Page 17 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“Sure. You can sit with Grif for the rest of the game.” Mercy took a long gulp from her water bottle.
“Where, on his lap?” Because that row was full of giggly teenagers and drunk ladies.
“I don’t think he’ll mind.” Mercy grinned. “Remember, there should be groveling.”
“Lots of groveling,” Rusty called as she grabbed a handful of hydrogels from the bowl on the snack table.
“Sure.” With a wave, I left the locker room, leaning heavily on my crutch, feeling my fall from earlier today. I didn’t need groveling. I needed answers.
But I wasn’t sure I’d get them yet.
“Hi.” I used my arena credentials to get into Grif’s section. Standing at the end of the row, I gave him a wave. The teenagers weren’t in their seats. I reached out my hand. “Come with me.”
I led him back into the underbelly of the stadium, flashing my credentials and waving at security. We went into the small room I often studied in while the team was in their pre-game meetings and locked the door. No one would bother us here. It served as a green room or VIP area when they had events or concerts and had a couch, some chairs, a small table in the corner, and a small bar area.
Slipping into his arms, I inhaled his rainy scent, which still held the same sweeter notes it had this morning. Like his cum had tasted last night.
“I’m so sorry. I… I don’t even remember what happened. You know I never meant to hurt you, right?” he murmured in my ear, red beard tickling me softly.
“I know. But I need to understand.” It was nice leaning into his arms. Today emotionally exhausted me.
“I know. While I can’t give you all the answers tonight, I want you to know how much I love you. You know, my family saw me give you my jersey last night and now want to meet. Especially Sissy,” he told me.
“I’d love to meet Sissy. Also, I’m pretty sure that Grace is planning our wedding. But her wedding was lovely. Do you want a wedding or some sort of fancy mating party?” I asked. Not everyone did anything. Sometimes, it was a house party or lunch at a restaurant.
Or nothing at all.
Despite everything today, I still wanted to mate and marry him. Probably in a beautiful garden, with a stunning gold designer dress, fun music, and lots of tasty food.
“Marry you? Absolutely. I promise I’ll explain everything when you get back.” He kissed me, and I wondered if we had time for other things.
“Okay. I did trigger something, didn’t I?” My breath caught in my chest.
He caught my face in his hands. “You did. But it’s not your fault, Kitten.”
“It still hurt me.” I squeezed my eyes shut, recalling the panic I’d felt. Not to mention being bruised from the fall.
“I’m so fucking sorry.” His voice shook. “I have baggage. We’ll work through it together. Promise.”
“Okay. Did everything go well with the doctor?” I added, shutting down other questions I wanted to ask.
He sighed. “I hope so. They did a shit-ton of tests.”
I squeezed his hand, not missing the hints of anguish in his voice. Was he faced with the prospect of going off blockers? Or maybe having health problems that long-term usage could cause?
“We’re not breaking up, are we? No third-act breakups, remember?” I bit my lower lip anxiously.
“Never. It’s just a minor setback. Everyone has them. We’ll talk it out when you get back. Would you like me to show you how much I love you? This is so much more comfortable than the room we were in last night. I didn’t even know it was here.” His lips met mine as he walked me back toward the couch. Every step backward made my core liquify.
“Please. When I found my plants destroyed, all I wanted was you. Even when Dean and Jonas took me home and made me the filling in a hot hockey sandwich, I wanted you.” We fell onto the couch, my crutch on the floor beside us.
“Fuck.” He bundled me to him, so we were on our sides, me between him and the back of the couch. His eyes met mine. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry my job made you a target.”
My legs wrapped around his, like entwining myself in his body could soothe the raw edges of my soul. “It… it comes with the territory. You date someone famous and it happens.”
“Please tell me they caught them?” His hands caressed the length of me, making it ache for him as if everything could be fixed by him burying his cock inside me.
“Sadly, no. No prints. They were wearing a hoodie and a mask. The footprints were on the smaller side, so it could be a woman, but who knows? Campus police want to brush it off as a harmless prank. Even though the destruction is hardlyharmless.” My voice grew bitter.
