Page 59 of Playing to Win
I’d wanted to do more after I fingered her. I was willing to give her another orgasm—specifically with my mouth—and was hoping for some reciprocation, but ultimately, she fell asleep. Just…passed out within minutes, her breathing evening out, her body going soft.
Eventually I fell asleep too, too tired and drunk to keep my eyes open, I guess.
“You, uh, really leaving?” I ask when she still hasn’t said anything else.
“Yeah. I have an early class tomorrow. Well—today.” She glances over her shoulder, offering me a quick smile. “I had fun.”
She hadfun?That’s how she’s phrasing what we just shared?
I mean an orgasm is fun, don’t get me wrong, but…
“Um, yeah. Same.” My answer is lame and I fall back onto the mattress, closing my eyes.
What the fuck is happening right now?
Ruby stands and I can hear soft footsteps as she rounds the bed to my side, bending over and giving me a quick kiss on my fucking forehead. “I’ll see you later?”
I crack my eyes open and nod, staring up at her, hating how the roles have somehow…reversed? I seriously don’t know how to feel about this. “See ya, Red.”
She smiles. “Bye, Ace.”
The moment I hear the front door click shut, I’m bounding out of bed and running into the living room, peeking through the blinds. I feel like a shithead for not walking her out to her car, but it’s directly in front of my apartment, giving me an excellent view. I watch as she climbs into the fancy BMW, shuts the door and starts the engine, backing out and speeding away.
I drop the blinds and stand there for a moment, my mind reeling. She just…left. What if I hadn’t woken up? Would she have walked out without saying a word? I’m thinking yes.
Damn. Can’t help but feel kind of…
Used.
What the actual fuck?
* * *
Next dayat practice and I’m still sore over my encounter with Ruby. Not the sexual part of it because that was hot—she’s a dirty girl with some secret kinks I’d love to explore further if she gave me the chance, but I’m starting to think she doesn’t want to explore much else with me.
Which is a fucking strange feeling, I cannot lie.
I’ve hooked up with plenty of girls since I came here, doing a variety of things, including a quick little finger sesh. Most of the time, they’re so damn grateful that I got them off, they’re willing to do whatever I want afterward. Sometimes I take advantage of what they’re offering and sometimes I don’t. Depends on what I’m in the mood for.
Ruby didn’t offer anything. She fell asleep, for the love of God. Like my orgasm-giving skills have the ability to take her out, which I can’t help but feel proud of, but still.
I haven’t seen her all day and like a jackass, I don’t even have her number. Any other girl and I’d think I don’t need it anyway. But with Ruby?
I want it.
I fucking need her phone number.
Memories come back to me, one after the other. Ruby offering to help with my car—though I ended up having Derek help me. Me telling her I didn’t have her number when she said just call me. How she took mine and sent me a quick text.
Shit. Idohave her number.
I need to text her. After practice.
We’re an hour in and I’m playing like a giant fuck-up. Constantly throwing the ball away when my receivers are too covered, which is like every time I try to pass. I even throw an actual interception that has me cursing up a storm, walking in circles with my hands on my hips as I mutter under my breath on the sidelines. Mattson eventually puts the second string in to play, supposedly to give me ‘a break,’ as he calls it.
Already cracking under pressure is how I’m describing what’s currently happening to me. I’m a fucking hot mess and pissed about it, too. One game in and this is what happens? What the hell is my problem? I can’t cut it?
“What’s your deal?” Mattson asks me at one point, when it feels like everyone is out on that field but me.
