Chapter Twenty-Two
Wade
I watched with bated breath as Eryn took the ball to serve the match point. While Eryn was easily the best player on the team, serving wasn't her strongest point. It wasn’t that she couldn't do it, but it just wasn't something she focused on.
Still, if Leena had injured her wrist, Eryn was definitely the next best choice. I held my breath as she served – and then let it out in a roar of triumph as I watched the ace bounce on the floor in the corner of the opposing court.
All I wanted was to rush onto the court and sweep her up in my arms – but of course, I couldn't do that. We had to make do with a polite handshake, and then another polite wave in the parking lot later.
Since her sister was in town, there would be no meeting up later to celebrate. Eryn had previously told Anne about the kiss she and I shared, and Anne had warned her in no uncertain terms to stay away from me outside of volleyball.
It was, of course, perfectly understandable. We both knew how much trouble would come from anyone finding out about our relationship, so we had to simply keep it on the shadows.
It was hard, though, especially seeing as we'd managed to spend a lot of time together over the last week when Eryn had been recovering from her ankle injury. Now, as desperately as we longed to be together, that wasn’t an option.
I was pulling into my driveway when my phone rang. I took it out and answered the call just as I put the car in park. I didn't recognize the number.
“Hello, Wade Vinson here, what can I do for you?”
“Hello, Mr. Vinson, my name is Charlie Jefferson. I was at the volleyball game earlier.”
“All right,” I replied, already curious as to what the call was about and how this man had my number. “And how can I help you, Mr. Jefferson?”
“Please, call me Charlie. I'd like to speak to you about some of your players, actually. I'm a talent scout, you see.”
“Really? Well, sure, we can do that.”
“Are you able to meet up with me shortly for a late lunch? I have another game to get to this evening, and it's a two-hour drive away.”
“Sure thing. We can meet up at Captain Dorego's if you like? They have great seafood,” I suggested.
“Sounds good. See you there in say, 40 minutes?”
“See you there. Uh, how will I recognize you?”
“I'm wearing a brown sports coat, black pants, red T-shirt. Short brown hair, goatee,” he said.
“Got it. I'll see you soon.”
I cut the call off, wondering what this guy wanted to say. I knew, of course, that if he was interested in some of my players, Eryn would no doubt be top of the list – and the fact both worried and excited me.
There was only one way to find out what he was offering, so with that in mind, I headed inside to relax for a few minutes before heading out again.
*****
Charlie wasn't hard to spot – he was a pretty distinctive-looking guy. Not quite handsome, but definitely different looking. He grinned broadly as I walked in, and he offered me his hand. I shook it, and he almost crushed my hand with his bear grip.
“Sit down, Mr. Vinson, sit down!” he said with a smile.
“Thanks. Nice to meet you, Charlie. And please, call me Wade.”
“Sure thing, Wade. Now, as I said, I don't have much time. So, let me cut right to the chase. I know it's early in the season, but I've been sent on a mission to find the best female volleyball players in the country. I'm starting out here on the East Coast, and heading all the way across the country. I have a lot of stops to make, so I'm only looking for the very top players from every college. And so far, two of your players have caught my eye.”
“Let me guess,” I said. “Eryn and Leena?”
He smiled. “Those very two, yep. They really do have amazing talent.”
“That they do.”
“And, I imagine you probably don't want to let 'em go. Without 'em, your team is likely to drop a few places in the league, and this winning streak you're on is likely to end.”
“That's true. So, what are you offering in exchange for these players?”
“I'm from Stanford, and we want to put together the best female team in the country. For the players, we're offering full scholarships. I'm talking no fees, accommodations taken care of, everything, the works. Those girls won't pay a cent as long as they play at the level they're currently operating at. We'll take care of transferring academic credits from Florida State, too. Everything will be sorted out.
“In return, we'll compensate FSU to the tune of...well, I can't say yet, as we'll have to negotiate the amount, but let's just say a handsome sum. And you, as coach, will get some of it as commission.”
I nodded. I wasn’t really sure about the logistics of it, but if it was on the up and up, it was great news for Leena and Eryn – fantastic news, in fact.
But for me, not so much. In fact, it was terrible news. Not only would I lose my two star players, but I'd lose the girl of my dreams. And she'd not only be moving across the country, she'd be going right to the state I'd just done everything to escape from.
Still, it was selfish of me to be thinking about myself. This was a golden opportunity for both of them, and it wasn't up to me to decide whether or not they should take it.
“That sounds like a very generous offer, Charlie,” I said, my words careful and measured as I tried to disguise the disappointment and concern in my voice. “Is this just a courtesy meeting, then? Can’t say I’ve ever been in this situation before.”
“Well, as their coach, I'd like you to talk to the girls about this offer first. If they're interested, you can put them in touch with me, and I'll make sure everything happens as it should.”
I nodded. “All right, I can do that.”
He smiled and handed me his card. “Here you go – you can call me on this number anytime, day or night, or just email me if you want. But please, don't delay too long, all right? My boss has made this a priority, and if they don't show interest in the offer soon, I'm sure I'll find plenty of other girls who will; you get what I'm saying?”
“I understand. I'll let them know as soon as possible,” I assured him.
“I hope you do. They really are immensely talented players. And you know, they could really go all the way, if you know what I mean. The next Summer Olympics are less than two years away, and Team USA could really use some fresh talent. I know your reputation, Wade, so I know you won Olympic gold a few years ago. I'm sure you'd want the same honor for your players, wouldn't you?”
I nodded. “I sure as hell would.”
“Good. I know you have their best interests at heart. Just please tell them about this offer as soon as you can.”
“I will.”
*****
Once our lunch was over, I made a few phone calls to check on the legitimacy of Charlie’s offer. Once I was satisfied, I drove home still in a daze.
Of course, I wanted the best for Eryn. I wanted, more than anything, for her to realize her full potential and for her dreams to come true. She had what it took to make it to the very top, and this was the opportunity of a lifetime.
But it would take her across the country, which meant away from me. And as much as I cared for her, I’d try to make it work. She’d probably do the same and we’d imagine that the distance thing wouldn't be a factor.
Except...it would.
It wasn't just a matter of money – I had more than enough of that. But flying across the country every week or two would be tough. It wasn't just a matter of getting on the plane; it was going through airports, security, waiting for planes, taking taxis, and that was when we could fit it into our busy schedules. It all added up, and neither of us could afford to be chronically exhausted from excessive traveling.
I pulled into my driveway and parked, sitting there for a moment deep in thought. When I got out, I walked slowly into my house. I had a lot to think about, even though I knew what I would do –the only honest and decent thing to do.
Not telling Eryn about the offer certainly meant she'd stay here, our secret relationship would continue, and I could take this team to the top of the division. I'd win praise and admiration, as would Eryn. After another year, she'd graduate, and then we could finally go public with our relationship and no longer have to meet in secret.
But she'd miss out on the chance to go to one of the top universities in the country, fully funded, and play with the very best, hand-picked players from across the country.
Right now, she'd told me about some situation with her scholarship here at FSU. While she hadn't given me all of the details, it seemed that there were a few problems and that if things didn't go perfectly, they'd withdraw the scholarship.
I didn't know the full details of her financial situation, but it was obvious enough. With her mom's medical troubles, if Eryn lost that scholarship, I knew that she'd have to drop out of college.
I knew the right thing was for her to take this opportunity. There was no way around it. If she and I could somehow make things work with being on different coasts, well...I guessed I could only dream of that.
But that concern was secondary. Eryn's future was at stake, and I needed to tell her about this soon.
With a heavy heart, I picked up my phone and dialed her number. “Hi, Coach Vinson,” she said as she answered.
I guessed from her tone of voice and the fact that she was calling me Coach Vinson that she was with her sister. But that didn't matter; I was, after all, talking about “official business” here.
“Look, Eryn, I've got some real big news. About volleyball. And, I think that your mom and sister will want to hear it, too. Is it all right if I come over to your place?”
“Um, all right. Do you know how to get here?”
I chuckled as she said that; I knew she was only saying that to get her sister off her case.
“I think I remember,” I replied. “When can I come over?”
“Well, my mom and sister are here now, so whenever is good,” she stated.
“Perfect. I'll see you in a few minutes.”
I cut off the call and sighed. Just as things were starting to feel right between us, it was going to end. I should have known it had been too good to be true, too much of a fairytale for it to last forever. Still, I could at least take pride in knowing that I was doing the right thing.
I locked up my house, got into my car, and began the drive to Eryn’s apartment, knowing that neither of our lives would be the same after I'd finished telling her about the offer.
*****
I waited for some kind of response, but everyone was silent, and they remained silent for longer than I was comfortable with. I was focused on Eryn. There were tears forming in her beautiful eyes – tears of joy and of sadness at once. She understood immediately what the opportunity meant for her future, but also what it meant for us.
Her sister was the first to break the silence.
“Wow. Stanford. Oh my God, Eryn, Stanford!” She said in stages like it was just starting to sink in. “Stanford! They're going to give you a full scholarship! And, you'll be playing with the best players from all over the country!”
I could see she wanted to resist, though, as tempting as the offer was.
“But...I'll be away from Mom. Who's gonna look after her if I'm not here?”
“I can look after myself, young lady,” her mother said. “I may be a little under the weather now, but I'm getting better! Eryn, this is one of the greatest opportunities of your life! You'll never get another chance like this. I'd be the worst mother in the world if I allowed you stay here and give up a dream like that. Come on...there's no way you can turn this down. Don't worry about me. For once, put yourself first.”
Eryn looked across at me, her eyes pleading with me to give her a reason to stay. I wanted to, but I simply couldn't. I wasn't going to be selfish and throw her future away for my own sake.
“Eryn, I agree totally with your sister and your mother,” I said. “This is the biggest opportunity of your life. You absolutely have to grab it with both hands, right now. The scout told me that if you waste time, they may withdraw the offer and give it to someone else instead. You have to take it – you really do.”
I looked away, unable to look her in her eyes. There was too much sadness in my own eyes, and I didn't want her to see that.
Everyone in the room fell silent. After a few moments, Eryn spoke in a quiet but determined tone of voice. “All right,” she said. “It seems like there is only once choice here, really: I guess I'm going to Stanford.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Eryn
I still couldn't believe it. It was going to take some time to sink in – but it was real. It was beyond a dream, yet it was happening to me. I couldn't believe how things had changed so radically in such a short space of time; just a few weeks ago, it looked like my volleyball scholarship from FSU was going to be revoked, which would mean I would have to drop out of college.
And now, I was on the verge of accepting a full scholarship from one of the most prestigious universities in the country, to play volleyball with some of the best players in the country.
But then, I'd have to move to the opposite side of the country and be thousands of miles away from my mom…and Wade.
I wasn’t sure I could say I loved him; we’d only been together for a short time, but I had never connected with a man on the level I had connected with him. We had grown close so quickly and effortlessly that it was like what I imagined a modern-day fairytale was like.
Of course, I wanted to have it all: Stanford and Wade.
As soon as he had told me the news of the offer, my mind had gone into overdrive, desperately scrambling for some way I could both accept the offer and continue to be with him. However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it just wasn't a realistic possibility.
He sure as hell wasn’t about to give up the job he'd just taken at FSU to move all the way back to California. He hadn't told me all the details, but he had told me he'd wanted to get as far away from that place as possible. We didn’t have enough history to ask something like that of him.
I knew he'd suggest that we try to maintain a long-distance relationship. If he didn't suggest it, I would. But I thought that both of us knew it wasn't a viable possibility. I knew he could afford to travel easily enough, but I couldn't; I didn't think it was fair to ask him to do the majority of the flying, or ask him to buy me plane tickets to visit him.
No, the long-distance thing might sound like a possibility in theory, but in reality, it just wouldn’t work.
“Have you called the Stanford guy yet?” My sister's voice jolted me from my thoughts.
“Not yet,” I mumbled in reply.
“What? Come on, sis; what the heck are you doing? Pick up the phone and call the guy! Tell him you're gonna grab onto that damn scholarship with both hands!”
“All right, all right, I'll do it.”
She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. “What's gotten into you anyway? You're acting real weird about this whole thing. This is your dream, Eryn! It's what you've wanted for so long! It's like winning the lottery, seriously! I can't understand why you're not bouncing off the walls and doing cartwheels and somersaults.”
“I'm just tired, that's all. The game earlier really took it out of me. I had to use every ounce of strength in my body. I just need some rest, okay?”
She didn't seem to believe me, but she gave me some space. “All right, all right, I don't mean to argue about it.”
“Thanks. I'm sorry I'm in a weird mood. Like I said, I'm real tired from the game earlier, and this, this is just some really crazy news to deal with. It's all a bit overwhelming.”
“I understand. So, I'm guessing you don't really want to come out with May, Sara, and I for drinks tonight?”
“They're your best friends, Anne, not mine. I mean, I like them, I don't mean to suggest otherwise – but like I said, they're your friends. I was never close to them. It's fine; you go out and have fun with them. I'm just gonna rest.”
“Okay, sis. I'm going in about half an hour. I'll probably be back late.”
“All right. I think I'm gonna have a bath now and then head back to my place, so I guess I'll see you tomorrow.”
“Sure thing. Have a good restful evening, sis.”
“You, too, Anne. Love you!”
“Love you, too!” She gave me a warm, tight hug, and then went to the spare room to start putting on her makeup and getting ready.
I sat on the sofa, where Mom was dozing after we'd all watched a movie together. I was worried about her, as well. With both myself and my sister living across the country – and with my sister expecting yet another child, which would make finances for our family even tighter — what was gonna happen with Mom? She'd be by herself here, with nobody to come in an emergency. The thought of that almost made me sick.
Yes, she'd told me that she wanted me to take this opportunity. And, I knew how stubborn she could be. If I tried to refuse, and stay here with her, she'd get on my case and make me feel guilty about it, even though I was doing it for her.
That didn't stop me from worrying, though.
Just then, she started to stir and her eyes flickered open. “Ah, Eryn,” she murmured. “You're still here. I thought you'd be going out with Anne and her friends to have a drink to celebrate this wonderful news.”
“No, Mom, I think I'm just gonna stay in tonight. I'm real tired from the game. I'm just gonna have a bath here and then go back to my place, maybe watch some television, then get an early night.”
“Did you call the man from Stanford yet?”
Oh no, now she was getting on my case about that, as well.
“Not yet, Mom. And before you say anything, don't worry, I will call him. I'm just real tired, all right?”
“All right, don't worry; I wasn't going to nag you. But really, my dear, don't leave it too long. You heard what your coach said – it's a time-sensitive issue. He's such a nice man, that coach of yours, Mr. Vinson. Good Lord, he's a handsome one, too, isn't he!”
I couldn't help but chuckle. Oh, Mom, what would you say if you knew the truth about the two of us!
“He's a great-looking guy, yeah. And probably the best coach I've ever had.”
“I'm sure whatever coach you get at Stanford will be just as good. After all, it is one of the most prestigious colleges in the country.”
“I know, Mom, and I'm sure that whoever is coaching the team there will be amazing.”
“I think they will be. All right, well I'm feeling pretty bushed myself, dear. I think I need to get into bed.”
“Have you taken your meds, Mom?”
She smiled. “I have, yes. Such a caring daughter. I'm happy you and your sister are both here together. It's just like the old days. I'm such a lucky mother.”
I gave her a hug and squeezed her tightly. “Get some rest, Mom. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Eryn. Goodnight. Make sure you lock the front door on your way out, all right? Mrs. Haxton's apartment got robbed last week, you know. She left the door unlocked, and they just walked right in and took her TV and stereo while she was cooking. Terrible, really terrible.”
“Don't worry, Mom, I'll make double sure that I lock up. You get some rest now.”
“Goodnight, dear.”
“Night, Mom.”
I helped her up off the sofa and then watched her as she shuffled off to her bedroom. As I did, tears began to sting the corners of my eyes. I stifled a sob and then hurried off to my place.
*****
I walked in just as Leena was about to leave. “Hey, I didn't think you'd be back so early,” she said.
“Early? It's almost eight.”
“You know what I mean. I thought you'd be going out for drinks with your sister.”
“Nah, I'm just too tired.”
“But, Eryn, aren't you like totally excited about the scholarships we've been offered?! I'm still in shock!”
I gave her a hug. “Of course, I am! Jeez, it's like the best news ever! But I just need a quiet, restful night. We'll celebrate tomorrow night, okay?”
“Sounds good. I'm off to dance the night away with Simon,” Leena said as she grabbed a few things.
“Oh, Simon, huh?” I said with a grin and a wink. “So things are getting serious between you two?”
“I'm gonna be staying over at his place tonight after clubbing, so I guess you could say that,” she replied with a smile.
“Well, you two have yourselves a good time, and I'll see you tomorrow,” I replied.
We hugged each other one more time, and then Leena went on her way, leaving me alone in the apartment. I knew at once what I needed to do. I got out my phone and called Wade.
“Hey,” he answered, and his voice was full of uncertainty and worry.
“Hey, yourself,” I replied. “Look, I'm all alone at home, and Leena is gone for the night. Do you want to come over...and stay over?”
“Really? You have to ask? Yes. Yes, definitely. I'll be there in ten minutes.”
“It’s a 20-minute drive,” I laughed. “Hurry, but don’t die getting here.”
I cut the call off and could already feel my blood heating up. All of this tension, all of this worry, and all of this uncertainty – I was going to put them all aside and just live in the moment. And, I knew that Wade would do the same.
It felt like forever, those 20 minutes between me calling and him arriving, but when he did, no words were spoken between us. He kissed me passionately as soon as he stepped inside the door, and our hands were immediately all over each other's bodies. I could feel all of the tension, anxiety, and worry being exorcised through the connection shared between us.
Wade took off my T-shirt, lifting it quickly over my head as we took a break between kisses, and then I did the same for him, running my fingers over his gloriously sculpted abdomen. He reached around behind me with his powerful arms to snap my bra undone, and then stopped and looked at me for a moment.
“God, you are beautiful,” he said as he cupped his hand around the back of my neck and kissed me intensely.
He trailed kisses down my neck until his warm mouth was caressing my nipple, making it fully stiff. The swirling motion of his tongue sent swells of pleasure out from my chest and all across my body. As he was licking and sucking on my breast, he started moving his hands downward, brushing over my ribs and hips with soft, feather-light touches, each of which sent shivers of pleasant vibrations traveling up my skin.
He then unbuttoned my jeans, his mouth still sending wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me. After they were unbuttoned, he slid them off me slowly, moving his head down my body and placing soft kisses all over my stomach, ribs, and hips as he did. I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking it softly as I did, and watched as he moved his handsome face toward the warmth between my legs.
With a softly probing tongue, he licked gently at the opening of my slit and began placing gentle kisses and sucking softly all around my most sensitive areas.
“Mmm,” he whispered, “you're so wet; so damn wet.”
I gripped his hair tightly as he started lapping gently at my clit, which was now becoming engorged and swollen. Each of his firm, steady licks boosted waves of pleasure through me.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” I moaned, “so good.”
As he was flicking his strong tongue over my clit, he slipped two fingers inside me, feeding them in gently, inch by inch, and I shuddered and gasped as he started to move them in and out, in and out. The rhythm of his fingers in motion complemented the lapping of his tongue so perfectly that I couldn't help wondering if he was a drummer with such brilliant coordination.
He started to increase the pace and intensity of the motion of his fingers, and I could feel an orgasm building within me.
“Yeah, keep going, keep going,” I managed to moan through the bliss as I bucked my hips and ground against him, hardly able to retain control over what my body was doing any longer.
He kept the lapping and penetration up, and the pleasure increased and increased with massive force until, finally, the orgasm exploded through me with a rushing power, like a tsunami smashing ashore.
I cried out and pulled his head away from my crotch, too sensitive for that to continue. I shuddered and gasped as the orgasm continued to tear through me as he continued to thrust his fingers inside me. He slowed his rhythm to a halt as my shudders eased and I lay there trying to catch my breath.
I was determined that it was Wade's turn. Still panting and shivering from the intensity of how hard he'd brought me to orgasm, I dropped to my knees and unzipped his jeans, stroking the firm bulge that was pressing against the inside of his jeans as I did.
His cock sprang out as I pulled them down, pointing skyward with the rigidity of his erection. I took it into my mouth immediately, staring up into his eyes as I swirled my tongue around its head and watched lovingly as he gasped and shivered with pleasure.
He slipped his fingers through my hair and grabbed two handfuls of it.
“Oh God, yeah, damn that's good,” he moaned through clenched teeth.
His muscles contracted under my touch with the intensity of the pleasure, and I began to move my head back and forth, taking in as much of his substantial size as I was able to.
“Oh damn, damn, damn, damn,” he whispered through clenched teeth.
I moaned, the sound muffled by the fullness of his cock inside my mouth. It felt so good to be giving him such pleasure.
But then, he pulled my head away from him.
“No,” he whispered, “not yet. I'm not going to finish without making you cum again.”
We stumbled over to the kitchen counter, kissing passionately as we did, and with one sweep of his powerfully-muscled arm, he swept everything off the counter, and lifted me effortlessly up onto it. I was in a seated position with my legs spread open while he was standing before me, our bodies perfectly aligned.
He kissed me again and began rubbing on my clit, which was ready for whatever he wanted to give me – but his finger wasn’t what I wanted.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered in his ear as I teased his earlobe gently with my teeth. Instantly, his body stiffened and he let out a growl.
My words had spurred something in him and he immediately positioned himself to begin feeding his girthy length into me, inch by inch. With every inch that he slipped inside of me, I stretched and couldn't help but gasp and shudder in absolute pleasure.
Finally, he buried himself in fully, and I cried out and hugged him close.
“Holy hell,” I moaned in his ear. “God, you feel so fucking good!”
He kissed me deeply and picked me up from the counter, carrying me to my bedroom as he moved me ever so slightly up and down on his hard cock. I wanted more.
He sat down on the bed, still inside of me, me in his lap, his tongue penetrating my mouth with the same force that his manhood was penetrating me. With one, smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and began to move in and out, slowly at first, almost teasing me with the fullness of him, all while rubbing rhythmically on my clit.
Soon, as I moaned, cried out, and gasped, he started moving faster and faster, his strokes becoming more intense and forceful until they were blasting surge after surge of utter bliss through me. The force of another orgasm was building, and I knew this one would be much more intense than the previous one.
“Yes, Wade, harder. Please don’t stop; it's so good, so good...” I was nearly unaware of what I was saying, so caught up in the feeling.
He grunted as he began jackhammering, and with every frantic, deep, pounding thrust I could feel greater and more intense pleasure charging through me until the orgasm finally erupted. I cried out as waves of ecstasy tore through my body, screaming out again and again as he continued to drive into me. Moments later, I felt him pulsating inside me, and he cried out and shuddered madly as his own orgasm came on.
As the waves of bliss finally began to subside, he collapsed onto me, and we both lay shivering and breathing heavily in joyful silence for a few, long moments. He stayed inside me until finally he began to soften, at which point he pulled out.
“That...was amazing,” I gasped.
“It was,” he agreed, gasping and panting. “It really was.”
We lay there for a while, tangled up in one another, enjoying the bliss of the afterglow. I’d never felt closer to anyone than I did Wade at that moment.
Finally, he broke the silence. “You know...we have to talk about this Stanford thing sometime. We really do.”
“I know,” I replied, a sadness coming over me as the illusion was shattered. “I know. So, let's talk.”
“All right,” he replied. “Let's talk.”