EXTRA POINT
Gillian
THIS WAS THE polar opposite of letting go.
Frantic to be alone for the last few precious days we had left, Lucas and I were taking risks we shouldn’t have been taking.
Sneaking around.
Hiding in places that weren’t that hidden just to press our bodies together.
Being careless.
It had been almost a week since we’d gotten back together after our break up, for lack of any other word, and time was running out—quickly.
Earlier in the week, I had even gone to back wondering if telling my father was really that bad of an idea. He might just be okay with it. He might just embrace the idea.
Then again, he might not.
His star quarterback had looked phenomenal on the field all week and he was actually smiling at him whenever they passed each other. I’d witnessed it numerous times.
Lucas was his Hail Mary.
And because of that, because I knew how important Lucas was to my father, I wouldn’t tell him. Couldn’t tell him. The risk was too great.
It might just ruin everything.
For everyone.
Tonight might be our last night on the Olivet campus, but it wouldn’t be Lucas and my last night together. We were going to be spending the next two nights together in Chicago before I had to leave for Florida.
I’d already told my father I was going to be staying at my favorite hotel in Chicago until my early morning flight on Saturday so that I could catch up on some rest and attend a yoga seminar that was being held close by.
He never questioned it. In fact, he wasn’t even going to Lake Forest right away, but instead to some golf resort for a few days before heading home.
This was so unlike him, and when I asked him about it, he just told me he wanted to catch up on some rest, too.
Made sense.
Time was passing so slowly. I laid on my bed wide awake. Waiting. Usually I fell asleep and then woke when Lucas came to me, but tonight I found myself unable to do so. It was midnight by the time I heard him slipping into my room.
A few things had changed between us. A few things had been figured out. A few things hadn’t.
We’d discussed us, and decided once I left we’d talk on the phone when we could and then, when I finished school, well, we’d take it from there. The season would almost be over by then and neither of us knew what would happen afterwards.
Would he still be playing for the Bears?
What city would I get a job in?
Could we manage a long-distance relationship?
Neither of us had answers to any of those questions. It wasn’t the most upbeat situation, but it wasn’t the worst, and I could live with that.
As soon as he locked the door, we stared at each other for the longest time without saying a word. Knowing this was our last night in this room was part of it. The other part was the unknown that was coming so fast.
Discussing this with him seemed like something I should do, but I was still trying to figure out exactly what to say when I forgot about everything.
I don’t know who moved first, him or me. I only knew that his lips were on mine and they felt so good I wasn’t going to deny the moment just so we could talk about something that suddenly seemed to have been talked to death.
I opened for him—my mouth, my arms, my legs, and my heart.
His hand curled against the back of my neck, possessively, drawing me nearer. Need so big, so large it was like an ocean, a mountain, the world, was consuming us.
My pulse was pounding.
Still without words, he pulled away and unbuttoned. Unzipped. I tugged my shirt off, my leggings, my panties. Eyes only on each other, both naked, our bodies found one another as if we were two magnets.
Frantic for each other, we kissed. We touched. We tangled ourselves together.
His hands roamed.
Mine did the same.
He kissed my mouth, my jaw, my chin, my neck, and then lower.
Only one light in the room was on, but I could see everything. All of him. The leanness of his body. The tanned, smooth skin that covered his ribs, his stomach, the jut of his hipbones, and his beautiful, long, fully erect cock. I reached for it, and the feel of him in the palm of my hand made my clit pulse with so much dizzying need that I had to close my eyes.
“Fuck me.” The words slipped from my mouth.
He made a noise and for a second I thought he wanted to say something, but then he rolled us over and before I knew it, I was staring down at his handsome face, straddling him.
I wanted to lick every inch of him, to kiss him from his head to his toes, and to tell him everything was going to be okay, but I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to ruin the moment with words. Instead, I shifted a little, raised myself the smallest amount, and then he was inside of me. Ecstasy. With a shudder, I squeezed my knees against his sides and absorbed the pleasure.
After a few moments, he started to move. Slow. Easy. Up and down. In and out. My hands flattened on his chest. His body continued to lift and fall, his hands now possessively gripping my hips.
“I love you.” This time there was no “I think I could.” This was the real thing. The words just came out in a hushed whisper, and there was no taking them back now that they’d been said. And I didn’t want to.
“I love you, too,” he whispered back.
Those words were spoken between us like a secret, but that was all that had to be said.
It was all that could be said.
Declarations couldn’t change the fact that the end was near. I accepted this. These last few nights would be what we had together—for now, and maybe for always.
So I lowered my mouth to his, and I kissed him with everything I had. Gasps of pleasure escaping through open-mouthed kisses filled the room. And then all that was left was he and I, and absolutely no sadness.
It became hard to concentrate on kissing him when with every slide of his cock there was a glorious press against my clit.
Our need for each other kept building.
Higher and higher.
On the edge, I wanted more. I had to have more. I pushed upright and rode him. Faster. Harder. Eyes locked, he fucked upward and I rolled my hips.
My heart beat faster.
My breath rushed out.
And then I was coming.
He was coming.
It was fast.
Intense.
My body quaking in perfect spasms of ecstasy, I looked down at him. He stilled, groaned, and I could feel his cock pulse inside me as he rode out his own release.
Once our breathing slowed, he pulled me to his chest and held me tightly. He kissed my head. Once, twice, three times. I never wanted this night to end. I wanted to stay awake until he had to leave, but soon exhaustion won out and sleep pulled me under.
Early in the morning, too early, I awoke in my bed—on top of him. “Lucas,” I whisper yelled.
At first he didn’t move.
“Lucas, it’s morning.”
That statement made his eyes fly open.
“We fell asleep. You have to get out of here.”
Like a bat out of hell, he flew out of bed and got dressed as fast as he could. He started for the door, but then hurried back to me. Slipping down the sheet, he stared at my naked body, and then with a wicked grin, he kissed me once and said, “I’ll see you tonight in Chicago.”
I smiled up at him. “Tonight,” I whispered.
Everything that happened after that happened so fast.
Like he always did, he cracked open the door to make sure the coast was clear. But it wasn’t the middle of the night. It was the early morning. And as soon as he slammed the door closed, my heart stopped, because I knew. I knew we’d gotten caught. I just didn’t know by whom.
“Who’s out there?” I asked, my voice failing in alarm.
Before Lucas could answer, the door flew open and practically bounced off the wall. My entire body went taut when I saw my father looming in the opening.
A dark cloud seemed to shadow the room as he took in the scene. Me naked on the bed. Lucas tiptoeing out in the early hours of the morning. It wasn’t like I could make up an excuse. It wasn’t like I could do anything. It wasn’t like it was hard to figure out that we’d screwed.
I snatched the blankets up to cover myself fully, but it was too late. Too late to do anything.
“What are you doing in my daughter’s room?” my father roared as his gaze shifted from me to Lucas.
“I can explain,” Lucas bit out.
Fury blazed in my father’s eyes.
“Lucas, leave, let me talk to my father,” I cried out.
Lucas’s body coiled tightly and I could see he wasn’t going to back down.
My father stepped toward Lucas. Neither of them looked at me. I worried my father was going to punch Lucas. I worried Lucas was going to punch my father. “What exactly is there to explain?” my father spat. “It’s pretty clear to me you took advantage of my daughter.”
“No, Daddy, that’s not true,” I shouted.
They moved toward one another, both sets of their fists balled at their sides. It was like I wasn’t even in the room.
Hot tears pricked my eyelids as I scurried off of bed. Wrapping the blanket around myself, I lunged forward and stood between the two of them before either of them could say or do anything else that would destroy all of us. I placed a palm on each of their chests when I spoke. “Daddy, stop! This isn’t what you think it is. Not at all. I love him.”
My father cringed at my words. Then again, there was no way for him to understand any of it. “Love?” He practically spat the word.
I forced myself to breathe deeply. “Yes, I love him,” I said, my voice quivering despite my best efforts to steady it. “And he loves me.”
My father’s expression grew dark. “Carrington, in my office, now! Gillian, you and I will discuss this later.”
There was an edge in his voice that told me just how angry he was, and I knew better than to challenge him. All of my fears had been realized. I wasn’t worried for me, but I was terrified for Lucas.
I didn’t know what my father would do and I didn’t think I could fix this.
When he yanked my hand as if to separate me from his quarterback, I frowned and turned to fully face Lucas. “Lucas, you have to go,” I implored.
His gaze was distant even as he spoke. “I’ll be okay,” he told me, as if that would convince me.
I shook my head.
“Carrington!” My father’s voice boomed. “My office now.”
I twisted back toward my father. “Let me explain first,” I pleaded.
He ignored me. “Now, Carrington! Or you’re off the team.”
Dread filled my chest and my heart squeezed the breath right out of me. I opened my mouth to speak again. To try to calm him down.
“Don’t,” Lucas whispered, warning me to keep quiet.
I ignored him. I had to. “Daddy, please let me explain.” I was practically begging.
It didn’t matter.
He wasn’t listening, and Lucas was already leaving with my father hot on his heels, and slamming the door behind him.
I clutched the material tighter around my body and my lips quivered as I stared at the door. I wanted to go after them both, but I knew my efforts would only make things harder for Lucas.
There was nothing I could do . . . but wait.