Page 81 of Fair Catch
He took his time that night, even more so than usual, working his way down my body to kiss and lick between my thighs until I was writhing and twisting my fists in the sheets. I was on the brink of release when I pulled him back up, when I tasted my salt on his tongue before rolling over onto my stomach.
One look over my shoulder told him what I wanted.
Zeke kneeled behind me long enough to line himself up at my entrance, and then he lowered down, enveloping me with every inch of his body as he gently flexed and pressed inside me. I arched my back against his abdomen, propping up on my elbows so that he could palm my breasts and hold onto them as he withdrew and pumped in again.
He was so deep in this position, every inch of him curling up to tease that delicious spot inside me that triggered my climax. He had just found his rhythm, had just kissed the shell of my ear with a pleasurable moan rumbling through his body when I caught fire.
I quaked beneath him, my orgasm intensifying when his hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed gently, his hips continuing their torturous, steady pulses. And when I was coming down, I caught his fingers in my mouth, sucking and moaning as he rode me from behind.
It was his undoing.
He flew back, kneeling over me as he stroked himself to completion. I watched over my shoulder at how he painted my back, my ass, my thighs, at how his face twisted with the potent pleasure rocking his body.
It was the most fervent power trip, to watch him come undone, to know I was the reason, that I was what he wanted.
When the last of his release trembled out of him, Zeke carefully helped me out of bed, grabbing me by the hand and leading me into the shower. He was quiet as he used a washcloth to clean me, and then he wrapped me in his arms, kissing me long and sweet as the steam rose around us.
There was still so much to figure out, so much to discuss. This wasn’t even close to the biggest hurdle we would have to overcome together. But in that moment, nothing else mattered other than one irreverent truth.
We wanted to be together.
And in the deepest part of my soul, I truly felt that was enough, that we could make it, that we’d find a way to make it work with the team and with Gavin and with anything else that came our way.
In my mind, nothing could stop us now.
And I rode that high until reality came crashing in to show me just how wrong I was.
Riley
Should I be worried?
I held the text from Gavin up to show Zeke the following Monday, sharing a smile with him before I texted back that everything was fine. Gavin sent back a GIF of a suspicious Homer Simpson, which Zeke laughed at before I tucked my phone away.
We had a plan.
It wasn’t the most foolproof plan, and there would undoubtedly be roadblocks along the way that we couldn’t see now. But we had talked through what was most important, who would need to be talked to, and in what order.
First, we’d break the news to Gavin.
We invited him over for dinner tonight, and I didn’t blame him for being suspicious at the fact that the invitation came from both of us. The most he’d seen us get along was when we went to the museum together, and he most certainly still thought that was my idea and that Zeke had only come along to hang out with him.
My stomach turned just thinking of what his reaction might be, but Zeke promised it would all work out — even if he was upset at first. In the end, we were siblings, twins, and we would make it through.
Once Gavin knew, we’d work on the team — starting with Coach Sanders.
We still hadn’t hashed out the exact details on how that conversation would go. I suggested we lead with asking to have different roommates, to show that even though we were in a relationship, the team still came first, and we wanted to respect the rules as much as we could.
Zeke hated the idea — unsurprisingly — and thought we should stay roommates to spare the other guys on the team from having to be around us when we wanted to hang out outside of practice.
We thought Gavin could be the tie breaker, and would likely have even more suggestions on how to break the news to Coach and the team.
“I’m going to catch an Uber to the grocery store,” I said, slinging my duffel bag over one shoulder. “I don’t think the campus market will have everything we need.”
