Sage

Sage

When I finally am able to shake off the orgasm-induced haze, I stumble out of the bathroom and back to my table. I tried to clean myself up as best as I could, but I can still feel Trevor’s cum inside me, and I fucking hate how turned on that makes me.

As I sit down, Jackson smiles up at me. Not in a sweet doting way, more like a wolfish ‘I’m going to devour you’ way. A way that before Trevor and his airheaded bimbo walked in, had me more than ready to ride his cock until the sun came up. Now, despite the fact Jackson is definitely more my typical speed, I can’t get those bright blue eyes out of my head. That clean un-inked skin. The almost threat in his voice as he told me all I’d be able to think about was him. And I’m pissed that the motherfucker was right.

We finish up our dinner, and Jackson pays the check quickly before placing his hand on my lower back as he ushers us out of the restaurant. When we get to the street, he starts guiding me toward his Mercedes G-Wagon parked in the corner lot. I do my best to push the annoying, privileged, entitled, blond quarterback out of my head and focus on this tall, dark, and tattooed sex-on-a-stick of a man in front of me.

Instead of opening my door, Jackson backs me up against the door, caging me in with his thick corded arms. I smirk up at him, knowing what comes next and more than ready to get this night rolling. His lips come down to my own, a little softer than I had anticipated for him. Like, a lot softer. Like almost too pillowy, soft, and squishy. This kiss is like we are in a bad rom-com movie or something.

The feeling of his full lips is actually a little disgusting. Like two wet marshmallows sticking to me against my will. Oh my god. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a horrific kiss before. Pulling away from my mouth, he begins kissing down my neck, leaving a sloppy wet trail in his wake. Oh god. This is fucking gross. How can this guy have been alive for twenty-four years, and no one has told him what a terrible kisser he is? Nope, nope. Can’t do it. As much as I’d love to fuck Trevor’s little stunt right out of my system, I’m not willing to sacrifice myself in the process.

I slide out from under his caged in arms, giving him what I hope is a sympathetic smile.

“Thanks for dinner. I had a great time.”

He blinks his eyes slowly, as if he’s clearing his lust-fueled haze.

“Wait, what?”

“I have to get going. Travel day and all for the game tomorrow, right?”

Jackson frowns as he takes a step closer to me.

“I thought you were coming over. Spend the night or something?”

I feel bad at the true disappointment on his face, but then I remember the feeling of his almost slimy lips on me, and my sympathy wanes.

“Rain check? I’ll see you tomorrow on the plane,” I smile as I turn on my heels and high tail it out of there.

Once I round the corner, I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. God, that’s just not even fair. The way that man oozes sex appeal, he should be a lot more skilled than that. I think I should just be thanking my lucky stars he didn’t try to use his tongue.

I shiver at the thought, unlocking my car quickly before sliding in. It doesn’t take me too long to get back to Trevor’s house, and when I step inside, I notice almost all the lights are off apart from the glow of his bedroom light under his door. I’m not stupid, I know why he’s up so late despite the fact that our plane leaves at six in the morning tomorrow.

He wants me to go in there. He wants to know that I couldn’t continue my date because of our little romp in the bathroom. What he doesn’t know is that isn’t at all the case. That I had every intention of screwing that memory right out of my head. Unfortunately for me, I chose the wrong guy to do that with.

Though I’m more than a little sexually frustrated and would love nothing more than to finish this night off with an orgasm or two, I know I shouldn’t. If the balance of power tips, he will be the one in control, and I don’t play like that. I’ll never let a man have control over me again.

Reigning in my self-control, I turn in the opposite direction and head toward the room I’m staying in, locking the door for good measure. Whether to keep Trevor out or me in, they are both good options. After I go through my nighttime routine, I climb into bed and close my eyes, irritated when the first image that pops into my head is that familiar handsome face staring at me in a bathroom mirror.

My alarm goes off too fucking early, and as much as I want to turn it off and roll over, I know I have to be at the game to get some more content, and if I miss the team plane, my ass will be paying for my own later flight. That’s not happening.

So, I slide out of bed, take a quick shower and do a bare minimum blow dry before deciding to just throw my hair up into a messy bun. Maybe I can get a few more hours of sleep on the plane since we’re flying all the way out to Philadelphia today.

I grab the bag that I had the good sense to pack before my date last night and my purse before heading downstairs. When I come to the bottom of the steps, I hear the blender going off and see Trevor manning it in the kitchen. He’s in street clothes. Just a pair of gray sweatpants and a Seattle Crusaders T-shirt that is wrapped around his body like a second skin. I try not to let my eyes drop but c’mon, gray sweatpants. It’s like he’s trying to get the attention of every woman within a twenty-mile radius.

And he would too. Trevor Michaels fills out anything well, but gray sweatpants are my new favorite thing to see him in. He sees me staring at him, which sucks because a cocky grin falls across his face as he winks at me.

“Morning, Raven. How’d your date go?”

“Great,” I lie. “Sorry if I woke you. Got in kinda late,” I say with a yawn that’s not all that fake. It’s just not from a night of being fucked against the headboard like I had originally planned.

Trevor stops the blender, pouring two smoothies before sliding one to me. I frown at the gesture before nodding my head in thanks. Trevor lifts his own cup to his mouth as he takes several gulps before running his tongue across his lower lip, though I don’t know why. It’s not like there’s anything spilled on them.

“Really? Would you consider eleven late for a date?”

I go to argue and more so lie that I got in much later when he raises his phone and waggles it at me.

“High-tech security system, remember, baby? I watched you pull in last night.”

Cheeky fucker.

“What, were you sitting by your phone, just counting down the minutes until I pulled up?” I fire back, causing his cocky grin to slip away, as irritation flashes to the forefront of his features.

“I definitely have more important things to be doing than waiting around for you to get done with a subpar fuck.”

God, if only he knew how true his statement no doubt is. Not that I’d ever give him the satisfaction.

“Like track down where I’m at and bring a fake date to keep an eye on me?” I say with a raised eyebrow.

Trevor scoffs and rolls his eyes as he takes another drink of his smoothie.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“No, what’s ridiculous is that every time I laughed or smiled in Jackson’s direction, you looked like you were ready to have a coronary.”

I set down my smoothie and take a step toward him as I continue speaking.

“What’s ridiculous is that when I get up to go to the bathroom, you follow me like a territorial dog.”

Another step.

“The most ridiculous thing is how you bent me over that bathroom counter, nothing but pure jealousy and irritation on your face as you fucked me.”

“Jealousy?” he scoffs like it’s the most insane statement he’s ever heard. But he doesn’t deny it which makes me take a final step to him, pressing my chest against his as I tilt my head up and smirk.

“You were jealous last night. Jealous I went out on a date instead of staying in and riding your cock. You were jealous I was giving my attention elsewhere, and you needed to steal it back in the most petty way possible.”

I expect him to deny it, to push me away or scoff at me like he loves to do. Instead though, he pushes his body even closer to me, lifting his hand to cup my chin as he tilts up just slightly, those bright blue eyes boring into me as he speaks.

“It got you home, didn’t it? You didn’t sleep in Donatello’s bed. You were in mine, not the bed I would have preferred you in, but one of mine all the same. If you didn’t already know this, you do now. When I want something, I take it, and I make no apologies for how I get it.”

I don’t know what to say to that. Mainly because I feel like there is more being said than what his words convey, but I’m not too sure that I want to know what they mean. So instead, I swallow and nod.

“I could tell.” I laugh, though it doesn’t come out as smooth and confident as I was hoping.

His eyes flare, but the rest of his expression doesn’t change as he speaks.

“Good.”

As if the building tension between us suddenly dissipates, he takes an easy step away from me, grabbing his smoothie and the packed duffle bags at his feet before nodding toward the car.

“Let’s go, Raven.”

I grab my smoothie and bag before following him out as we load our things into his Range Rover and make the quick drive to the airport. We don’t say a word on the car ride there, and barely acknowledge each other when we get inside the plane. Trevor is ahead of me and walks straight to the back where Slater, Declan, and Sebastian are sitting. All who smile at him, well, except for Sebastian.

My eyes scan over the rows before landing on Jackson who gives me a disinterested sneer. Okayyy, looks like someone is a little salty about last night. If I was a bigger bitch, I’d tell him the real reason why I couldn’t get away from him fast enough. Lucky for him, though, I’m tired and a little disoriented from this morning’s encounter so instead, I take an empty window seat near the coaching staff and roll up a sweatshirt against the window before closing my eyes.