Chapter 36 Asher Nash

You’re in Love with Someone in the Locker Room

“I didn’t picture you as the romantic type, but tonight has been amazing,” she says as we climb back into my truck after the picnic on the pier.

I narrow my eyes at her. “You didn’t picture me as romantic? What did you picture me as?”

“A sex god,” she deadpans, and I laugh…but then I recline my seat.

“Hop on, baby.”

Her eyes widen a little as she glances around us only to see exactly what I see.

We’re in a dark, abandoned parking lot after hours at a pier. Even if someone else was around, we’re not parked under any of the lights, so they’d really have to be staring into the truck to see anything at all.

I unzip my jeans and pull my cock out, and it’s hard and ready as ever for her as I stroke it up and down a few times. The friction feels fantastic after I’ve been fending off my erection the entire night. “Mouth or cunt?” I ask.

“Oh my God, Asher,” she murmurs.

“Say that again, but moan it while you’re riding me.” I stroke it a little more as I slide my head to the side and look at her. “Unless you want to watch me jerk off until I come all over my hand.”

“Kind of,” she says, raising a brow.

“Touch yourself,” I demand. “Tit for tat.”

“You want my tit?” she asks, and I laugh.

“Always. Preferably in my mouth.”

“I think I can arrange that.” She reaches under her dress and slides her panties down her legs, abandoning them on the floor of my truck, and then she climbs over the console and onto my lap.

I fist my cock as I wait for her to lower herself over me, and I let go as she does, seating herself all the way down on top of me. I’m enveloped by a tight, velvety warmth that I could sink into for the rest of my life.

She reaches into the top of her dress and pulls one of her tits out, lowering her body down until she has it poised over my mouth. I grab onto her ass with one hand and her tit with the other as she starts to ride me, bracing herself with one hand on the car window and the other on my upper arm.

Christ, this is hot. I’ve had car sex before, but never with someone I’ve had such deep, intoxicating feelings for.

Never with someone I’m falling for.

Fuck, is that what this is? It has to be.

The feeling like I never want to stop fucking her, never want to stop being with her, never want to stop laughing with her.

I flick my tongue over her tight nipple, and she lets out a loud moan, so I do it more. I explore every dip and curve of her breast, massaging it as I hold it in my mouth, and fuck, I’m not going to last long.

I can’t take it. I’m overwhelmed by her, and my body betrays me as I feel my impending orgasm rushing toward me.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” I growl around her tit, and I pull back to look up at her. She’s a fucking vision with that red hair moving all around her as she writhes over me, her eyes closed and her neck corded as she slides up and down my cock, her moans gaining in volume to let me know how much she loves it when we fuck.

God, I love it, too.

I think I love her .

The thought pushes me into my release as jets of come launch from me into her. She moans as I shove up into her, fighting my way through the pleasure, and then she falls apart, her body convulsing as I feel her cunt clamp onto me like a vise.

I stare at her as she comes, the intense connection we share bonding us even closer through this act of intimacy after a night of conversation that drew us closer in other ways.

Her tits are pushed out, her eyes are squeezed shut, and she’s biting her lip as she comes, bracing herself with one hand still on the car window, the other on my shoulder now, where fingernails dig in.

Jesus, she might be the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can’t get enough as my eyes drink in the vision in front of me.

Her eyes open lazily once her body calms, and she catches me staring at her. Her lips curl up into a smile, and she takes my jaw between her palms and presses her lips softly to mine, a tender kiss after an intense act between us.

I draw in a deep breath that’s shakier than I’m expecting it to be as the emotions bear down hard on me.

I’m in deep.

Way too deep. It’s too soon to feel this way.

She lifts off of me, and I don’t have any tissues to catch the come that drips out of her and onto my jeans. She settles into her seat and pulls her panties back on, and we sit in silence for a few seconds before she clears her throat. “Are there bathrooms here?”

I shrug. “I’ve never been here before, but we can go check.”

“You’ve never been here before?” she asks, and she studies me.

I shake my head.

“Why’d you take me here?”

“I was trying to come up with somewhere deserted instead of another date in a hotel room. I didn’t want you to think all I’m good for is sex.”

She laughs. “Trust me, Asher. I don’t think that at all.”

We both get out of the car and explore for some bathrooms. She heads in when we find one, and I wait outside for her, staring at the water as I try to process what I’m feeling.

It was only supposed to be sex. A good time. I wasn’t supposed to feel so much for her, especially not when she’s my coach’s daughter.

I shouldn’t. I can’t. It’s wrong.

When I’m with her, everything is perfect. It’s right. But the second we’re apart—even if it’s for three seconds while she runs to the bathroom—I start to get in my head about it.

We blast music on the way home, both of us singing all the words to everything from Jelly Roll to Doja Cat to Justin Timberlake and beyond, and the ways we’re so similar continue to amaze me.

And having the music blaring allows me to focus on the songs rather than on the confusion swirling around my head.

As we get closer, I turn down the music. “We’re about ten minutes out. Are you sure I can’t drop you off at home?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think it’s safe. Especially not in this bright-ass red truck.” She giggles, and I can’t help a laugh, too.

“Touché. I’ll get another car that isn’t as obvious so we can sneak around together.” What the fuck did I just say? Do I mean that?

The scary reality of it is that I think I do.

We wait until her ride pulls up out front, and she gives me a quick kiss before she smiles at me and gets out of my truck. “Bye,” she says, and she shuts the door and walks to the car.

I watch her the whole way, my eyes never leaving the car carrying her away from me until it rounds the corner out of my sight.

I lean my head back on the headrest as I blow out a heavy sigh.

I feel like I need to talk to someone about all this shit, but the question is…who?

I can’t talk to Lincoln since he’s too close to the big picture. But that doesn’t necessarily rule out Grayson, who’s close enough to know the major players but far enough removed to keep anything I say to him to himself.

I dial up his number right there in the parking lot before I lose my nerve.

It’s not like I can go home and call him with my dad right the fuck there all the time.

“Asheph, what’s going on?” he answers, blending my first and middle names—Asher Joseph—together into one.

“Graychael,” I say formally, mashing up Grayson Michael, and he laughs. “You find a place for Dad yet?”

“Ah, fuck. I knew I was supposed to be doing something.”

Oh. Right.

“Kidding, broski. Ava found a great place centrally located between the three of us, a two-bedroom condo with a pool and clubhouse and all that jazz. We could likely close on it by the end of the month. I talked it over with Av, and we’re fine with buying it outright if you, Spence, and Linc want to split the monthly association fee. The other two are good with it if you are.”

“If you think we can really get him to move when I’m the one who’s technically crashing with him.”

“You are, but you’re also footing the bill each month, right?” he asks.

“Yeah, I am now,” I say. “We said it made sense since I was out a paycheck an entire year thanks to him, but let’s be honest. It never made much sense.”

“No, it didn’t. You two can be a lot together when you’re getting along, but when you aren’t? Forget it,” he says.

“We’re fine. I just, you know…” I trail off as I try to shift the topic over to the real reason I called.

“Wanna bring girls by without his prying eye?”

“Something like that,” I say dryly. “More specifically, one girl, if I’m being honest.”

“What?” he gasps with a huge dose of dramatics for my effect. “There’s a girl?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Aren’t they all?” he mutters. “What’s complicating it?”

“No one can know.”

“I won’t tell,” he promises.

I shake my head even though he can’t see me. “No, that’s not what I mean. I wasn’t swearing you to secrecy. What I mean is that no one can know we’re seeing each other.”

“Why not?” he asks. Just as I open my mouth to tell him it’s complicated, he says, “And don’t give me the it’s complicated bullshit answer. I’m your brother, and I know you called to talk this out, so get on with it.”

I sigh, debating how honest to be with him, and then I decide to lay it on the line. “You know how things were in the locker room for me last season coming off the suspension since you were there. We both took heat for being the coach’s brothers.”

“Oh, shit,” he breathes. “You’re in love with someone in the locker room? Ash, I swear, I had no idea—”

“No, dude! What the fuck?”

“Sorry. I really thought that’s where you were going. Sometimes you throw us for a loop.”

I heave out a breath. “I’m working on my reputation in the locker room. That’s all I’m saying. I’m trying to be a leader. And our new OC, Coach Dixon, he’s been incredible. He believes in me. He’s taken me under his wing, and he’s helped point out places where I can step up. He’s…he’s great.”

“So you’re in love with him?” he guesses.

“Jesus Christ, Grayson, no! His daughter. I’m in love with his daughter.” My eyes widen as soon as the words are out. It’s the first time I’ve spoken them aloud. I guess there’s no going back now.

He’s silent on the other end of the line, so I add more as I run my hand along my jaw.

“Fuck, I don’t know if it’s really love or just strong feelings, but it’s definitely something. And I can’t betray him like that.” I think about adding more since he’s still silent, but I give it a moment before I say, “Say something.”

“Damn, Ash. Sounds like you’ve really gotten yourself into a jam.”

“Thanks, that’s helpful,” I say dryly.

“No, I’m trying to figure out what to say. I’m trying to do the big brother thing and come up with the right advice, and I’m just…I’m at a loss, I think,” he says quietly. “Are you sure you can’t be honest with him?”

“No. She doesn’t want him to know any more than I do. He’s a bit overprotective of her, and he even mentioned her to me once and told me not to get any ideas. The thing is…” I trail off.

“The thing is?” he prompts me.

“I fucked her before I knew she was his daughter.”

“Bam! There it is. How’d you meet her?”

“The night of the Wild Aces ball. She was a last-minute addition, and I gave my spare ticket to Lincoln. I guess he gave it to Coach Dix, and she ended up in the seat beside me. We had a fun night, and I assumed it wouldn’t lead to anything more when she was gone when I woke up, but then she was in the family area after a game, and I learned who she was.”

“The redhead?” He lets out a low whistle. “Damn, dude. And you think it’s love?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble a bit uncomfortably.

“You’ve got three choices, then,” he says.

“What are they?” I ask, trying to keep the begging out of my voice as I hope he has the answers I’m looking for.

“You can continue to sneak around and betray the OC, you can be honest with him, or you can end it with her.”

“What else you got? Is there some hidden choice I haven’t thought about?” I wonder aloud, not really liking any of those options whatsoever.

“Afraid not, brochacho.” He sighs. “I’ll be honest, man. The sneaking around bullshit is tough. Ava and I did it for a little while, and I wouldn’t wish it on you, little bro. Be proud of who you’re with, or don’t be with them.” He says it like it’s so simple, so easy, when it’s just not.

Of course I’m proud to be with her. She’s amazing, and she’s fun and smart and sexy.

But maybe it’s better to end it now before we fall deeper and deeper into something we can’t get out of.

“You think I should end it with her?” I ask softly, the thought alone causing a hollow feeling in my chest.

“I didn’t say that, man. I think you should do whatever is right for you, and if that’s ending it with her so you don’t feel like you’re betraying Bill Dixon, then that’s what you should do. If it really is love, then be honest with him. You didn’t know who she was when you met, so it’s not like you went into it with the intention of betraying him. Maybe he’ll understand.”

“He won’t. Maybe he’s taken me under his wing, but that doesn’t mean he wants me porking his daughter,” I point out.

“No dad would ever want any dude porking his daughter,” he argues. “But maybe he’ll surprise you.”

Maybe he will. Or maybe he’ll take it out on me by punishing me on the field. Maybe he’ll decide he doesn’t want tight ends to have the role they do now, or he’ll be harder on me in practice, or he’ll backtrack in his vow to help me become the leader he sees in me. Maybe he won’t see that leader in me at all anymore, and it’ll spell the ultimate end of my career.

And maybe Grayson’s right, and none of that will happen, and I’ll be surprised as he welcomes me into his family with open arms.

But the slim chance of that happening might not be worth the risk when my own career and reputation are on the line.