Page 67 of Game Changer
Her attempt at humor lightens the air in the room.A little.My morning wood is throbbing and it’s all I can do to stop myself from reaching for her and rolling her under me.
“Good,” I manage to say.“Me either.”
She chuckles.“We were asleep.It was just…”
Okay, I don’t know if it was me or her who shoved the pillows out of the way.I don’t know if she rolled into me, or I pulled her over.What I do know is, I wanted that, and somehow in my sleep it happened and it was probably my fault.
“Yeah.”I roll out of bed, keeping my back to her, because the stiffy in my boxers is enormous.“It just happened.I’m gonna jump in the shower.”
And whack one out.
It feels so damn good, leaning against the tiled wall, water streaming down on me, my hand gripping my cock and tugging rapidly until the pressure builds and builds, and my groan as I come is lost in the spray of water.
I stay like that in the cloud of steam for a moment, catching my breath, my thighs quivering.
When I played in Philly, one of the players was screwing around with another player’s wife for months.Everyone else knew about it but him.Until they day he found out.The two of them got in an actual fight during practice.They both ended up in trouble, and it affected the atmosphere in the room for months.We lost game after game, and I still think that was part of it.Things only got better when they traded Baxter away.
I don’t want to cause something like that in Chicago.Ican’tcause something like that.I don’t even have a contract signed yet, for Chrissake.There’s no way I can even think about touching Molly.
Okay, it’s not like anything actually happened.We were just snuggled up together.Two people wanting…connection.
Bullshit.But I’ll keep telling myself that.
“You’re sure he’s away?”
“Yeah.”She frowns.“That’s what Grace said.”
“I don’t want to come in there and run into him.”
We’re at Chucky’s place so Molly can pick up some things, including her car and apartment keys.We just flew in, and it’s late Tuesday.
“You can wait here if you want,” she says.“I’ll go up and get stuff.”
I’m tempted, but I should at least help her.If I run into Chucky, well, we’ll deal with it.“No, that’s okay.I’ll come up.”
We leave my vehicle in the loading zone out front and she uses her code to access the elevator then his condo.I’ve been here before, many times, but it’s weird walking into a teammate’s home with him not there.
Molly’s chin is set determinedly as she moves around gathering things up.She finds a big suitcase and fills it with clothes, toiletries from the bathroom, and a few framed pictures of her and her friends sitting on a shelf in the living room.She leaves the pictures of her and Chucky.Then she picks up a trophy and buries it among the clothes.
“What’s that?”I ask.
She rolls her eyes.“I was on the Top Team in high school.It’s a national trivia game show.In senior year, we won the championship.”
“I know what it is.I’m impressed.”
She stands in the middle of the living room and looks around.“I guess that’s it for now.I can get the rest of my things later.”
“What’s left in your apartment?”
“Nothing.”One corner of her mouth hitches.“I was trying to sublet it.I got rid of anything I didn’t take with me here.”
“You’re coming to my place, then.”
Her eyes expand.We haven’t discussed this.“I can’t do that.”
I sigh.“Molly.You begged me to take you there the night of the wedding.”
“I know, but…” She swallows.
