Page 15 of Play With Me
Unknown Number:
I have a game this weekend. You should come and wear my jersey.
I stare down at it, my cheeks flushing. Fuck, like I’d ever do that. Hell no.
I’m not going to answer. I refuse.
Me:
Who’s this?
Unknown Number:
You know who it is.
I slam my phone down on the counter and feel my cock perk up. Hell no. I’m not going to do this with him. I’m not going to play this game. Fuck no.
The shower turns off, and I trade places with Paulie, bringing my phone into the bathroom with me. It’s just so Paulie doesn’t snoop. Not that he’s ever done that before, but still. I don’t want him to see any text messages from Colton.
He’ll have questions I can’t answer.
I flick the water on and shuck my clothes, grabbing my hard dick as I stare down at my phone.
I won’t text him back. I won’t.
Instead, I just step into the shower and jerk off to thoughts of him—his mouth on mine, the way his hand felt wrapped around my cock—and I come ridiculously fast.
Then I get out and shamefully dry off, pulling some clothes on.
When I make my way downstairs, Paulie is gone, and I’m left to make myself lunch. It’s only when I leave for my afternoon class that I see it, a small package outside the front door.
I pick it up and glance around, not seeing anyone lingering nearby.
Stepping back into the apartment, I tear the box open and pull out a blue and green jersey, the school soccer team colors.
And on the back is the number twenty-four and his name, Cavanaugh.
Asshole, I think as I crumple it up and throw it onto the couch.
But then I grab it and tuck it under my bed. I don’t want anyone to see it, to know I have this.
This has become a very dirty little secret.
One that he wants me to flaunt.
Well, he’ll be sorely disappointed. I’m not wearing his fucking jersey.
Chapter Three
“My long-lost son! Where have you been?” my mom cries when I walk through the door of her small house in Mistgrove. It’s a cute little town in the Pacific Northwest that boasts a coffee festival each year and one of the oldest willow trees in the United States. It’s far enough away from New Falls that I can’t commute daily, but it is close enough that I can go home when I want to.
My sisters, Maya and Desiree, still live here with her. Even though she’s in her mid-twenties, Maya has decided that the best way to be able to afford a house in this economic climate is to live with Mom for a while and save. Meanwhile, my youngest sister, Desiree, is a senior in high school. My twin sister, Hailey, lives with some friends nearby and is attending a community college, which means she’s usually only home for the weekends.
“And Paulie!” my mom coos. “So good to see you. When I heard you were coming, I made you that flatbread pizza you like so much.”
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs as my mom pulls him in for a hug.
She always embraces him before she hugs me, which makes me roll my eyes. She adores my best friend, and I think she secretly hopes he’ll marry Hailey one day so he’ll be part of ourfamily. Actually, it’s not a secret at all. She came out and told him this one day.
