Chapter Ten

Carter

I’m in love, it’s as simple as that. Wide-eyed, heart-stopping, cock-throbbing, melt in her company, miss her when she’s away, teenage, nothing else in the world matters, can’t get enough of this feeling love. With a capital L. And the rest in a font so big you could see it from space.

It’s been three weeks in total since that first moment in the tunnel when I was absolutely convinced beyond any doubt that she was here to destroy either my career, Logan’s or both of ours, and now, almost a month down the line, my impression of her couldn’t be any different.

She is extraordinary and utterly unique, and I can’t think of better words to describe her. There are facets to her personality that combine to create that definition, that have left me aching for her like an addict when she’s not with me, and losing myself entirely in her when she is.

We have fun together, which I’d completely forgotten could exist in a relationship, and the sex, even with Logan hanging about like a dog with too many bones to lick at once, is better than I’ve ever experienced before.

I rile him constantly, and we joke about it together, but it wouldn’t be the same dynamic without him there. In the last three weeks, I have grown exponentially in outlook because before this I would have never considered a relationship between a girl and another guy as anything more than a joke, and I owe that entirely to Marissa and Logan.

I’m not backward or conservative by any means, but I am traditional and conventional and it took a while for me to accept the fact that what was happening between us - and is still happening now - was something that had long term potential, and, more than that, something that could actually work.

I sound like a freshman talking about his first love, but it isn’t all that different to that, and even though I’m naturally introverted with my emotions, unlike Logan who happily expresses every single thing that he feels at any given moment, I feel like I’m falling in love with Marissa, and the idea of all of us together in a way that is beginning to make this the most important personal experience of my life to date.

And when I say it like that, I know it’s serious. The best thing is that without us even saying anything to each other - except Logan, of course, Logan fell in love the second he clapped his eyes on her - I know it and I can feel it. The sex is getting better, we are spending more and more time together, I miss both of them when we aren’t together and just hanging out is almost as good as just hanging out naked and horny.

That’s the other thing about Marissa. That girl has no limits when it comes to the bedroom, absolutely no inhibitions when it comes to fucking. She loves to be dominated, which turns me on like you wouldn’t believe, and won’t say no to any suggestion either one of us have come up with to experiment. She’s got that butter wouldn’t melt look in her eyes, which is incredible to see, especially when she’s sucking on my dick. It’s never crude, though, or disrespectful when we fuck. It’s completely the opposite actually. Eye opening, enlightening, incredibly orgasmic.

We trust each other completely too. I can tie Marissa up while Logan feeds his dick into her mouth and we can role play while I pretend to punish her for some imaginary thing she’s done. We have an incredible, unspoken connection between us all, and it means we seem to know automatically what turns each of us on without having to hesitate through asking. I know that’s a rare and important thing because it’s never happened to me before with two people, let alone three.

I’ve had a lot of girls and a lot of sex but that doesn’t mean I’ve always had a meaningful connection in the bedroom. Any idiot can work out where to put his dick, but it takes chemistry for people’s brains to line up in the way all of ours do.

The challenge we all face now is making sure that it continues. Logan doesn’t give a fuck about the press, but if we let this get out the wrong way, it’s going to have a negative effect on both of our careers. It’s going to be hard to put a positive spin on something that is not going to be understood by anyone that hasn’t experienced it in the same capacity, although I don’t think it’s impossible. Arguably, Logan and I have a huge amount of influence in this sport and this country individually, together, that effect is just doubled.

For Marissa, things might be a little more complicated. I know she’s supposed to be here to look for a husband and her parents will freak out when they find out her heart has never been in the search, but I also know that’s not going to stop her telling them.

We just need to work out, between the three of us, what we do when she does. Between then and now, I’m going to make sure we see each other as much as possible. After then, who the fuck knows? But like I said before, I’m in love with this girl, and the situation she’s led me into, and that feeling is not going to go away.

“You in there, Carter?”

Jax is waving his hand in front of my face, I don’t know how long he’s been doing it for.

“I’m in here”, I say.

Jax shakes his head. “What the fuck has been up with you recently?”

Locker room before a game is always a mix of emotions, so it isn’t unusual for me to zone out and try to focus. I haven’t been aware I’ve been acting differently, and it’s not like we haven’t been winning. We’ve had our best results all season since Marissa invited Logan and me back to her room.

“If I didn’t know you better”, Jax says, “I’d say you were thinking about a girl.”

“Or maybe he’s just found out about meditation”, Keon says, tapping my helmet with his knuckle. “Got all spiritual and shit.”

“That all you got?” I say. “Spirituality or a girl? I sit here like this and focus before every game, it’s why we win.”

“Yeah”, Jax says suspiciously. “But you’ve been doing it differently the last few weeks. Not that I’m complaining, it’s just weird that’s all. Weirder than normal.”

“Thanks, Jax”, I say, smiling through my grill at him. “Maybe you’d be able to catch the ball more often if you gave yourself a moment of quiet reflection every time before we went out.”

“Nah”, Jax says with a wide smile, “I tried that bullshit once and felt like I was losing my mind. Besides which, I got you throwing it, so I don’t have to work so hard.”

“Then you better leave me alone to get on with it”, I say, keen to get back to thinking about Marissa.

We can win today with our eyes closed, even with Jax’s poor current record. We’re at home, up against the joke team of the league this year, which means I’ll be fresh enough for Marissa tomorrow and won’t have to travel across the country to come back for her.

When it’s time to file out onto the field, I’ll be focussed one hundred percent on winning the game, but until then and after it’s done, it’ll be one hundred percent on winning Marissa, whatever anyone else thinks, and not just for this season either.

Logan

This is unreal. Unbeaten in the league so far - alright, not quite, but I’m not counting that Jets game because Carter was playing like a superhuman that day and we all know why - unbeaten in my private life too. Carter’s got to take some credit there as well, I suppose, but I’m not going to let him catch on I’m a fan of his game as well as his game. That would swell his head so large he wouldn’t even fit into the room. He struggles as it is now. If those shoulders weren’t as large as they were -. Damn. That’s the fourth fucking time today I’ve had a ball fly over my head and out of bounds. I watch it sail just out of reach but make a token leap for it anyway because I know that shit looks better on re-run then just giving up half way to it, and standing there like a village idiot watching a plane fly overhead with my hands on my hips and my head shaking from side to side in confusion.

It isn’t me. Like I say, I’m on top of my game. It’s our quarterback, CJ. He’s been throwing dummies all game.

I’d jog over and have a word but the queue is already too long, and by the time I’d have managed just a pair of words, we’re already back in formation.

I suppose I should be thinking about the game, but I can do that with my eyes closed, and I’d much rather think about Marissa instead. That girl has got me pining like a puppy lost in the woods every time she goes away, scratching like a horny dog with a swollen dick every time she lets me know she’s around to play. I know Carter’s the same, even though he doesn’t like to admit it. He’s got those huge I’m falling in love and I can’t help it eyes you usually see on freshmen first time away from home and out in the big wide world, even though he likes to play it cool. I get it, Carter’s got a lot more to lose than me if this whole thing goes tits up, which I know it won’t, by the way, plus he’s been burned at least twice before in the past. That, and Marissa sucks dick like she’s trying to inhale the plastic from the bottom of a smoothie, so it’s kind of impossible not to fall for her.

Me? I’m less complicated than Carter, much easier to understand. The three of us work well together. Marissa is open minded, dirty as hell and has the stamina of a Himalayan mule, Carter is brooding, strong and quiet enough most of the time, whereas I’m the loud, excitable, charismatic one. I’m animated and I know it, but if I wasn’t, half of the shit we’ve managed to get up to already might have taken months for us to agree on doing. It’s kind of weird to think about it only two weeks down the line, but this three-way Mexican standoff love-in, whatever you want to call it, is already working better than any other two-way standard walkie talkie relationship I’ve ever been in.

That goes for the sex too, which is as hot as the tip of the devil’s tail. We work through a range of different emotions in the bedroom, some of my favorites being Carter’s O face when he knows can’t hold back an orgasm anymore and fights silently against it, then the reactions he has when I tell him I’m going gay and pretend to try to rub my balls against his when we are both inside Marissa. I do it to wind him up, because I’m just as uninterested in that as he is, but it makes me laugh to see him so scared of the possibility any part of our bodies might touch while we’re at all. Other than that, anything that Marissa says, does, thinks or suggests gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside I sometimes can’t work out what I’ve done to deserve.

I guess I’m just lucky. I always have been that way, I suppose. Lucky with girls, lucky with my health, lucky with my winning personality and all-American smile and lucky with this game, which at the moment I’m making look like child’s play. Seriously, I might need to close my eyes to make this a little bit harder for myself. Finally, CJ gets his act together and drills the ball in a perfect line through their tired defense and into my outstretched right hand. It’s a hard catch for most people, but I’m not most people, and I pluck that thing out of the air like I’ve just selected the ripest apple from the top of the tree. Breaking into pace to outrun the safety, I think to myself that I should have probably made that look a bit harder than it was. I’m not even breaking sweat when I cross the twenty-yard line, slow up a little bit to see where everyone is and then accelerate again into the end zone.

I’m not one to brag much, but that was fucking exhilarating. A one-handed catch falling backward followed by fifty yards with everyone else scratching their dicks and chewing the dust. I do a celebratory forward flip and then slam the ball into the ground for good measure. That’s the first passing touchdown this game from either side and it both pushes me closer to a season record, and the score way out of the reach of this chumped up side. If CJ has just got his aim in, there’s enough time to put a few more on the board, based on the lazy way the Ravens are playing against us. In contrast, if we had Carter on this team instead of our woefully inconsistent quarterback, I’d already be celebrating a record score march. I’m not sure if I really want to mix pleasure and pleasure, but Carter and I make such a good team, we’d be unstoppable on the field and off it. It would make it way easier to hook up with Marissa after the game too, if we were both in the same location. I never see her without him, which I guess might change in the future, but right now it’s a ball ache if all I want to do is relax and get it wet and Carter’s on the other side of the country.

All that will come out in the wash, though, when we get this whole situation sorted and Marissa tells her dickhead parents, and Carter lets me go public with it. Until then, I guess we just have to wait and enjoy the moments we all have time to get together, which, to be fair, has been almost every day over the last two weeks.

Marissa, Carter and I have done stuff over that time I didn’t even know was possible. It makes me hard just thinking about it, and excited to the point of salivation dreaming up other possible scenarios in which way we can fuck. Marissa may have a complicated life, but that’s not going to stop any of us making sure what we have now continues for as long as possible. I’ve got my mind fixed on short term goals and long term love, and as precipitous or arrogant as it might sound now, I know my future self will thank me for having the confidence to admit it. I want Marissa permanently and will do everything in my power to make that happen, even if Carter has to come along for the ride. We can always turn him into our man servant or butler, I suppose. If there is anyone that looks like he knows his way around a kitchen it’s the Jets’ star player.

Failing that, he can always keep Marissa happy when I have to go away with my team. I guess I’ll allow him that luxury, as long as he keeps the house clean and gives me my fair share when I come back home. You’d think having two men at the same time would tire Marissa out, if anything, this princess is even more active for it. You’ve got to love that, right?