I crossed my arms. “You’re not having second thoughts about what we did, are you?”
“What? Hell no,” Luke replied. “I’m having plenty of thoughts about it, but they’re all good. I just wanted to tell you that I have a policy about sleep.”
“Sleep?”
“I don’t sleep with anyone.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I have first-hand evidence to the contrary.”
“I meanactualsleep,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Back in college, I learned that I don’t sleep well when I share a bed with someone. It throws my sleep cycles all out of whack.”
“I guess I understand,” I said with a dramatic sigh. “Although that’s my favorite part of being with someone, so I have to admit, I’m disappointed.”
He approached and took me in his arms. “Then I guess I’ll have to make it up to you in other ways.”
“I’m listening.”
I yelped as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the bedroom.
Luke spent the next hour worshiping me. He ate me out for what felt like a blissful eternity, then pulled me to the edge of the bed so he could bury his cock into me. I drank in the sight of him, tan and muscular and beautiful as he drove into me again and again. That image was enough to make me come all by itself, to say nothing of the incredible way he actuallyfeltinside of me.
He enjoyed cuddling after, which took away the sting of me eventually kissing him goodnight and returning to my own bedroom.If he keeps fucking me like that, I thought as I closed my eyes,then I don’t care about anything else.
The Stallions had their bye week next, which meant Luke didn’t have practice all week. Lots of players took that opportunity to go on vacation or blow off some steam, but Luke said he didn’t want to go anywhere. “I considered flying back to Philly, but the timing isn’t great. My moms are in Chicago for work, and Alex is in Cancun with her new boyfriend. I’ll see them next month for Christmas, anyway. It will be nice to relax around the apartment.”
Apparently, Luke’s idea of relaxing meant going to the Stallions practice facility every morning to exercise. He claimed he needed to stay sharp since he was a rookie, but I knew he was trying to take his mind off the attack. I couldn’t blame him. I still cringed every time we returned to his apartment, and wondered if a masked man would jump out of the closet and point a gun at us.
Going to the practice facility gave us even more time alone. When he jogged around the field, I ran right alongside him. When he lifted weights, I spotted him—and he returned the favor when it was my turn.
And then we went home and fucked like animals.
That turned out to be an even better way to take our mind off the attack. We found solace in our bodies, relieving the sexual tension that had been unknowingly building for weeks. On Monday, Luke bent me over the couch in the living room. After practice on Wednesday, he lifted me onto the kitchen counter and pounded me so hard that the walls shook and his fancy espresso machine almost fell to the ground.
We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. And when we weren’t fooling around, we werethinkingabout fooling around. It felt like a honeymoon.
Driving home from practice on Friday, Luke turned to me in the car and said, “I want to take you out.”
“Like Franz Ferdinand?” I replied with a smile.
“Uh, what?” he said, confused.
“Franz Ferdinand. The band. You know that song,Take Me Out?”When he shook his head, I groaned. “I keep forgetting how much younger than me you are.”
“If you want to rob the cradle, you’ll get no arguments from me.” I raised my palm to playfully smack him, and he laughed and tried to fend me off. “No, I want to take you out on a date. The way we should have gone out last week. You deserve it.”
I was touched by how sincere he sounded. “I’d like that.”
“But only if you wear the same dress,” he insisted. “I didn’t get to fully appreciate it last time.”
“You appreciated it plenty on the floor of your apartment,” I reminded him.
He grinned over at me. “Oh, I have much better plans for you this time.”
I felt a strange sense of déjà vu as I got ready that evening. It was just like the last date, except this time there was no misunderstanding. This time, it wasreal. I had genuine butterflies in my stomach at the thought of going on a date with Luke. It was silly since we had already had sex eleven times, and since I had been shadowing him since September. But I couldn’t help but feel that this was different.
Then another thought came to me, and my stomach sank.People might see us together.
I had several concerns about that, but the foremost in my head involved my boss. I dialed his number while touching up my mascara in the mirror. He answered on the second ring.