Page 30 of Ice-Cold Truth

“I do. I’m yours, Jack. Only yours.”

Her words send a surge of possessiveness through me, and I pick up the pace. I want to make her mine, to brand her with my cock and my cum. I want to leave her so sore that she’ll feel me for days and ruin her for any other man.

I reach around to grasp her hair, wrapping the ponytail around my hand and using it to pull her pussy and body closer to me. She lets out a moan, and I let out a cry as pain flares in my shoulder. She’s too far gone to realize my sound was one of pain, and I awkwardly shift her hair to my other hand, letting my injured shoulder take a break by resting my arm against her ass.

I’m not going to last much longer, and I need her to come first. I release her hair and slide my hand down to her clit, rubbing it in small circles. She cries out and clenches around me even tighter. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock while I fill you with my cum.”

She screams my name as she comes, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. I thrust into her a few more times before I follow her over the edge, cock pulsing as I empty my load into the condom while wishing I was riding her raw. I collapse on top of her, careful to keep my weight off my bad shoulder.

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath. I finally roll off her and remove the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the trash. Elyse and I lie tangled in the sheets, our bodies still buzzing from our lovemaking. Her head rests on my chest as I gently stroke her hair. In these quiet moments, I feel a sense of peace and contentment that’s too rare in my life.

“Jack?” Her soft voice breaks the silence.

“Hmm?” I murmur, planting a kiss on the top of her head.

She shifts to look up at me, her eyes filled with concern. “I’ve noticed you favoring your shoulder lately. Is everything okay? Is that injury from last season still bothering you?”

I tense, the mention of my injury stirring up unpleasant memories. Elyse must sense my discomfort as she reaches up to caress my cheek.

“You can talk to me, you know. I’m here for you.”

“I told you how it happened, but I didn’t tell you that Dr. Kleiner, the team doctor recommended surgery to repair the damage. Coach Matthews insisted I play through it. He said we were too close to the playoffs to have me sidelined. When the season ended, he decided it would take too long to rehab, putting me out of commission during a season that we’re defending a championship, so nothing was done except more painkillers andhome physical therapy exercises that are useless without having the surgery first.”

Anger flashes in Elyse’s eyes. “That’s unacceptable. He can’t just disregard your health like that.”

I shake my head wearily. “In his mind, winning is all that matters. He’s put immense pressure on me to keep performing, no matter the cost.”

She sits up, the sheets pooling around her waist. “Jack, this is serious. You need to take time off and get the proper treatment. Your career and maybe your future are at stake here.”

Her words strike a nerve. As much as I want to heed her advice, the thought of defying Coach Matthews fills me with dread. “I can’t,” I say, my voice sounding strained. “If I go against his wishes, he’ll make my life a living hell. You don’t know what he’s capable of, and what it could cost me.”

Her expression hardens. “Then we need to do something about him. That lawsuit against the team, the one I’m working on…maybe it’s our best chance to expose his unethical practices.”

The last thing I want is for Elyse to get tangled up in this mess.

“No, absolutely not,” I say firmly. “I won’t let you risk your career over this. Matthews is a vindictive bastard. If he finds out you’re involved, there’s no telling what he might do.” Rising from the bed, I begin pacing the room, agitated.

Elyse watches me with a pained expression. “Please let me help you. We can fight this together.”

I whirl to face her. “Don’t you understand? I can’t let anything happen to you. You mean too much to me.”

The words hang in the air, raw and vulnerable. Her eyes widen, glistening with unshed tears.

“Please let me help.”

Sinking onto the edge of the bed, I bury my face in my hands. “I can’t ask you to risk everything for me. Your life will be so much simpler without me in it.”

Elyse moves to kneel beside me, her hands gently prying mine away from my face.

“Jack Ford, don’t you dare push me away,” she says fiercely. “I’m not going anywhere until we figure this out together.”

Her determination both awes and terrifies me. Before I can respond, she presses on.

“Speaking of figuring things out, there’s something I need to tell you…” She takes a deep breath, clearly steeling herself. “I ran into your ex, Karina, at the grocery store yesterday.”

My blood runs cold. Karina. The mere mention of her name is enough to send shockwaves of dread through my body.

“What did she say to you?” I demand, gripping her shoulders perhaps a bit too tightly.

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