Page 12 of Steeling Her
“Shit! Nick, I’m cumming, baby! Don’t stop!” she begs me as I’m about the erupt inside of her. Picking up my pace, I slam faster and deeper into her trying to reach my peak quicker so I can get the fuck out of here.
She loses control of her body as it begins to shudder on me. “Fuuuck,” I moan, throwing my head back looking heavenwards.
“Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Nick! Ooohhh!” she screams right after me and I slow down my pace to allow her pleasure to last longer.
She’s on her hands and knees with her head bent low, trying to get her breath back while I slip out of her and discard the condom in her trash can, pulling up my pants and adjusting myself. That was a good release but I regret coming over. I shouldn’t have come over. I have that same feeling I felt last night when I finished with her too. A feeling I’ve never had before. Fixing my pants, I walk back over to the window I came in from and feel her grab my arm.
“That’s it?” she asks me with a deep frown on her face. But I wear a puzzled expression. What more did she want?
“Yeah? I told you I came here for one thing, Maya. I got it, so I’m leaving.” I place a foot on the frame of the window readying to climb myself back down the side of the house.
“Nick! I want to talk!” she whines in my ear. I sigh and stand back inside her room.
“About . . . ?” I trail off, subliminally telling her I don’t have time for this. I want to go back and either find another girl or do it myself. I’m not sure what I’m feeling.
“About us, Nick. I think we need to talk . . .” She gives me her pleading eyes that used to work on me, but not anymore.
“Maya, we’re not going on a date. I’ve told you this. I don’t do dates . . .” She huffs and rolls her eyes at me. I rest my back against her wall and look hard at her. I’m preparing for the fight that’s about to erupt between us. This always happens when she bring this shit up.
“You’re so annoying, you know that? Is it so bad to want to be in a relationship with you, Nick? To be the only girl you can have? You’re the only guy I want! We had something good going in high school. Why can’t we go back to that? I miss that, baby.” She climbs closer to me but I step out of her way before she gets too close.
“Maya, we didn’t have anything in high school. You slept with half of the school. I don’t want a girlfriend, it’s too much drama. I need to stay focused on football. End of discussion.” I hoist myself back onto the window ledge and place a foot on a vine, allowing me to climb down the side. I hear her curse my name over and over out the window. As soon as I get down, I salute her and jog back to my truck.
Once I’m back in my truck, my mind automatically goes back to her—to Carter. I lean my head back against the headrest and yell loudly in my car. I know I look strange doing it, but she’s in my head constantly. What is it about her?
Feeling my phone buzzing in my pocket, it’s a group message from the coaching staff about the gala we all have to go to. This year will be a good one, the Steel family will be hosting it. Random, but cool. Maybe I could bring Carter because she’s a fan?
No!
No, Nick!
I’ll get to meet the most influential family in the NFL. I know the family is linked with this college. The gala is taking place in the convention center in two weeks. They’re probably expecting us to wear suits and ties. Who doesn’t love a guy in a suit and tie? Not only that, a college football player in a suit and tie. It’ll be my third year attending one. They usually have NFL legends who went to Ole Miss for college football hosting it.
This year will be good. Meeting current NFL players who went to this college also along with a coach. But not just any coach. Roger Steel, the New York Giants coach. The number one coach in the game. No wonder why his two sons are football players, two of the best out there too.
Sitting aimlessly in my truck, I tap the wheel with my fingers.After a few minutes, I start up my truck, leaving the college estate. Watching the traffic build up, I decide to head back to the house, half listening to the radio and half thinking of where I’m driving to. I decided to go the long way back to keep my mind preoccupied.
Arriving back to the house an hour after leaving Maya’s, I see some cars parked up outside. Knowing some of the team are over, I walk up the driveway and open the door with a push due to the stiffness of it. I walk straight into the living room to see numerous bodies playing Xbox.
“Dude! Watch my ba- Averman! Watch my fucking back will you?” I hear Reggie roar at Rob, one of the twins, as I come into view. They’re playing COD. It gets pretty intense when we all play with each other. Too intense for my liking, but there’s a betting ring on who will win when we play. Usually, controllers go flying forcefully towards the same wall. We made so many dents on the wall that we’ve mastered how to plaster a wall and coat it with paint.
“Yo! How was Maya?” TJ teases me. I run my hands down my face groaning aloud, feeling my nails scrape my skin as they move downwards. “That bad?” He chuckles, sipping on a bottled water. I nod, huffing out in frustration at what had happened between us. Although it was a good release, I regret going.
“So the game is next week. Haley said she’ll come to support us and Danielle said she would be coming too.” That means that Carter won’t come. I clear my throat, stopping myself from thinking about her. Dammit, why do I keep doing that? I nod my head and send him a tight lipped smile. He knows me well enough, I can’t hide it from him.
“Jackson! How was your night last night?” Ryan stops beside us, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. I know what he’s getting at. “You banged red dress?” I glare at him but don’t reply. I reach for a cool water bottle and sit up on the countertop in the kitchen area thats linked to the living room. I feel the cold marble seeping through my jeans and into my skin, cooling me down from the heat outside.
“I’ll take that as a no . . .” he trails off, stating the obvious and tapping his fingers mindlessly across the counter. He’s testing my patience right now. I can get any girl I want. I’m Nick fucking Jackson for god sake.
“Shut it, Ryan. Stay away from my sister and her friends. And her name is Carter,” I unknowingly defend her against him. I don’t know why I did that, I just felt the urge to stick up for her without it even registering in my mind. Feeling eyes on me, I look down at my phone to see some messages that I will ignore.
“I didn’t know it was a touchy subject.” He holds his hands up to surrender, but I know he’s just doing this to annoy me. He’s been this way since the first day I met him. “Well Carter is hot, and she’s not your sister, dude. You have no leeway with her.”
“I have plenty of leeway with her. Stay the fuck away from her,” I snap at him, but his smile becomes wider. I don’t care how I look to them, he will not touch her.
“You like her, don’t you?” I narrow my eyes at him and shake my head. His voice is beginning to annoy me.
“No, I don’t like her—I don’t like girls. I fuck them and move on.” I gulp a mouthful of water. I immediately regret saying that, but it’s left my mouth. I can’t take it back.
