Page 73 of Chase
“Yes, sir,” I say firmly right before he turns his back to the boys who are huddled around the bench.
Never in my damn life have I been so fucking happy to be in trouble. I run in my skates down the rubber mats all the way to the locker room.
I start shedding the rest of my gear and grab my phone. I need her and I need her fucking now. I need to kiss a thousandI love yousinto her lips.
My hands are fucking shaking when I call. Texting is gonna take too long and I need to touch her to make sure she’s real, because I swear I’m dreaming. And if I am, keep me comatose forever because I don’t ever want to wake up in a world where my pretty songbird doesn’t love me back.
“Hello?” she answers on the first ring like the good girl she is. I put my phone on speaker and wish I could cut myself out of this goddamn uniform. I hear the crowd all around her and I fucking hate that all those other people are near her while I’m in here struggling with my skates.
“Let’s get out of here, Birdie,” I grit out and breathe around the deep burn in my chest. The withdrawal claws at my lungs and my craving for her is so intense I don’t think I’ll be able to fucking breathe again until I’m with her.
“Tell me where to meet you,” she says immediately. She sounds so fucking beautiful giving me her trust like that. Like she’s already reaching for my outstretched hand regardless of where we go next. It makes me feel so goddamn protective overher that I’m already thinking about how to get her home so we can shut out the world.
“Top of your section stairs,” I tell her and grab Jake’s keys in his cubby. I reach for his game sheet, flip it over, and scribble out a note with a sharpie. He can call me after the game and I’ll come back to pick them all up. But now, I need to borrow his goddamn car.
“Five minutes?” She sounds distressed that it’ll take that long and every cell in my body agrees. I hear her start to move and tell B that she’s leaving with me and then excuse herself down the rest of the row.
I throw my hat on my head stuff my own gamesheet into my hoodie pocket when the angel on my shoulder breaks her silence by backing up a mixer truck to my feet and pouring concrete into the holes of my fucked up sneakers, but here we are. She brings up a solid point and it has me stuck where I stand.Damn.
My perfect girl is gonna be smack dab in the middle of my shit. She’s not going to be able to turn without knocking into the different piles of crap that are all over the place. As much as my sister and Max cleaned up my room, the emotional mountains of my guilt, shame, depression, and anxiety are still standing tall.
They come with an avalanche warning and I rather bury myself alive than have my demons scare her away from me. I couldn’t fucking bear it. I’ll go to every single therapy appointment if I have to. I’ll try like hell to be better for her.
“I’m gonna run all the way there,” I tell her and push through the locker room doors and think about the quickest way to her.
“I’m already at the top of the stairs. Where should I head to, next?” She sounds just as eager for me as I am for her.
I take off down the hallway towards the player entrance and give her directions down to the elevator with my pin. The phonecuts out while she rides down into the underside of the arena and I step as close to the elevator doors as possible.
When they pull apart my chest cracks wide open. I love her so fucking much it feels like my hearts too big for my body.
I extend my hand and she takes it while stepping into me. The second our lips glide across one another, I’m fucking done for. I kissI love yousinto her smile and inhale the oxygen from her mouth into my deflated lungs.
Every touch sends jolts of energy through me that tingles my balls and turns my cock into a lightning rod. It also sets my original plan to get her home and into my bed up in smoke. I need her right now, I can’t fucking wait any longer.
I’m even more determined than I was this morning to get her alone. I pull her down the corridor, and feel desperate for a fucking unlocked door.
“Hurry up, ya rascal,” she says with a sweet little noise right when I successfully turn the doorknob of a storage closet that I threw cones and soccer balls into a few practices ago. It unlocks and I flip the light on.
“Rascal, huh?” I say with a smirk while she walks into the tiny room. I flip the lock, wrap my arms around her waist from behind, and turn her into me. I kiss down her cheek to her jaw and tease her lips.
“Oh you absolutely are! You’ve got me out here thinking about all sorts of things,” she says, with a load of sass that turns my dick to stone. “And in a public building no less.”
“What kind of things?” I kiss down her neck and she tilts her face while I suck on her warm skin. She sounds so fucking sweet and tastes like the love of my fucking life.
“Naughty things,” she says with another mouthful of sex and twang. My fingers trail up and down her spine underneath the two layers of clothing that openly claim her as mine. But now I need her in the most intimate way possible.
My hands travel down to her peachy ass and I squeeze each cheek over her pants. These are gonna have to fucking go.
“Wanna be bad with me?” I trace a heart into her flesh with the tip of my tongue into her throat.Mine.
“I’ll break all the rules for you, rascal.” I can’t fucking help myself and gently bite into her neck when she calls me that. I fucking love it.
“Fuck, I love you,” I say before kissing the mark I put on her skin.
“I love you, too.” Her breathy words make me fucking feral. All I wanna do is hear her say them again and again while I’m inside her.
“And now I’m gonna show you, Birdie.” And I do.
