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Rolling my eyes, I reluctantly agree because all I want to do is tackle her to the ground again, but this time, I’d make sure to pin her there and make her scream.
We get in position for kick off and I do my best not to cheat as we play one-on-one. Of course I can’t help it some of the time. I do end up with the first goal which has Mayson pouting in a way that has me wanting to push her down onto her knees and feed my cock inside that plush mouth of hers.
“Again,” she demands and I smirk at her determination.
Mayson’s playing is borderline violent, but little does she know I like it this way. It’s practically foreplay for us, kicking the ball back and forth, bodies getting close while we try to steal it from each other. It takes all my effort not to tackle her onto the turf again.
She manages to score on me, and does the cutest little victory dance. “Not so big and bad, are you?”
I scoff, “We’re tied.”
“I still scored on you.” She folds her arms across her chest, standing tall with her chin up.
“Next one that scores wins,” I state.
“If I win, I get to move back into my dorm.”
I laugh. “Your empty dorm? Last I checked you don’t have a roommate anymore.”
“Even better. I get the place to myself.”
“Not going to happen, but nice try.” I shake my head. “Plus last I checked, you’ve seemed to like the new living situation.”
She grimaces. “I wouldn’t gothatfar.”
“You at least like to be around me, admit it.”
She moves the ball between her feet. “Yeah, no, I’d rather we get back to the game.”
“Fine, but you’re not moving out.” We get back onto kick off position when I continue. “Oh, and you aren’t going out with that piece of shit back at the house, either.”
“I think I missed the memo of when you had any say in what I get to do.”
I crowd her, collaring her throat to hold her against me. “You’re right, you did. It was when I was buried deep inside you that first time and you were too busy screaming my name to notice anything else.”
She slaps my cheek, the bite of pain makes me laugh. I tighten my grip on her throat. “That was cute. Next time, try a little harder.”
I let go, and she sways where she stands, which I take full advantage of. She recovers quickly, and we fight for possession of the ball. Just when I think I’ll get a good shot, she manages to get the ball away from me. And I do the same to her, it actually turns out to be harder than some of the actual games I’ve played.
Finally, I’m racing toward the goal, kicking it in, and without a goalie, it soars in easily.
I turn back toward Mayson with a smile on my face. “I win.”
Chapter 28
Mayson
I’m fully prepared to get reamed by my mom once Colin and I get back to the house. Luckily, it looks like Garrett and Nancy are gone. I try to sneak upstairs, keeping close to Colin like his large body is going to hide me, but I swear my mom has some sort of sixth sense and calls out for me.
We get to the top of the stairs, and Colin pushes me in front of him, hiding me even more as my mom’s voice gets closer calling my name once again.
“Mayson, get down here.”
I freeze. Colin slides his hand onto my hip, then to my stomach, pulling me into him. “You can talk in the morning, it’s been a long day,” he speaks up.
“Colin, honey, no offense, but I need to talk to my daughter. Alone.”
I feel him tense behind me. I sigh before telling him, “It’s fine.”
