Page 72 of Playmaker

“Oh come on!” Ethan laughs hysterically, doubling over after one too many drinks. “You can’t seriously believe he’s the best quarterback.”

My dad is grinning from ear to ear when he replies, “Give him a few years and you’ll be eating those words.” Then, after a few seconds he adds, “UnlessCameronhere gets drafted and shows him up.”

We’re sitting around the patio dining table with our stomachs full. My skin has a slight sunburn from earlier, and my hair is frizzy and damp from the pool. The first day of vacation didn’t disappoint, especially all the stolen moments with Cameron. If it wasn’t for my brother being so distracted by Maya, I’m certain he would have noticed something was up between us by now.

However, I’m thankful for the reprieve.

It’s allowing Cameron to sit beside me tonight at dinner, his hand on my knee while his thumb rubs slow circles on my inner thigh. He’s been constant about it since we sat down, until he hears my dad’s question.

The thumb on my thigh stills before he says, “It’s not a guarantee I’ll be drafted.”

My dad chuckles. “Please. Your stats are better than anyone else’s, Cameron. If anyone is going to be drafted, it’syou. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re a first round pick.”

I glance up to see a tight smile on Cameron’s face that seems forced. “Hopefully.”

Ethan leans over to whisper something in Maya’s ear, which makes her smile into her cup of soda, which is definitely mixed with liquor. My parents won’t let us drink since she and I are still underage, but the boys have been stealing our glasses when they go to refill theirs. I’m about to give Cameron an out by asking him to get me a refill when my dad suddenly claps his hands and says, “All right, who wants to help me start this bonfire? The logs I bought earlier are in the trunk of the car.”

“I’ll do it,” Cameron says, seeming desperate to get away from the previous conversation. “Care to help, Ethan?”

If looks could kill, the death glare my brother shoots him would get the job done. It’s a look that says,Don’t you see I’m making progress with her?“Can’t Maddie help you? She’s more than capable.”

Cameron shifts his attention to me, eyes gleaming like he was hoping Ethan would say that, and now I’m wondering if his desperation to get away is more to do with me than the conversation. “Shall we?”

“Sure.” I stand and follow him across the patio to where the steps lead down to the gravel. As we walk down the long driveway and away from the tiki torches, it’s pitch black and eerily quiet aside from the crunching of stone beneath our shoes.

Finally, when we’re far enough away, Cameron reaches over to interlock our fingers and tugs me off the beaten path that is mostcertainlynot toward the car.

“What are you—” He spins me around, and suddenly my back is pressed against the bark of a tree before his lips meet mine. It’s fast and sloppy and difficult to keep up with, but my hands rake through his hair in an effort to match his pace as his hand slips into the bottoms of my swimsuit.

“We have two minutes before they get suspicious,” he pants against my ear. I can’t see his face in the dark, but it almost makes it hotter. Secretive.

Wrong.

“Can you come for me in two minutes?” His voice is husky and laced with nothing but desire, and I can do nothing but nod when he circles my clit. “Fuck, I missed you. I’m fucking addicted to you, and today has been torture not being able to touch you the way I want.”

“Cam,”I whimper.

He shoves two fingers inside, not giving me any time to adjust before he’s pumping away and gathering the wetness that’s accumulated throughout the day. He groans as his fingers coax my walls, and he moves closer until his hardness is pressed against my stomach. “You’re so wet, baby. Does this turn you on? My fingers fucking you when we could be caught any second?”

“Yes,”I gasp.

He pumps them faster, the sound of my pussy filling the silence. I’m in heaven when he rubs his cock against me, and we’re practically dry humping against this tree to try to make this quick.

I’d like to think him taking me down here to do this was planned, but the fake smile he gave my father at dinner leads me to think this was a spur of the moment decision. He’s confessed that sex has always been an outlet for him. Adistraction.

If this is what he needs to take his mind off everything, I’ll be his outlet.

I meant it when I told him I’d hold his hand through this.

“Fuck.” He reaches between us to mess with the tie of his swim trunks, and then he’s fisting his cock in his hand. It’s only his gritty voice and labored breathing in the blanket of darkness covering us, and I can’t breathe when he drags his cock along my slit to gather the wetness, usingthatas lubricant to pump himself. “I can’t get enough of you. I want you all the fucking time.”

His fingers go deeper, curling against the spot that has me gasping. Before I can cry out, he shakes his head and adds, “Don’t youdaremake a sound, Maddie. Put a hand over your mouth.”

I do as I’m told, my moans muffled by my own palm, and Cameron chuckles darkly. “See? I knew you being a good girl would work out in my benefit. So fuckingbeautiful.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head when I feel the ghost of his lips brush against my neck. He flicks his tongue on my skin as his pace on himself quickens, and when he grunts into my ear, I’m a detonating mess against his fingers.

There’s no saving me from this torture of having to come without making a sound. We should be talking about the future and what this means between us when we leave in a few days, but after years of pent-up sexual frustration, no amount of pleasure he gives seems to be enough.

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