Page 8 of The Try Line

“Always have. Always will.”

Loud pounding wakes me from a deep sleep. Light filters in through the curtains, but it’s dim enough to suggest that it’s still early.

"What the fuck?" I groan, turning my head to look at the alarm clock. It's not even seven in the morning on a Saturday. We have a match today, but not until this afternoon.

Jason snorts out a laugh when I yell, "Go away!" and bury my head under the pillow. He tries to get up, but I pull him back down.

"No. Stay. They'll go away, eventually. We are sleeping until ten, and then you're going to fuck me in the shower before we play Siler City."

"Aren't you sore?" he says, chuckling, but gives into my demands to lie back down.

"Why don't you kiss my ass again and find out?" I snark.

"You think I won't?"

"I have zero doubts you would," I say, eyes still closed. I keep them closed, even when I feel Jason move down my naked body. His lips brush my hip, and his fingers brush lightly over my morning wood.

"How about I tongue fuck your ass until you come? Would that get you out of bed early enough to go out for breakfast?"

I crack one eye open and look down at his smirking face.

"You're a kinky motherfucker, aren't you?"

"Oh, baby. You have no idea."

Honestly, he could be into some real weird, freaky shit that I've never even heard of, and I'd probably be into it. Even if it's gross, I'd do it. It's better to just come to terms with it now, early in our relationship.

Just as his warm mouth closes around my cock, the pounding at the front door becomes so loud Jason can't hear my moans of pleasure. He must not, because he stops. Despite my protests, he releases my throbbing cock with a pop and stands up.

"Just let me get that. Maybe something's wrong."

"The building could be on fire, and I'd still want to come before I get out of this bed. There's no way I'm walking around with this thing," I say flatly, gesturing to the massive erection I'm now sporting.

"Noted." Jason pulls on a pair of sweats and winks at me. "I'll just be a minute."

Groaning, I flop back against the pillows and contemplate the tongue-fucking thing. Now that he's brought it up, I'm curious. Does that actually feel good? I kind of want to try it now. What does ass even taste like? Not gonna lie, I'd probably stick my tongue right up Jason's sweaty ass after a rugby match, right after burying my nose in his armpit. I fucking love the way he smells after a game. Just thinking about his musky sweat has me planning how to get him alone before the sweat dries on his skin…

"Mik!"

What the fuck is she doing here?!

I barely have time to cover up my naked, hard cock before Janel storms into the room. She looks fucked up, like she's been out all night binge drinking. She's paler than usual. Her face looks pinched and gaunt like she's lost weight in the past couple of weeks since I've seen her last. There are dark circles beneath her eyes, and her red hair is piled on top of her head in a tangled bun.Damn.Now I feeleven more guilty for not answering or returning her calls and texts, but I was afraid she was going to try denying the breakup again.

"Shit, Janel. Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay!" she shrieks. "You've been ignoring me for two fucking weeks!"

"Hey, hey. I'm sorry, okay?" I say gently, holding my hands up in front of me like I'm trying to calm a wild animal. "What do you need?"

Clearly something's wrong, and she needs help. I can still be there for her without beingwithher. After two years together, I owe her that much respect, at least.

I sit up, trying to keep the sheet around my waist. It's nothing she hasn't seen before, but now isn't the time. Janel blinks at me like it's just now dawning on her that I'm naked. In bed. Not even my bed—Her brother’s bed. She doesn't say anything, but the expression on her face gives me the impression that she's putting it together. She looks confused and sad. Her eyes fill up with tears, and I know I have to say something.

"This isn't how I wanted you to find out–"

"I'm pregnant."

CHAPTER 1

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