. “I’m tired of waiting. Either way, I just need to know. If the baby’s mine, I’ll figure shit out. If it’s not, I can put this whole thing behind me.”
“Hopefully, you only have to wait a few more days for the results to come back. Maybe the road trip will be a good distraction in the meantime.”
He turned his head to look at me, and the corners of his mouth tugged up. “Speaking of distractions. I could use one right now.”
“Oh yeah? What kind of distraction are you talking about?” I asked, knowing damn well what he meant but wanting to hear him ask for it anyway.
“The kind that feels so fucking good I can’t possibly think of anything else.”
“I can do that.” I made quick work of his jeans as he tugged off his shirt. “In fact, I bet I can make you forget your ownname.”
“That’ll only happen if you stop talking.” He smirked.
I shot him a glare. “Be careful. If you keep that up, I might not let you come.”
He reclined against the cushions, pumping himself with lazy strokes. “As if you’d ever deny me.”
He was right; I wouldn’t do that. Not because I couldn’t, but because watching him lose control was the best part of the whole fucking experience.
“Lucky for you”—I moved between his legs and gave his entire shaft a long lick—“making you come is my favorite. Knowing you can’t hold back when you’re with me fucking turns me on.”
His head fell back, and he closed his eyes. “You talk a big game. Now show me that you can back it up.”
“Challenge accepted.” I took him into my mouth, focusing on only the tip for a few seconds. He palmed the back of my head, but I backed off before he could force me to take him further. “You’re not in control right now.”
“Singleton,” he growled. His tone made me think he’d resist, but soon his hand dropped and gripped the couch instead.
I rewarded him by relaxing my throat and taking him as deep as I could. His abs tensed, and I could tell it was taking everything in his power not to touch me as I bobbed up and down his cock.
The moment his legs started to shake, I slowed down and went back to kissing and licking the head.
“Don’t stop,” he begged. “I want to come.”
Sitting back, I wiped the saliva off my chin. “Go get the lube, then come back and bend over the couch.”
He arched a brow before getting up to go to his room. It hadn’t taken long to learn Stratton enjoyed being in charge, but sometimes he gave up control, and I took over. I wondered if he’d always been that way or if it was something he only did with me.
