Page 79 of Strike & Score
His lips are quirked up in a smirk, and I’m sure he’s overly pleased with how he handled everything back there.
He pulls into the garage, and we’re immediately surrounded in silence when he cuts the engine. His eyes swing over to me, the weight of his hand still on my thigh. Tensions feel at an all time high as we just sit here in deafening silence.
“What happens now?” I finally ask.
“Now? I think we can start with you going upstairs, getting naked, and waiting for me.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Well, that’s what I think happens now.”
“I’m pretty sure you just got us cut off, so I’m more focused on that than you wanting to get your dick wet.”
Colin chuckles, getting out of the car, and I don’t follow right away. He comes out to the passenger side door, opening it and waiting for me to step out.
“Come on, I’ll explain inside.” I sigh, swinging my legs out, and standing. “After getting my dick wet.”
I shove him. “No, you’re explaining first, thenmaybeI’ll fuck you.”
“Oh baby deer.” He pulls me against him tightly. “You’re not going to be fucking me, that’s my job.”
I push away from him and he laughs as we walk inside separately. As soon as I get to the couch, I drop down onto it, and wait to hear his explanation. I need to know if I’m going to need to start packing my bags and trying to get my dorm back. Blake isn’t there either and it wouldn’t be the same without her, but I’ll figure it out.
Living apart from Colin again would be an adjustment as well. One, I don’t particularly want because I think I’ve been officially Stockholmed.
He joins me on the couch, pulling my legs into his lap before explaining. I tell him about my conversation with my mom, and he tells me about the one with his dad. Especially the threat he made about revealing Walter’s affairs. It doesn’t surprise me, even if it should. I can’t help but laugh at the thought that my mom’s “perfect” life she thinks she has really is flawed beyond repair.
“After your tantrum you threw, you really think he’s not going to cut you off?” I question.
Colin shakes his head, pursing his lips, “Nah, he cares more about what your mom thinks than what we’re doing. They’ll get over it eventually.”
“Will they?” I make my doubt known.
“Probably not, but it won’t matter. I’ll go pro after graduation, and neither of us need them.”
I scoff. “You’re really confident about that for a guy on a team that’s on quite the losing streak.”
“The team may be, but I’m not. I already have shit lined up.”
I roll my eyes, my tone is sarcastic when I say, “Of course you do. Colin Masters always has everything all figured out.”
He moves my legs off his lap, and within a second is over me, his body covering mine, playfully pinning me down. “Yeah, I do. Anyone who knows me, knows that when I’m the striker, I’m going to score.”
“Oh my god,” I groan mixing with my laughter, wiggling underneath him. “You’re so ridiculous.”
“Good thing you love it.” He drops himself lower onto me, the pressure of his weight on top of me feels so good like it always does. His lips linger less than an inch over mine.
“Good thing I love you,” I whisper, hooking my finger in his chain, and pulling hip lips down to mine in a vicious kiss.
It’s brutal like it always is, his tongue invading my mouth, tasting every inch. He pulls back too soon, and I try to chase his lips with my own, but he remains hovered above me.
“Say it again.” He smirks.
I try pulling him back down by his chain again, but he doesn’t budge. I let out a frustrated growl that only makes him smile.
“Say it,” he demands again.
“You may be crazy, fucked up, and wrong for me in more than a million ways, but I love you, Colin.”
