Chapter 29

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Eli

The torture of not being able to hold her was getting to be too much, so I finally convinced her to take a trip with me. We have the entire weekend planned in Billings. It's far enough and big enough that no one will know us and no one will care what we're doing together.

Yes, I had to lie to my parents, telling them I was going to spend the weekend with one of my teammates from the national team. I feel bad doing so, but getting to spend some alone time with Liza is all I can think about, and I'll literally go insane if I don't get to kiss her again.

We took separate cars, which makes the entire weekend feel that much more salacious. This is taking keeping our relationship a secret to an entirely new level, but I swear it turns me on even more, knowing we get to sneak around like this.

She was a half hour ahead of me and checked in to the hotel already, so I try to walk as calmly as possible through the hotel lobby even though inside I want to act like I'm stealing home right now and racing as fast as I can straight into her arms.

I'm barely able to knock on the door when she swings it open and our eyes meet.

Fuck stealing home. I'm hitting the grand slam out of the park with this beautiful woman.

I rush to her, pick her up, and bring her lips to mine.

"Eli," she pants, and I swallow her words, needing every aspect of her that she can offer me right now.

We walk until I feel the bed behind her and slowly lower her down upon it.

I run my fingers through her hair as she tugs on my shirt, trying to pull it over my head.

Releasing from her lips is painful, but I know I need to get her shirt off as well, so I reluctantly pull back, tug my shirt over my head, then do the same with hers.

With my palm gripping her waist, I lower my head down, kissing her and rubbing my erection against her core, loving the way she wraps her legs around me, inviting me to continue doing so.

I move my fingers to the top of her jeans, undoing the button then zipper, and start shimmying them down her legs, kissing every inch of her body as it's revealed to me.

I stand up, grabbing a condom from my back pocket, laying it next to her. We weren't careful last time, and we were lucky nothing happened, but we can't risk that again.

She holds it up with a sexy expression. "I'm on the pill."

My eyes widen in cautious curiosity. "So …" I leave my words hanging there, wondering if that means what I think it means.

"So, we've already not used one. I'm protected. I wouldn't have jeopardized our futures like that if I wasn't."

I feel like a complete ass for not even thinking about it in the moment back then. She must sense my apprehension.

She crawls to her knees to meet me. "It's okay if you didn't think about it. But I want you. All of you."

She places her hand on my chest, sliding it down to undo my jeans.

Yanking them down, she looks up at me with the sexiest look I've ever seen in my life. I honestly think I might come just from her kneeling before me, removing my pants, and looking at me that way.

I place my finger under her chin. "You keep looking at me like that, and I'm not going to be able to last."

"Good," she says, pulling out my cock. "We have the hotel room all night." She strokes me up and down. "We can go for round two"—she slides up—"or round three." She slides down. "We might even get a round four."

She licks my tip, and I nearly fall over.

This isn't my first blow job, but never have I ever been so turned on in my life, so I'm afraid I won't last two seconds in her sweet mouth.

I pull her up to me. "Then, that can wait for round two. I need to be inside you"—I toss her back on the bed playfully—"now."

She giggles, and I swear it pushes me up another notch.

I position myself at her entrance and kiss her softly as I slide inside of her, both of us moaning so deeply that I swear the people in the next room hear us.

I pause, letting her get used to my size and also taking a deep breath so I don't come on the first pump. Once I have control again, we start to move as one, and it causes the most delicious sensation to race through my entire body.

Fuck breathing. I can't. I officially don't need air anymore. All I need is Liza, beneath me for the rest of my life, and I'll be totally fine.

I run my tongue down her neck as she claws at my back.

With every push into her, she meets me with a hungry desire that makes me love her even more.

Feeling like I can't hold on much longer, I hurry my pace, praying to God she's almost there. I know He's there, approving of our union. When she explodes around my cock at the same time I find my release inside of her.

How could anyone ever say what we're doing is wrong when it's this fucking good?

Yes, we went for round two, then three and four this morning, but it was time to check out of our hotel, so we finally had to get ready to leave.

I was dreading saying goodbye, so you can imagine my relief when she says, "I'm not ready to go home." Standing between my legs as I sit on the bed, she places her hand on my chest. "I want to live in this sense of reality for just a little longer."

I give her a quick kiss. "Me too. What do you suggest?"

"Isn't there a mall we can go to? I need to buy some new winter clothes anyway."

I raise my eyebrows at her. "You're not worried about being seen?"

Yes, we're over an hour away from home, but you never know.

"How about we pretend to not know each other and sneak little kisses in stairwells every once in a while?"

I grab her ass. "Sounds like a plan if it involves getting to kiss you."

We gather our things and head toward our cars.

"We can still drive separately," she suggests. "Just park kind of close so it's not obvious we're together."

We drive out of the parking lot, and I follow her to the nearest mall. She drives around the parking lot, looking for a place that has a decent number of options for me to park as well, and once she does, she exits her car, giving me a playful glance before heading inside.

Once we're in a department store, our game of cat and mouse is on, and I never thought it would be so much fun.

She walks toward the lingerie, and all gloves are off. I see what kind of game she's playing. I watch from afar as she holds up a few bra and panty sets to her body, making me groan in almost pain as I envision what they would look like on her.

She takes a few off the rack and heads toward the dressing room. I'm quick to look around, making sure no one is watching, and slide in behind her, pushing her up against the wall and pressing my erection against her.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

She giggles, and I know that's a yes.

"Round five?"

She wiggles her ass just as we hear someone else enter the dressing room.

I wrap my hand around her front, squeezing her tightly. "Such a tease," I whisper before I turn and sneak back out of the dressing room, hoping I go unnoticed.

When she exits the room, it's with a smug expression on her face, holding on to a black ensemble that I can't wait to rip off of her.

I can't help but chuckle to myself as I watch her almost skip to the counter to purchase the piece.

We walk to another store with me keeping my distance and her looking as beautiful as ever. The next store she enters has tall racks, which makes me laugh. I can see over them just fine, but I know she can't, so advantage to the tall guy on this game.

I'm just about to make my move when I hear, "Eli!"

I turn in shock when I see Maya pop out from behind the rack. Instantly, my eyes roam down the aisle to where Liza is standing, then back to Maya, and I kick myself for doing so. It's too late though; Maya saw exactly who I was looking at.

Thankfully, she has her back to us, so Maya pops back to where she came from and whispers, "Are you here with her?"

I don't answer her question, too afraid to say anything. I know my friends don't expect me to talk a lot, but in this instance, I know I need to say something. But what?

She steps back even farther and holds up her hands to me. "Your secret is safe with me," she whispers. "But I'm here with the girls, so you should leave before they see you."

I nod and walk to where Liza is and whisper, "We have to go," in her ear, rushing past her to leave in a hurry.

I find the first stairwell I can and enter, hoping Liza is right behind me. When she doesn't open the door, my stomach sinks.

I open the door and search for her, only to see she's nowhere around.

Walking as fast as I can, but trying to not seem so obvious, I head toward our cars, only to see her drive away as I step out of the building. I run to my truck, not giving a damn about what people around me think, and call her as soon as I'm alone.

"Answer. Answer. Answer," I chant to myself.

When she doesn't, I hang up and call again, only to have her ignore me, so I text her.

It's physically impossible for anyone to see us talking on the phone. Answer. Please.

I give her a few seconds, then call again. Thankfully, she answers this time.

"Baby, it's okay. Please talk to me," I plead.

"It's not okay," she cries out. "Did they see us?"

I drop my head to my chest, knowing I could never lie to her. "Maya did."

"Oh my God!" she yells out.

"It's okay. She won't tell anyone. I promise."

"How can you promise that?"

"Because it's Maya. You don't know Maya like I do."

"Eli …" she cries harder. "How could we be so dumb? We got caught!"

"No. We didn't get caught. Caught is everyone finding out. This is only Maya. It will be fine."

"You can't say that when you don't know!"

She's starting to panic, and a different type of worry washes over me.

"Please don't drive when you're crying like this. Please pull over so you don't cause an accident. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"But it already has!"

"How?"

"Because I love you. I love you so much that it hurts, and now, my entire life is going to be over."

"Stop saying that. It's not. You have to have faith."

"Faith is hard when the world around us is literally tearing us apart," she says barely above a whisper.

"Life is just testing us. That's it. We'll get through this."

"If she tells anyone?—"

"She won't. Please, you have to trust me. Everything will be okay."

She's silent, and I'm at a loss for any other words I could possibly tell her to convince her that it's going to be okay.

"I have to go …" She hangs up, and my eyes close with pain and worry.

I hit the steering wheel and yell, "Fuck!" at the top of my lungs, needing to get out frustration before I take it out on the road and cause an accident myself.