two climaxes ago. The only things I’m capable of as he pumps himself in and out of my body are incoherent mmms and choked breaths.
There is nothing sweet about our lovemaking tonight. It is pure animalistic fucking, the adrenaline from the win fueling each drive of his hips.
Just when I think it isn’t possible for me to come any more for fear of drying out, the first stirrings of a fourth—impossible—orgasm begin.
“That’s it, baby,” he coos. “Give it to me. Come on my cock the way you did for my mouth and fingers.”
Mase’s dirty words give me the final push over the edge. I feel him spill inside me as I crest the highest peak, an arm snaking under my back to squeeze me to him tighter.
His thrusts turn lazy as we ride out the last few moments of pleasure.
Always cognizant of our vast size difference, he rolls to his side, taking me with him, tucking me into the hollow space above his armpit and pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head.
“Fuck I love you, baby.”
Mase’s awestruck confession is the last thing I’m conscious of before I fall asleep.
#Chapter39
After spending an entire uninterrupted night together after the Cotton Bowl—fucking, pigging out on room service, making love, and binge-watching a season of Ballers on HBO—Kay and I reluctantly rejoined society.
So many things seemed to happen at once after that and we entered the new year in a blur of activity.
First, the picture of my celebratory kiss with Kay did go viral. Thankfully she wasn’t upset, almost as if she expected and came to terms with it before it even happened. I’d complain, but if she’s not bothered by it, I can’t find it in me to fake that I am. I’ve set that gorgeousness as the home screen on my phone.
There has been one added bonus I didn’t expect: it seems the more attention we get for our—and please don’t have my balls for saying this—love story, the less concerned people seem to be about the details of what went down with Liam Parker. I’m sure that will change when he goes on trial for the assault and battery charges brought against him, but I’ll take the reprieve for now.
Colleges and universities are on winter break for academics, but the same cannot be said for sports. While Kay and her family—Bette, Tessa, and Savvy—flew to New England to see E and the Crabs play and CK headed home to Kansas, Grayson, the football team, and the cheerleaders flew back to Jersey, and JT and Dante returned to Kentucky.
Dr. Nikols officially cleared Kay to resume her normal activity, and she has spent every day since practices resumed working at The Barracks, whether coaching or running stunting clinics.
Still having to adhere to the NCAA’s restricted practice schedule and with no commitment of having to attend classes, my newfound freedom should be seen as a good thing. Sure, it’s allowed me to spend more time with Kay, but it also makes it so I don’t have a ready excuse for when Brantley summons me to the house.
I bring my wingman with me, but Trav ditches me to find the twins the second we step through the front door, leaving me to make my way to Brantley’s home office by myself.
With two quick raps on the door, I enter to find my stepdad sitting behind his desk. Brantley’s office is everything you would expect from a man who is the king of his castle. It’s large, with a massive oak desk the main feature in the room. There’s a working fireplace, wood burning and crackling as a fire burns in the hearth to help combat the chill of the winter. The wall behind the desk is floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking the manicured back yard, with the other prominent wall made entirely of matching oak bookcases filled with leatherbound law books and priceless first editions.
Two studded, tufted, camel-colored leather wingback chairs sit at forty-five-degree angles in front of the desk, and I make my way to one of them to take a seat.
“Mason,” my stepdad says, stepping out from behind the desk and taking the open seat beside me. “Son.”
Both the move to change his position and his word choice have me instantly on alert, confirming what I already expected—I’m not going to like what he has to say.
“I thought it was important we spoke before the team flies out to Santa Clara.”
I nod, thinking it’s safer than opening my mouth to speak, unsure