Page 102 of By His Play

I still feel the same way I did when I slammed the front door hours ago.

Confused and horny.

She blew me away last night to the point that a part of me thinks I may have dreamed it.

That’s why I did what I did this morning.

I couldn’t help myself. I woke up with her hot little body pinned against mine. For a second, I thought she was still, but then her hips moved and I discovered that my hard cock was between her thighs and she was grinding down on it. Not only that, but she was soaked.

It seemed that it didn’t matter how many times I made her come the night before; my dirty girl was still desperate for me.

I was too.

It was a risk. I knew that when I slipped inside her.

Hell, everything we’d done the night before was a massive fucking risk, but if we’d already fucked everything up, what was one more time?

I can’t lie, sliding back inside her was pure bliss.

I felt like I belonged in a way I’ve never experienced before.

Hearing her moan, feeling her body shudder…

I’m never going to forget last night or this morning.

It doesn’t matter how much she regrets it. I’m pretty sure it’ll forever be the best night of my life.

Do I want more? Of course I fucking do.

But I’m not stupid. I can’t offer her the life or the kind of relationship she wants.

Even at my best, I’d be a part-time boyfriend.

Things could be great during the off-season, but then the season would kick off and she’d no longer be my priority, and that would fucking kill me.

But football is my life. I made that decision a long time ago.

I was happy to forfeit anything for it.

I still am.

It’s the reason I was put on this Earth.

I have to be honest, though...this is the first time ever that I’ve questioned my decision.

If things were different and I had a normal job, would things between me and Effie be different?

Could I be that man for her?

As I approach the house, I figure that it doesn’t really matter.

They’re bullshit questions.

That isn’t my life.

My life is football and fucking random women, because having anything serious is terrifying.

It’s just the way it is.

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