Page 55 of Scoreless Nights

“Cruz,” she moaned, making me grab my own cock through my shorts and press against my hand. I was a dirty fucking mess from practice, and already knew I would be fucking my own hand in the shower, but if she kept up those moans, I would probably come in my shorts before I even left the balcony.

“Go ahead and come,” I told her. “I’ll do it again later, then again after that. We don’t have to stop until you have to leave.”

I pushed two fingers inside of her, momentarily forgetting that she had never had anything, or anyone inside of her before. I was too rough, and I started to pull back out as I cussed myself under my breath.

“Keep them there,” she moaned. “It feels so good.”

I did as she asked, but kept my movements slower and less aggressive than I originally planned. My tongue laid flat against her clit and she started to shake. Her groan was loud but not so loud that I couldn’t hear her phone ringing over and over again from where she had dropped it.

There was no doubt it was Gloria. Poor Lil was going to have some explaining to do, but as her orgasm crested and I tasted her sweetness on my tongue, I couldn’t find it in me to care.

When I pulled back and her eyes refocused, I smiled up at her and made a show of licking my fingers. “I’m home,” I winked. “You probably need to change your shorts.”

The phone rang again before she could respond and she jumped up and pushed at my shoulders. “Now I have to go lie to her,” Lil practically yelled. “As if I’m not doing enough of that already.”

She stomped off and glanced back as I stayed on my knees and leaned back on my legs. She tried looking angry but I could see the twinkle in her eye before she put the phone to her ear and answered yet another incoming call.

“Mom! So sorry! I dropped my phone and couldn’t reach it.” As she turned away, she stuck her tongue out at me as if she really was my sister and we were kids again. “Everything is fine. I promise. Just exhausted from trying to reach my phone.”

Her words drifted off and I stood up ready to head to the shower. Before I even started the water I was already stroking myself. I shed my clothes and started to step into the warm shower but with my back turned, it was Lil’s turn to sneak up on me, and her gasp told me she saw exactly what I didn’t want her to see.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

Lily

Ididn’t bother changing my shorts, just assured my mom everything was fine and then got off the phone properly. I shouldn’t have hung up on her, but I had no choice. Cruz came home from practice and went straight back to the way things were the night before.

Not that I was complaining because I had been looking forward to more of it myself. But I didn’t realize he would come straight in and take his mouth between my legs, not giving a shit that I was on the phone with my mom.

I started to breathe hard just thinking about it and put a hand over my heart trying to calm myself down, but then I heard the shower turn on and I decided to surprise him the same way he did me.

Walking straight into his bathroom, I didn’t bother knocking. He was just climbing into the shower, completely naked with his back to me. If he could come in and be so bold, then so could I.

Stepping closer, my eyes focused on a mark on his lower hip, and I gasped. He heard me and turned around, immediately recoiling knowing exactly what I saw.

Closing the gap between us with a few steps, I turned his body back around and he complied. He licked his lips and lowered his face, clearly afraid of what I was going to think, but not trying to hide.

Reaching out, I ran my hand over the mark that was about two inches big and so familiar I was shaking with disbelief.

A tattoo

A lily.

“I drew this,” I whispered. “This is mine.”

There was no response, just more heavy breathing as he watched me run my fingers over his skin and let me process what I already knew.

“I found your drawings. I looked through your book while you were gone with your mom one day. You drew a lily, and I was the only one that called you Lily.”

For a while, he was. I hated that nickname. It made me feel like I was two. My mother named me Lillian and never intended for me to be a Lily, so I insisted that I was always referred to as Lillian.

But not with Cruz. I wouldn’t correct him and no one else ever did either. Sometimes, I think he knew it bothered me and did it on purpose, but then it became something I secretly held close to me.

When I was at college, I referred to myself as Lily just to see if it translated. If it was the name or Cruz that made it feel so special. It was definitely Cruz, but for people like Angel, that was all they knew. It had become a part of who I was now.

“It was my favorite,” Cruz started to explain. “I kept that picture on my phone for a long time and when I turned eighteen, I got it put on my body by an artist in San Francisco. I flew out there for him to do it because his hand seemed to have the same touch as yours did when you drew it. Please don’t be mad.”

I didn’t thinkmadwas the right word. Yeah, I felt a little violated because that drawing was a secret expression of feelings I was having at that time. It was my first flower, and even though I tried several different flowers to see how they made me feel, it was always the lily that felt more complete.

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