The Hearts We Break (The Alphaletes Book 3), page 17
She nods quickly as her tongue runs along my lips.
“Fuckkk,” I groan. “That’s so fucking hot.”
I feel her hands go to my belt, quickly undoing it before she slips her hand into my jeans, wrapping her slim fingers around my cock as she pulls it out. She strokes me up and down several times before she scoots closer to the edge.
“Fuck me, Slater. I need to feel your cock stretch me.”
“Goddamn, baby. Whatever you want,” I say as I hold her silk panties to the side, lining my cock up to her before pushing in.
We both let out groans of pleasure until I am fully seated inside her. Her legs wrap around my lower back as she begins thrusting on me. Fuck. If she keeps moving her hips like that, this is gonna be over a hell of a lot faster than I was hoping.
I watch Scar use me with zero remorse, taking everything she needs from me as soft sweet moans escape her. Her eyes are closed, head tilted to the ceiling, when I smack the side of her thigh. Those hazel eyes fly open, surprise in them as she looks down at me.
“That’s a good girl. You keep those eyes on me. I don’t want there to be any confusion about who is claiming this pussy right now.”
She nods her agreement as I begin fucking her harder. The washing machine is beginning to rock with our movements, making way too much noise if we want to stay discreet, but I’m too fucking gone in my girl to give a damn.
“Oh, fuck! Slate. I’m gonna,” she gasps.
“Yeah, cum on my cock. Let me hear those sweet lips say my name as you cover me in your sweet cum,” I say as I reach down and flick my thumb against her clit. Her body begins to shudder as her legs dig into me before she is screaming her release, and I do mean screaming.
I cover her mouth with my hand as I feel my spine begin to tingle and my balls start to draw up.
“Fuck, Scar!” I groan as my cock explodes, dumping my load inside her and filling her to the brim. I fuck her through my orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible before I rest my forehead into the crook of her neck as I let out a shallow breath.
Slowly, I pull out of her watching as my cum begins spilling out of her pussy and onto her panties. I dip my fingers inside her pussy one more time, pushing my leaking cum back inside her where it belongs before I draw my fingers out of her. I hold them up to her, silently commanding her.
She keeps her eyes on me the entire time as she carefully leans forward opening her mouth into the perfect O before sucking my cum covered fingers into her mouth. My eyes practically roll into the back of my head as her warm tongue wraps around them, licking each one clean.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I murmur.
When I pull my fingers out of her mouth, she licks her lips as if she was savoring the taste of us together one more time before giving me an almost shy smile.
Little vixen.
Before I can call her out for it, the door opens. I shove my cock back into my pants as Scar quickly pulls her dress down to cover her as Seb steps inside. He takes one look at me and Scar before his shoulders sag and he shakes his head.
“Goddamnit, Slater. My fucking laundry room?”
“Freshman year, bro. Sucks being on the other side of the door, huh,” I laugh.
Seb scoffs as he shoots me a deadpan look before his mouth twitches and he brings his hand up to cover his laugh, shaking his head as he steps out of the room. Scar smacks my shoulder while I laugh. That was ten years in the making. Fucking worth it.
Scarlett
Once we sneak out of the laundry room, Slater and I start making our way into the living room when my stomach turns. My mouth begins to water, and my eyes widen. Erica starts making her way over to us, but she must see the look on my face before I dart to the left and run for the closest bathroom. Thankfully it’s not far, and I’m just barely able to get to the toilet before my stomach empties itself. My gut twists as it does it again and again.
Suddenly, I feel a gentle hand on my back and a soft voice.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” Erica asks.
I look up at her with watery eyes as I grab a piece of toilet paper and wipe my mouth before flushing and shakily standing up. Erica takes a step back as she begins rifling through the cabinet before handing me a new toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. I give her a grateful smile as I begin brushing my teeth.
“Are you sick?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. I feel fine now. Slater and I got some sushi before we came here. Maybe it was a bad batch or something,” I say over the toothbrush as I continue brushing.
Erica nods as she looks at me for a second.
“Are you late?”
I frown at that before I shake my head.
“No, I should be starting any day now. Why?”
She shrugs as she crosses her arms.
“I got sick really early with the twins. I was only like three weeks along.”
“What does-” I pause before I look at her with widened eyes. “You think I might be pregnant?”
Erica shrugs again. “You tell me, babe.”
I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I’m always religious about my birth control and yeah, we haven’t been using condoms, but birth control is like 99% effective. There’s no way. Unless.
“I guess I don’t know.”
“One sec, wait here,” she says as she slips out of the bathroom.
It only takes her a minute before she comes back in, with Vi on her toes. She gives me a shy smile before Erica closes the door behind them. Vi reaches into her purse and pulls out a pregnancy test box and hands it to me.
“You just carry these around, Vi?” I laugh hollowly as nerves begin building inside me.
She shrugs with a small smile. “We aren’t trying, but we aren’t not trying, you know?”
“I absolutely don’t know,” Erica says with a playful sneer. “Two kids are more than enough, thank you very much.”
Vi laughs and rolls her eyes at Erica before smiling at me kindly.
“Do you want us to give you some privacy?”
I shrug as I look down at the box. Pregnant? Could I be pregnant? My stomach twists at the idea. Not necessarily in a good or bad way. Just in an unknowing way. Opening the box, I pull the test out and step around the privacy wall in the bathroom where the toilet is. I’ve only ever taken a pregnancy test once before and that was shortly after I lost my virginity, and my period was a few days late. Thank god, the test was negative then, but if I’m honest, I don’t have that same fear swarming through me as I did then.
Maybe because I know that if I am, it’s Slater’s, and I know he will support me endlessly in whatever I decide to do. It doesn’t take long for me to finish the test as I set it on the floating shelf above the toilet before stepping around the corner.
Vi and Erica watch me hesitantly before Erica speaks.
“So how are we feeling?”
“I don’t know.”
“Would you be happy if you were?” Vi asks softly.
I give her half a shrug. “I mean, I always pictured myself having kids. Seeing you guys with yours definitely makes me think about them more and more often. And I couldn’t complain about who the baby’s father would be,” I smile.
“Oh my god!” Erica practically squeals before Vi nudges her, quieting her down as Erica covers her mouth. “I’m sorry. I just pictured Slater holding a little baby of his own, and my heart just melted. He’d be like the cool uncle turned daddy,” she says with swoony eyes as she covers her hand over her heart.
“And you know he would spoil the hell out of you while you were pregnant,” Vi chimes in with a nod.
“And you’d have us! Best aunties ever!” Erica claps.
I can’t help but laugh as the girls get more and more excited. Truth be told, a small amount of giddiness fills me at the thought too. Would it be ideal? Not preferably. I mean, the timing isn’t amazing. Slater and I have only been together for a few weeks, and he’s currently getting a divorce and starting his comeback season. We have a lot on our plate.
But an image pops into my head of Slater holding a little pink blanket. I don’t know why pink. I’ve always wanted at least one of each, but something tells me Slater would be a great girl dad. He’d protect her like he always protected me.
I’ll never forget when Slater, Ezra, and I were in school. I was in fifth grade, and Slater and Ezra were in sixth when Arnold Beeman was bullying me on the playground at recess. Despite my efforts at ignoring him, he pushed me down from behind, causing me to rip my jeans and skin my knees.
Slater and Ezra were tossing the football around on the other side of the playground but somehow Slater seemed to look over in that exact moment. Through blurry eyes, I watched as the most thunderous look I had ever seen on a twelve-year-old’s face took over Slater as he stormed our way. Faster than I thought was possible, Slater shoved Arnold to the ground right beside me before punching him in the mouth. Slater was suspended for a week, and I was officially head over heels for him. Cliché to fall for my knight in shining football jersey, I know. Even back then I was a goner for him.
“Scar,” Erica says gently, forcing me to blink myself out of the past as I look at her.
“You want one of us to look?”
I shake my head with a small smile as I walk around the corner. I grab the face down test before walking out to them. Erica and Vi are eagerly holding each other’s hands as they watch me. I smile at them, my heart swarming with butterflies as I flip the stick over.
The butterflies in my stomach quickly turn to lead, bottoming out as my pulse thunders to a slow beat. I feel the smile on my face slowly fall before I look up to see matching fading smiles on the girls. To my embarrassment, I feel my throat tighten as my eyes begin to mist over. I go for a casual shrug as I throw the test into the empty trash can to my right.
“Must have been the sushi,” I say, my voice shaking only slightly as I do.
They both give me sympathetic looks before opening their arms for me. I walk into them, hugging them tightly as they don’t say a word. I really appreciate it too because if they did, I’d probably break out into tears, and no one wants that. We’re at a birthday party. We need to be celebrating.
God. How stupid was I to get my hopes up so high so quickly? This is a good thing. It isn’t a good time for kids, we aren’t prepared, and our relationship has only begun. This is a bullet dodged. Really.
When we break apart, I wipe underneath my eyes before looking in the mirror to make sure my makeup is semi-intact. I run a hand through my hair, not quite used to having it down as I fluff it over my shoulders and look at the girls.
“Beautiful,” Vi smiles softly.
“Always,” Erica says with a kiss to my cheek before she opens the bathroom door.
We all file out into the hallway as Slater turns the corner, his head whipping around before he lands on me.
“Hey, I was looking for you. Where’d you run off to?”
“Bathroom. Don’t think that sushi sat well with me,” I say with a light laugh.
Something is off in my voice, though, and he can tell. His smile instantly fades as a frown takes over his face.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, doing my best to be convincing as I smile.
“Nothing. Just not feeling the best.”
“Want to head out?”
“Yeah, probably best.”
He gives me a quick kiss before lacing his hands with mine and leading us out to say our goodbyes.
Maybe someday.
Scarlett
We just landed in Pittsburgh for our game against the Tigers tomorrow. The team is required to stay in a hotel the night before all home and away games, to cut out any possibility of players not getting a restful night. Obviously, I’m not required to stay in the hotel when we are in Seattle, but since I travel with the team, I always stay at the same hotel as them.
Most of the rookies and lower-level staff have to share rooms, but being as I’m the only woman on staff, I’m able to have my own. Probably one of the sole perks of being the only woman. The players just had dinner, but I chose to forego it and catch up on some paperwork that I’ve been slacking on. The Crusaders are my bread and butter, but obviously the season doesn’t last all year long, so I have to keep up with my other patients on the side.
I’m just finishing finalizing the next two-week plan for my newest patient when my phone buzzes.
Slater: It’s been too long since I’ve been buried inside that tight pussy.
Me: It’s been thirteen hours since you’ve been inside my ‘tight pussy.’
Slater: Exactly. Too fucking long. Come sneak into my room. Your side of the bed is all ready for you.
I laugh at that. After the first night we slept together, Slater and I quickly realized something. We both prefer sleeping on the right side of the bed. There was a debate about who actually got to sleep on that side before Slater came up with the ultimate compromise. He slept on the right side while I laid on top of him. That only worked out for one night before we both woke up horribly uncomfortable, and Slater conceded that I could have that side like the gentleman he is.
Me: Yeah, can’t exactly do that. You know the only reason you all have to stay in a hotel in the first place is to take away any…distractions. I’m pretty sure your athletic trainer sneaking into your room counts as a distraction.
Slater: A sexy one.
I scoff and smirk as I type out my response.
Me: Not tonight, Mr. Santos.
Slater: How am I supposed to go to bed if I don’t have my favorite late night snack?
Me: Believe it or not, you calling me a snack doesn’t make the idea of sneaking into your room any more appealing.
Slater: Would you feel better if I told you that you were a whole damn meal? Because I swear to god, I could eat you for hours.
Me: Goodnight, Slater.
Slater: What if I come to you?
I set my phone down as I glance around my room before shaking my head.
Me: You getting caught sneaking into my room is no better. The only way you could get in here without being seen is if you scaled the balcony.
Slater: I’m in 1218. Which room are you in?
Me: 1214.
Slater: Ah, that’s nothing. Only one balcony between us. I’ll see you in five. Don’t start touching yourself until I’m there to watch.
Me: What! Are you crazy? Who would willingly go out and jump to TWO balconies just to get laid?
His response comes immediately.
Slater: Many men have done a lot more for less, and none of them have had the honor of tasting you. Trust me, you’re more than worth it.
Tossing my blankets and laptop to the side, I rush over to my balcony, throwing my slider glass door open to see Slater lining up a chair against the edge of his railing two balconies over. The back of the chair pushes up against the wrought iron as if he is planning to use it as a step to jump off.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He looks up at me and waves like an idiot. A sexy one.
“Coming to see my girl,” he says as he takes a step back like he’s going to get a running start.
“Okay, Slater. Stop. I thought you were kidding before, but this is not going to work, and you will probably die. Please just go inside. We are heading home tomorrow night.”
Slater has a look of determination on his face as he shakes his head seriously.
“Gotta get to my girl,” he says almost to himself.
My stomach is in knots as my hands begin to sweat.
“Slater! You are not going to make it, that chair is not going to help you.”
“Sure it will. I saw it in a movie.”
“I saw that same movie. Do you remember how only one of the characters made it?”
He shrugs, seemingly unbothered. “I’m a pro-athlete, Scar. I got this.”
Before I can argue with him more he gets a running start, placing his left foot onto the chair and leaping across the six-and a half foot gap between his balcony and the other before landing with a hard thud.
A light turns on inside the room as Slater and my eyes both round. He looks around for a place to hide but comes up short when Seb comes out running a hand through his shoulder length hair.
“What the fuck? Slater? How’d you get out here?”
“Jumped,” he says as he takes one of Seb’s chairs and begins lining it up the same way he did the last one.
“Why?” he asks as his eyes move over to me. I wave awkwardly causing Seb to let out a heavy sigh.
“I take it this was your brilliant plan?” he asks Slater.
“Yep,” he says as he backs up to the other end of the balcony.
“Don’t die. We have a game tomorrow,” Seb says before walking back inside.
Slater runs the short distance, springing off the chair and leaping through the air. I quickly backpedal to give him enough room to land. He barely clears the edge of the iron fence before landing in a crouch at the ground.
When he stands, he gives me that trademark Slater smile that still makes my stomach flutter before a tattooed hand lifts up to cup my face.
“Hi, baby.”
“Hi?” I laugh. “That’s all you have to say right now?”
He thinks about it for a moment before he nods seriously.
“You’re right.”
He crouches down low and slings me over his shoulder as he opens and closes the slider door before crossing the room to my bed and dropping me down with a bounce.
“I missed you,” he says in between kisses as he crawls on top of me. I can’t help but smile into him as I kiss him back.
“I missed you too,” I murmur.
I feel his hands begin to move down my torso before resting on my pajama shorts. My breath stutters as he cups my pussy through the thin material before grinding his palm down.
“Have you touched yourself tonight, Bubbles?”
My eyes flutter open, just realizing that at some point, I closed them as I give him a soft shake of my head.
“Good girl, you know how much I like to watch,” he says as he leans back onto his heels.
“Fuckkk,” I groan. “That’s so fucking hot.”
I feel her hands go to my belt, quickly undoing it before she slips her hand into my jeans, wrapping her slim fingers around my cock as she pulls it out. She strokes me up and down several times before she scoots closer to the edge.
“Fuck me, Slater. I need to feel your cock stretch me.”
“Goddamn, baby. Whatever you want,” I say as I hold her silk panties to the side, lining my cock up to her before pushing in.
We both let out groans of pleasure until I am fully seated inside her. Her legs wrap around my lower back as she begins thrusting on me. Fuck. If she keeps moving her hips like that, this is gonna be over a hell of a lot faster than I was hoping.
I watch Scar use me with zero remorse, taking everything she needs from me as soft sweet moans escape her. Her eyes are closed, head tilted to the ceiling, when I smack the side of her thigh. Those hazel eyes fly open, surprise in them as she looks down at me.
“That’s a good girl. You keep those eyes on me. I don’t want there to be any confusion about who is claiming this pussy right now.”
She nods her agreement as I begin fucking her harder. The washing machine is beginning to rock with our movements, making way too much noise if we want to stay discreet, but I’m too fucking gone in my girl to give a damn.
“Oh, fuck! Slate. I’m gonna,” she gasps.
“Yeah, cum on my cock. Let me hear those sweet lips say my name as you cover me in your sweet cum,” I say as I reach down and flick my thumb against her clit. Her body begins to shudder as her legs dig into me before she is screaming her release, and I do mean screaming.
I cover her mouth with my hand as I feel my spine begin to tingle and my balls start to draw up.
“Fuck, Scar!” I groan as my cock explodes, dumping my load inside her and filling her to the brim. I fuck her through my orgasm, drawing it out as long as possible before I rest my forehead into the crook of her neck as I let out a shallow breath.
Slowly, I pull out of her watching as my cum begins spilling out of her pussy and onto her panties. I dip my fingers inside her pussy one more time, pushing my leaking cum back inside her where it belongs before I draw my fingers out of her. I hold them up to her, silently commanding her.
She keeps her eyes on me the entire time as she carefully leans forward opening her mouth into the perfect O before sucking my cum covered fingers into her mouth. My eyes practically roll into the back of my head as her warm tongue wraps around them, licking each one clean.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I murmur.
When I pull my fingers out of her mouth, she licks her lips as if she was savoring the taste of us together one more time before giving me an almost shy smile.
Little vixen.
Before I can call her out for it, the door opens. I shove my cock back into my pants as Scar quickly pulls her dress down to cover her as Seb steps inside. He takes one look at me and Scar before his shoulders sag and he shakes his head.
“Goddamnit, Slater. My fucking laundry room?”
“Freshman year, bro. Sucks being on the other side of the door, huh,” I laugh.
Seb scoffs as he shoots me a deadpan look before his mouth twitches and he brings his hand up to cover his laugh, shaking his head as he steps out of the room. Scar smacks my shoulder while I laugh. That was ten years in the making. Fucking worth it.
Scarlett
Once we sneak out of the laundry room, Slater and I start making our way into the living room when my stomach turns. My mouth begins to water, and my eyes widen. Erica starts making her way over to us, but she must see the look on my face before I dart to the left and run for the closest bathroom. Thankfully it’s not far, and I’m just barely able to get to the toilet before my stomach empties itself. My gut twists as it does it again and again.
Suddenly, I feel a gentle hand on my back and a soft voice.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” Erica asks.
I look up at her with watery eyes as I grab a piece of toilet paper and wipe my mouth before flushing and shakily standing up. Erica takes a step back as she begins rifling through the cabinet before handing me a new toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. I give her a grateful smile as I begin brushing my teeth.
“Are you sick?” she asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t think so. I feel fine now. Slater and I got some sushi before we came here. Maybe it was a bad batch or something,” I say over the toothbrush as I continue brushing.
Erica nods as she looks at me for a second.
“Are you late?”
I frown at that before I shake my head.
“No, I should be starting any day now. Why?”
She shrugs as she crosses her arms.
“I got sick really early with the twins. I was only like three weeks along.”
“What does-” I pause before I look at her with widened eyes. “You think I might be pregnant?”
Erica shrugs again. “You tell me, babe.”
I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out. I’m always religious about my birth control and yeah, we haven’t been using condoms, but birth control is like 99% effective. There’s no way. Unless.
“I guess I don’t know.”
“One sec, wait here,” she says as she slips out of the bathroom.
It only takes her a minute before she comes back in, with Vi on her toes. She gives me a shy smile before Erica closes the door behind them. Vi reaches into her purse and pulls out a pregnancy test box and hands it to me.
“You just carry these around, Vi?” I laugh hollowly as nerves begin building inside me.
She shrugs with a small smile. “We aren’t trying, but we aren’t not trying, you know?”
“I absolutely don’t know,” Erica says with a playful sneer. “Two kids are more than enough, thank you very much.”
Vi laughs and rolls her eyes at Erica before smiling at me kindly.
“Do you want us to give you some privacy?”
I shrug as I look down at the box. Pregnant? Could I be pregnant? My stomach twists at the idea. Not necessarily in a good or bad way. Just in an unknowing way. Opening the box, I pull the test out and step around the privacy wall in the bathroom where the toilet is. I’ve only ever taken a pregnancy test once before and that was shortly after I lost my virginity, and my period was a few days late. Thank god, the test was negative then, but if I’m honest, I don’t have that same fear swarming through me as I did then.
Maybe because I know that if I am, it’s Slater’s, and I know he will support me endlessly in whatever I decide to do. It doesn’t take long for me to finish the test as I set it on the floating shelf above the toilet before stepping around the corner.
Vi and Erica watch me hesitantly before Erica speaks.
“So how are we feeling?”
“I don’t know.”
“Would you be happy if you were?” Vi asks softly.
I give her half a shrug. “I mean, I always pictured myself having kids. Seeing you guys with yours definitely makes me think about them more and more often. And I couldn’t complain about who the baby’s father would be,” I smile.
“Oh my god!” Erica practically squeals before Vi nudges her, quieting her down as Erica covers her mouth. “I’m sorry. I just pictured Slater holding a little baby of his own, and my heart just melted. He’d be like the cool uncle turned daddy,” she says with swoony eyes as she covers her hand over her heart.
“And you know he would spoil the hell out of you while you were pregnant,” Vi chimes in with a nod.
“And you’d have us! Best aunties ever!” Erica claps.
I can’t help but laugh as the girls get more and more excited. Truth be told, a small amount of giddiness fills me at the thought too. Would it be ideal? Not preferably. I mean, the timing isn’t amazing. Slater and I have only been together for a few weeks, and he’s currently getting a divorce and starting his comeback season. We have a lot on our plate.
But an image pops into my head of Slater holding a little pink blanket. I don’t know why pink. I’ve always wanted at least one of each, but something tells me Slater would be a great girl dad. He’d protect her like he always protected me.
I’ll never forget when Slater, Ezra, and I were in school. I was in fifth grade, and Slater and Ezra were in sixth when Arnold Beeman was bullying me on the playground at recess. Despite my efforts at ignoring him, he pushed me down from behind, causing me to rip my jeans and skin my knees.
Slater and Ezra were tossing the football around on the other side of the playground but somehow Slater seemed to look over in that exact moment. Through blurry eyes, I watched as the most thunderous look I had ever seen on a twelve-year-old’s face took over Slater as he stormed our way. Faster than I thought was possible, Slater shoved Arnold to the ground right beside me before punching him in the mouth. Slater was suspended for a week, and I was officially head over heels for him. Cliché to fall for my knight in shining football jersey, I know. Even back then I was a goner for him.
“Scar,” Erica says gently, forcing me to blink myself out of the past as I look at her.
“You want one of us to look?”
I shake my head with a small smile as I walk around the corner. I grab the face down test before walking out to them. Erica and Vi are eagerly holding each other’s hands as they watch me. I smile at them, my heart swarming with butterflies as I flip the stick over.
The butterflies in my stomach quickly turn to lead, bottoming out as my pulse thunders to a slow beat. I feel the smile on my face slowly fall before I look up to see matching fading smiles on the girls. To my embarrassment, I feel my throat tighten as my eyes begin to mist over. I go for a casual shrug as I throw the test into the empty trash can to my right.
“Must have been the sushi,” I say, my voice shaking only slightly as I do.
They both give me sympathetic looks before opening their arms for me. I walk into them, hugging them tightly as they don’t say a word. I really appreciate it too because if they did, I’d probably break out into tears, and no one wants that. We’re at a birthday party. We need to be celebrating.
God. How stupid was I to get my hopes up so high so quickly? This is a good thing. It isn’t a good time for kids, we aren’t prepared, and our relationship has only begun. This is a bullet dodged. Really.
When we break apart, I wipe underneath my eyes before looking in the mirror to make sure my makeup is semi-intact. I run a hand through my hair, not quite used to having it down as I fluff it over my shoulders and look at the girls.
“Beautiful,” Vi smiles softly.
“Always,” Erica says with a kiss to my cheek before she opens the bathroom door.
We all file out into the hallway as Slater turns the corner, his head whipping around before he lands on me.
“Hey, I was looking for you. Where’d you run off to?”
“Bathroom. Don’t think that sushi sat well with me,” I say with a light laugh.
Something is off in my voice, though, and he can tell. His smile instantly fades as a frown takes over his face.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, doing my best to be convincing as I smile.
“Nothing. Just not feeling the best.”
“Want to head out?”
“Yeah, probably best.”
He gives me a quick kiss before lacing his hands with mine and leading us out to say our goodbyes.
Maybe someday.
Scarlett
We just landed in Pittsburgh for our game against the Tigers tomorrow. The team is required to stay in a hotel the night before all home and away games, to cut out any possibility of players not getting a restful night. Obviously, I’m not required to stay in the hotel when we are in Seattle, but since I travel with the team, I always stay at the same hotel as them.
Most of the rookies and lower-level staff have to share rooms, but being as I’m the only woman on staff, I’m able to have my own. Probably one of the sole perks of being the only woman. The players just had dinner, but I chose to forego it and catch up on some paperwork that I’ve been slacking on. The Crusaders are my bread and butter, but obviously the season doesn’t last all year long, so I have to keep up with my other patients on the side.
I’m just finishing finalizing the next two-week plan for my newest patient when my phone buzzes.
Slater: It’s been too long since I’ve been buried inside that tight pussy.
Me: It’s been thirteen hours since you’ve been inside my ‘tight pussy.’
Slater: Exactly. Too fucking long. Come sneak into my room. Your side of the bed is all ready for you.
I laugh at that. After the first night we slept together, Slater and I quickly realized something. We both prefer sleeping on the right side of the bed. There was a debate about who actually got to sleep on that side before Slater came up with the ultimate compromise. He slept on the right side while I laid on top of him. That only worked out for one night before we both woke up horribly uncomfortable, and Slater conceded that I could have that side like the gentleman he is.
Me: Yeah, can’t exactly do that. You know the only reason you all have to stay in a hotel in the first place is to take away any…distractions. I’m pretty sure your athletic trainer sneaking into your room counts as a distraction.
Slater: A sexy one.
I scoff and smirk as I type out my response.
Me: Not tonight, Mr. Santos.
Slater: How am I supposed to go to bed if I don’t have my favorite late night snack?
Me: Believe it or not, you calling me a snack doesn’t make the idea of sneaking into your room any more appealing.
Slater: Would you feel better if I told you that you were a whole damn meal? Because I swear to god, I could eat you for hours.
Me: Goodnight, Slater.
Slater: What if I come to you?
I set my phone down as I glance around my room before shaking my head.
Me: You getting caught sneaking into my room is no better. The only way you could get in here without being seen is if you scaled the balcony.
Slater: I’m in 1218. Which room are you in?
Me: 1214.
Slater: Ah, that’s nothing. Only one balcony between us. I’ll see you in five. Don’t start touching yourself until I’m there to watch.
Me: What! Are you crazy? Who would willingly go out and jump to TWO balconies just to get laid?
His response comes immediately.
Slater: Many men have done a lot more for less, and none of them have had the honor of tasting you. Trust me, you’re more than worth it.
Tossing my blankets and laptop to the side, I rush over to my balcony, throwing my slider glass door open to see Slater lining up a chair against the edge of his railing two balconies over. The back of the chair pushes up against the wrought iron as if he is planning to use it as a step to jump off.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
He looks up at me and waves like an idiot. A sexy one.
“Coming to see my girl,” he says as he takes a step back like he’s going to get a running start.
“Okay, Slater. Stop. I thought you were kidding before, but this is not going to work, and you will probably die. Please just go inside. We are heading home tomorrow night.”
Slater has a look of determination on his face as he shakes his head seriously.
“Gotta get to my girl,” he says almost to himself.
My stomach is in knots as my hands begin to sweat.
“Slater! You are not going to make it, that chair is not going to help you.”
“Sure it will. I saw it in a movie.”
“I saw that same movie. Do you remember how only one of the characters made it?”
He shrugs, seemingly unbothered. “I’m a pro-athlete, Scar. I got this.”
Before I can argue with him more he gets a running start, placing his left foot onto the chair and leaping across the six-and a half foot gap between his balcony and the other before landing with a hard thud.
A light turns on inside the room as Slater and my eyes both round. He looks around for a place to hide but comes up short when Seb comes out running a hand through his shoulder length hair.
“What the fuck? Slater? How’d you get out here?”
“Jumped,” he says as he takes one of Seb’s chairs and begins lining it up the same way he did the last one.
“Why?” he asks as his eyes move over to me. I wave awkwardly causing Seb to let out a heavy sigh.
“I take it this was your brilliant plan?” he asks Slater.
“Yep,” he says as he backs up to the other end of the balcony.
“Don’t die. We have a game tomorrow,” Seb says before walking back inside.
Slater runs the short distance, springing off the chair and leaping through the air. I quickly backpedal to give him enough room to land. He barely clears the edge of the iron fence before landing in a crouch at the ground.
When he stands, he gives me that trademark Slater smile that still makes my stomach flutter before a tattooed hand lifts up to cup my face.
“Hi, baby.”
“Hi?” I laugh. “That’s all you have to say right now?”
He thinks about it for a moment before he nods seriously.
“You’re right.”
He crouches down low and slings me over his shoulder as he opens and closes the slider door before crossing the room to my bed and dropping me down with a bounce.
“I missed you,” he says in between kisses as he crawls on top of me. I can’t help but smile into him as I kiss him back.
“I missed you too,” I murmur.
I feel his hands begin to move down my torso before resting on my pajama shorts. My breath stutters as he cups my pussy through the thin material before grinding his palm down.
“Have you touched yourself tonight, Bubbles?”
My eyes flutter open, just realizing that at some point, I closed them as I give him a soft shake of my head.
“Good girl, you know how much I like to watch,” he says as he leans back onto his heels.
