Page 206 of So This Is War
“I’m so proud of you,” I say between kisses.
“It’s because of you,” she says as she kisses down my neck. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” I say as she lifts and grips my cock. She angles it at her entrance, then sits down on me.
“Mother . . . fucker,” I breathe. “Christ, I’ve missed you.”
I help her hips rock over me while our mouths meld again.
And it’s the best feeling ever.
This right here, being inside my girl, knowing that her future is bright from her hard work. Nothing could ruin this.
Absolutely nothing.
She moans into my ear, and I roar up inside her, just about ready to lay her on the floor.
Yup, this is perfect. All of this is so fucking?—
“What the fuck are you doing?” Coach Wood’s voice booms from the door of the locker room.
Everything in my body seizes as a tidal wave of dread nearly drowns me. I clench my arms around Wylie as I look over her shoulder at her steaming father.
Hands are clenched at his sides.
Eyebrows are slanted.
His neck veins look ready to pop right off his body.
And the only thing that comes to mind?
I’m absolutely fucked.
WYLIE
“What the fuck were you thinking?”my dad roars as he paces the small space of his office. “You weren’t, and that’s the problem. You weren’t thinking. You never think. You just do whatever is good foryouat the moment.” He looks me in the eyes. “That’s my player, Wylie. My goddamn player, and you were fucking him in my locker room.”
I shrink into my chair. He does have a valid point about the locker room. Everything else, not so much.
“That was reckless. Careless. Stupid. And all the more reason you are clearly not mature enough to handle your own decisions.”
“Dad—”
“No, don’t even start with me. I let you have your little vacation from reality, but it’s over. You’re going back to school, and that’s final. I’ll set up an internship in the meantime with one of my friends, and you are by no means allowed to see him anymore.” He points toward the door, where I know Levi is waiting outside. “And you’re moving back in . . .” He turns on me. “Wait, where have you been living? With him?”
I wince, and that’s all the indication he needs.
“Jesus Christ, how long has this been going on? This whole fucking time? Have you just been having some sort of sex vacation away from school?”
“No, Dad,” I say. “It isn’t like that.”
“It isn’t?” he yells. “Then explain to me what it is because right now, it seems like you’ve been ignoring your responsibilities to fuck one of my players.”
“I haven’t been ignoring them,” I say, angry at his assumptions. “I’ve been working my ass off?—”
“Doing what? Fucking my player?”
“No,” I yell as I stand from my chair. “I wasn’t just fucking him, Dad. I love him.”
