Page 68 of The Hat Trick

“Relax,” he says against my mouth as he kisses me again. His lips slant over mine as he forces me to relax with his mouth, his tongue coaxing mine as I feel myself start to melt into the mattress again when his hips rock against me, pushing in little by little.

He reaches between us and starts to rub at my clit, and I gasp into his mouth as the feeling is almost too much. Then, he pushes even further in, and I scream against him, my nails digging into his back.

“Fuck,Chandler,” he groans, pulling back to see where we are connected.

“Please move, Brent,” I plead, needing something to take the sting away, though I don’t know if moving will help or make it worse, I just need it.

“I’m not going to last much longer with the way your ass is choking my cock,” he grits out, rocking his hips into me.

He increases the pressure, rubbing circles on my clit while he snaps his hips against me working me up once again, and I don’t think I can take it. I’m screaming out nonsense as he fucks me. We are grabbing at each other roughly, kissing fiercely and biting each other’s skin.

I explode around him one last time and I feel him lose his rhythm as he gets lost inside of me, coming together while stars flash behind my vision. Our sweat slick skin sticks together as his mouth finds mine once again. We fall into each other, and I don’t want to separate from him.

Eventually we do break apart, he slides out of me, and I wince at the feeling. He catches it, furrowing his brows. “Are you okay?”

I nod. “Yeah, I’m great.”

“Don’t move,” he says softly, and I can’t help but listen.

He goes into my bathroom, and I hear the water running in the bathtub. I watch as Brent returns in all his naked glory to take my hands in his, helping me stand from the bed. I wince against the movement, and he pulls me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me before placing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“You did so fucking good,” he praises, and I turn to jelly.

He leads me into the bathroom, then helps me into the tub that’s about halfway full of warm water. I worry for a second it’s going to be too hot on my sensitive areas, but it’s just right. He steps into the tub behind me. I lean back against him, melting into the warmth as his arms hold me.

I chuckle at him being way too tall to fit in here since he has to bend his knees so much.

“Thank you,” I whisper, running my hand along his veiny forearm.

He presses a light kiss to my temple, and I melt a little bit more. “I should be thanking you. You put your trust in me.”

“Don’t make me regret it.” I want to take back the words as soon as they are out of my mouth. I hate showing my one vulnerability of not being good enough. I’ve done that enough to Vince, and now to Brent.

He doesn’t say anything else; he doesn’t have to. We lay in the warm water, holding each other, both aware things are starting to change between us. I’ve felt it with Vince, but now I’m feeling it with him, and it’s scary. Neither of us try to move, even after the water has gone cold. Despite the chill starting to take over, I think I would be pretty content to stay just like this for a long time.

24

Ever since I got home after our last game, I’ve locked myself in my house, and avoided the outside world. At first it was from being tired, then my dad started calling and texting about the New Year’s party, and I couldn’t take it, so I turned my phone off.

All I’ve done is sleep, eat, and work out in my home gym. Now, it’s the morning of New Year’s Eve and I know I’m going to need to either stand up to my dad about not going to the fucking party. Or suck it up and go.

I haven’t talked to Chandler since those couple texts during our road game. I’ve wanted to, but seeing as she said the comment about me fighting makes me feel like an idiot about being so hung up on her. She’s into goody two shoes Dumont, and Collee. She doesn’t want to deal with me and my shit.

Which is just fine. I don’t need her to.

Except I haven’t been able to entertain the thought of being with someone else, despite trying. We went to the bar after our win, and there was a chick I would’ve had no issues fucking before. Total puck bunny, and it wouldn’t have taken any effort from me. I tried to be into her, but I couldn’t do it. When she suggested we leave, with her hand wrapped around my arm I couldn’t say yes.

This is new for me, not being with anyone since her. Turning down easy pussy. It’s fucking weird.

When I turn my phone on, I’m slightly hoping to see there’s a text from her, but there’s not. It’s mostly my dad, some numbers I don’t know, and a couple from my teammates. I open my text chain with her and start to type something out. I erase it just as quickly. She would’ve reached out if she wanted to talk to me.

I look at the details my dad sent me of the party tonight. It’s at his house, no surprise there. He said to invite teammates, of course, because it’s not good enough for him to have one player there if he can end up with several. I’m not inviting anyone.

The one thing that won’t leave my mind is wondering what Chandler is doing tonight, is she spending it with Dumont or Collee? Or both. I know I should leave it alone, but I can’t help it. I type out a text to Collee and send it before I think too much about it.

Matt: Are you seeing Chandler tonight?

Brent: Why do you want to know?

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