Colliding Love - Tucker Billi...

These late nights with Sawyer are becoming a bad habit, and I should hate how much being with her has disturbed my stable and predictable routine. If she was anyone else, I would.

But last night we won another game at home in a five to two thrashing that saw me get another hattrick. If my away game stats weren't so abysmal, I'd be chasing a record setting season. We go on our next series of away games in a week, and I'm hoping I've broken whatever curse got hold of me at the start of this season.

After last night's game, all the Bellerivian and a smattering of foreign press, who'd finally decided to start showing up consistently to our games, wanted to talk about was my relationship with Sawyer. I "no commented" the reporters until they finally got the hint and asked me about my job instead.

According to Tamiko, Bellerive society is finding the whole thing quite scandalous. I didn't ask her why. She was already pissed that we hard launched at a cocktail party for homeless animals, and she didn't appreciate my string of "no comments" to the press last night either.

Not that I care.

After two glasses of celebratory sparkling water with the team at the local pub we've claimed as ours, I gave my driver Sawyer's address instead of mine.

Earned an orgasm hattrick with her, and now I've dragged her into the kitchen for something to eat. She's wearing my shirt, and she looks so thoroughly fucked with her messed up hair and sleepy eyes that I need to capture the moment.

When I grab my phone off the counter and point it in her direction, her half-mast eyes widen.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking a photo."

She hides her face and turns away. "Don't do that."

"You're gorgeous."

"I'm not dressed. I just... Unless I know you're taking the photo, and I'm wearing all my clothes, I don't want you to do that."

I stare at the photo on my phone for a second. "I'll get rid of it." Then I delete it before setting the device facedown on the counter again. "It would just be for me. I'd never do anything with those photos."

"Maybe not," she says, slowly turning. "But it's not a chance I'm okay with."

"I don't take a lot of photos," I admit. "Every once in a while, I get the urge to freeze a moment in time."

"This is hardly a "freeze in time" moment," she says with a little laugh.

"It is to me," I say. Before the comment can land too hard and cause any follow up questions, I keep the conversation rolling. "Mind if I grab an apple?"

"Help yourself."

I pluck one out of the basket she keeps on the center island, and then I start opening drawers.

"What are you looking for?" She tilts her head.

"Knife."

"In the block beside the stove."

I grab one, settle against the counter, and carve off a slice of apple before sliding it into my mouth.

"Is everything you do sexy or is there something wrong with me?"

"I don't feel like there's a right answer to that one," I say, carving off another piece.

"Why are you eating it like that?"

"You've never seen someone eat an apple like this?" I slowly peel away another slice, and then I eye her, waiting.

"No, I have. I've just never wanted to rip someone's clothes off because they were eating an apple like that."

"Good news," I say before popping the piece into my mouth and crunching away. "I'm not wearing any clothes, and I'm at your service."

"Why don't you just bite into it?"

"Too juicy. Makes my beard sticky."

She raises her eyebrows in disbelief.

"I'm very picky about what I'm willing to coat my beard with." I give her a wicked grin. "You're worth getting messy for."

"You know," she says, pressing her hands into the island. "I have been wondering something."

"Uh huh," I say, not sure from her tone that I want to know what that is.

"I don't understand how you're so good at sex when you're only twenty-one. When I was twenty-one, I was not having the kind of sex we're having. Even at thirty-one, I wasn't having the kind of sex we're having before you."

I try not to let her comment go to my head—either one. She's said some version of this quite a few times in the last few days, so I know I'm, without a doubt, the best she's ever had. That's a big deal to me, but I can't help teasing her.

"It feels obvious, but... Brace yourself, doc." I give her a little smile as I carve off another section of apple. "You've been having sex with the wrong people."

"Isn't that the truth," she mutters, and she looks down at the granite island for a beat. "But seriously. Did you have a girlfriend in..." She falters, and pink tints her cheeks. "High school? A girl gave you some pointers?"

"On how to make a woman come? No."

"This cannot be a natural talent."

"I never said it was."

"But you're being evasive."

"Am I?"

She huffs out a breath, and I chuckle.

"What if I told you," I say, "that I learned it all from YouTube "how to" videos?"

"No," she shakes her head and then she laughs. "Absolutely not."

I shrug.

"Logan! Tell me that's not true."

She's cute when she's scandalized.

"It's not true," I admit. "Though, it's not that far from the truth."

"Spill it," she says.

"All right," I say, slicing off the last piece of apple and putting it in my mouth before placing the knife in the dishwasher and throwing out the core. "In high school—can you handle this 온라인카지노게임? You're looking a little green."

"Every time I remember you're barely out of high school..."

"You really need to let that go. You're robbing the cradle. The whole world knows now." They might. I don't have social media. Could be the shitstorm that Tamiko tells me it is.

"Oh, my god." She reaches across the island and swats my arm. "Stop."

"You're just going to have to come to terms with the fact that a man who's barely out of diapers is able to make you come better and more often than any other man."

"Which gets us back to the question of how that's possible."

"Unlike me, Chayton's always been a relationship guy. When I noticed that a girl I was with didn't seem to be enjoying things as much as I was, I asked him about it. Basically, I didn't know how to get her off, and she didn't seem to know how to guide me. Or she was too shy. I'm not sure which. His girlfriend was...there's no better way to put it. Her enthusiastic approval of his methods was exceptionally loud."

"In high school? God, I wish." She gets a thoughtful look. "So, he's a wizard in bed too?"

"Not as good as me," I say.

"And you'd know that because..."

"I just do. No need to even consider testing that theory."

"I wouldn't," she says, and her gaze softens. "I promise." We stare at each other across the island, and I'm glad she instinctively knew what I needed her to say. Women bounce from player to player on the team more often than I'm comfortable with, and I already know that seeing her with anyone else is going to be a complete sucker punch. That's the best case scenario, at this point. That it'll feel like I got punched when this is over.

"What was Chayton's secret?" she asks.

"He had a set of instructional videos he'd ordered off the internet."

"Oh, my god. It is YouTube."

"A lesbian couple had a series called 365 Ways to Make her Come. Being the competitive kid that I was, I also ordered the series and watched all the videos, multiple times... For research."

"For research?" Her laugh bubbles with delight and disbelief.

"I mean, can you deny that I was a good student?" I shrug and take a glass out of the cupboard and fill it with the ridiculously cold water she keeps in her fridge.

She sighs. "I can't. But I also can't believe that's how you learned how to do all those things with your tongue and your hands and your dick."

"And that's only three ways," I say, flashing her a grin.

"Only 362 left."

"All those possibilities," I agree.

"Do you still have access to those videos?"

I eye her over the rim of my glass for a beat. "I do."

"Do you still watch them?"

"I'm a diligent student. Always keen to be the best."

"What are the other 362 about?"

"Honestly, I don't think there's really 365. More of a catchphrase than a reality. There are a lot. Many of them require toys, which I'm down for, if you are."

She bites her lip and searches my face. "Yeah?"

"If it makes you feel good, I'll do anything. Truly. There are no limits. You want to try it, or you already know you like it, I'll do it."

She stares down at the island, and her messy hair forms a curtain around her. When she looks up, I can't read her expression. "You should show more people this side of you."

"The sex god side?"

"No," she says with a smile. "Only I get that perk."

I kind of like how possessive she sounds.

"You're just so good. Not in some artificial way, like you're trying to win people over. In fact, you seem to deliberately try to put people off getting close to you. But I think you might be one of the best men I've ever known."

"The people who matter know this side of me exists," I say, but my chest is so tight from her sincerity that it's hard to get the words out. "Not everyone's opinion of you is worth knowing. I learned that a long time ago, and I seem to relearn it every season. My circle is small and tight for a reason."

She steps close to me and wraps her arms around my neck, pressing herself tight while running her hands through the strands of hair at the nape of my neck. "Well, I'm glad I made the cut."

"Never any question," I murmur against her neck.

"There was!" She laughs. "But we can pretend like there wasn't. I barely remember that version of you."

Me too, and that should be really fucking scary. 

Ohhh...he's getting in deep!  I'll try to get back to a regular update day again soon. Life has been lifeing, but I'm trying to keep at least once a week consistently. 

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