Page 86 of Forecasting the Forward

Old Becca would be embarrassed,or mortified, to be discussing sex and orgasms in public.

New Becca just wants — no,needs— to get off, consequences be damned.

I jog behind Jacob as he strides down a darkened hallway. At this point, I’m so turned on I wouldn’t say no to him doing me against the wall right now.

“I like where your mind is, Spitfire, but no one sees your body, or your orgasm, but me,” he says over his shoulder.

“Did I say that out loud?” I wonder.

“You did.”

“I’m not apologizing,” I respond, making him laugh. He tries two doors before he finds one unlocked, and unceremoniously drags me into what appears to be a large room with shelves of cleaning supplies. He shuts the door, and I hear the lock engage as I’m pushed against the wall.

“This is gonna be quick, darlin’. I don’t know how long we have until someone comes along, and Coach will have my ass if he realizes I’m not where I’m supposed to be.”

“You don’t have to do this,” I whisper. “I can wait.”

Jacob cups my face between his hands. “I told you I’d make you happy. And if you think I’m going to turn down a chance to get you on my tongue, you’re sorely mistaken.”

I’ve barely digested his words before Jacob is on his knees, my leggings and panties around my ankles, and his mouth covers my pussy. I let out a loud moan before covering my mouth with my hands. His tongue slides against my clit with a quick flick, flick, flick, and he pushes one finger into my channel, finding my G-spot and pressing against it. The combination, along with how turned on I was to begin with, brings me to the brink immediately. When he catches my clit between his teeth, I bow off the wall in an extremely intense orgasm. But he doesn’t stop. I come twice more before Jacob finally sits back.

“I can’t feel my legs,” I blurt out, looking down to find him dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. He gives me a devious smile as he pulls my clothes up.

“I’m not apologizing,” he parrots back at me, making me laugh this time.

“I should have thought about this. How am I supposed to walk? I don’t know if I can get in and out of a rideshare or not.”

“You won’t be. You’ll ride the bus with me,” Jacob says simply.

“Won’t that get you in trouble?” I ask.

“I doubt it. They may ask that you get on the bus before the team. Sooner or later, a reporter is going to connect the dots that you rode the bus in Cleveland, and I don’t want someone to make a big stink about it.”

“A teammate?”

“No, the media. People are dumb, and they focus on stupid shit. That’ll be the focus instead of a guy getting a DUI, or someone being under investigation for tax fraud. I don’t want to bring any unnecessary duress to you than absolutely needed.”

“I’m honestly surprised we haven’t been more of a focus in the news,” I comment. “I know my boss promised he wouldn’t allow any coverage on our marriage, but I expected everyone else to be salivating at the news.”

“No one really knows yet, darlin’. Our PR department has done a great job of redirecting everyone, and even the pictures someone took of us in Vegas never saw the light of day.” Jacob rises, leaning in to peck my lips quickly. Crowding me against the wall, I feel so treasured. Sheltered. Loved. “I promised to protect you, and I’ll do everything in my power to do so. Plus, I kinda like being in this little honeymoon bubble with you.”

“I love you,” I whisper, so overcome with emotion and adoration for this man that I can’t go another second without gushing about it.

“Never gonna get old hearing that from you,” he says quietly. “I love you. As much as I would love to stand here with you, I have to get back.”

“Go,” I say, laughing. “I think I need a minute more.”

He kisses me again, before opening the door to sprint toward the locker room. I take a long exhale, my body still vibrating from the orgasms, but I jump when my phone buzzes with an incoming call. It’s marked as a private number, and against my better judgment, I answer.

“This is the thanks I get for raising you?” My mother screams. “You have my only child arrested? I have never been so disgusted with you in my entire life!”

“You didn’t raise me,” I fire back. “You put up with me. At least now I know why. It wasn’t my fault your husband cheated, but you still treated me like trash.”

“That’s because you are trash! You’re no better than your actual mother. Trash that thought she’d made it big when she got pregnant with you. Honestly I wasn’t surprised when she dumped you on our doorstep and ran.”

“She ran?” I whisper, tears filling my eyes. I hoped my brother was lying. That maybe my birth mother was out there somewhere, even though I knew the truth in my gut. I’d already assumed I’d never find her, because she’d have reached out already if she wanted to be found.

“Of course she ran. Your father wouldn’t give her the money she wanted. He only gave her items you’d actually need. Once she realized you weren’t the cash cow she thought she had, she was gone.” The sheer gloating oozing out of my mother’s voice is making me nauseous. Until yesterday, I thought I’d just been a disappointment to her. I never could have imagined she actually despised me.

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