Freethrown: Chapter 8

I can’t help but smile walking into the locker room. Someone’s cackling and it’s infectious, “What we laughing at?”

Megan, with her arms wrapped around Jesse’s waist, answers me, “We’re trying to get Jesse to show us all her scars but she’s not being a good sport about it.”

The expression on Jesse’s face when she looks up at me is painful beyond words. In less than the time it takes to form a thought, I’m in Megan’s face growling, “Let her go.”

Jesse wiggles and that just makes Megan squeeze tighter. So she pleads instead, “Please, Megan, just let me go. Please.”

My jaw tightens, my blood boils, and I see nothing but red when I grab Megan’s arm and detach it from Jesse’s body. Somewhere in my head I know I’m holding her tight enough to leave a bruise, but I quite frankly don’t give a fuck, “I said get your god damn hands off her!” I slam her against the wall and the look of fear on her face still doesn’t stop me when I get in her face again, “Don’t you ever, ever put your hands on her like that again. Do you understand me?”

She nods, scared to death, “Yeah, ok. Sure Sara, I’m sorry.”

“I swear to God, Megan, if you ever do that to her or anyone else on this team you will not only have to answer to me, but you’ll have to answer your parents’ questions about why you’re laid up in the mother fucking hospital. Do I make myself crystal clear?”

“Yes.”

I back off and turn around to take Jesse out of the locker room but she’s gone, “Where’s Jesse?”

Darcy answers, “She went to the training room.”

I throw, “Y’all get dressed and on the damn floor,” over my shoulder as I leave the room.

The training room is quiet and dark when I open the door, “Jesse?” My voice is less strained now, but still has a bit of an edge, “Jesse, it’s me. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”  I stand in the only shaft of light and wait for any sound.

“We have to stop meeting like this,” Jesse emerges from the darkness of the room. Her face is red with anger…or is that shame…or… I wonder, is it fear?

It’s only now that I notice she’s still only in her basketball shorts and sports bra. I peel my t-shirt off and hold it out, “Do you want this? I’ve gotta change anyway so you can wear it until the girls are out of the locker room.”

A smile creases its way across her lips, “Nah, I’m okay.” Without shame she steps into the shaft of light with me, “Thank you.”

I take a sharp breath and swallow hard. In the light I can see the scars on her neck and shoulders. I bite my lip to keep from crying, “You’re welcome. I’m so sorry they’re all assholes.”

She shakes her head, “You didn’t do anything wrong. They just caught me off guard because…” she blushes, which is something new for me to see on her face, “I was kind of daydreaming, I guess.” She doesn’t make eye contact and I can’t help but smile.

“Oh yeah?” I move my head to get into her line of vision and laugh, “What were you daydreaming about?” I giggle just a bit, kind of nervously.

She makes eye contact and bites her bottom lip before answering, ‘You.”

Cold chills go down my spine like rain on a windowpane and I shiver, “What about me?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“That’s why I asked, Cooper.”

She steps closer to me and bends her head down to my shoulder, “Kissing you here.” She kisses my collarbone softly and I feel her breath make goose bumps appear on my skin, “And here.” She kisses the curve of my neck now, making me gasp. Her hand comes up to hold my head and guide my mouth to hers, “And here.” The kiss is soft and slow. I slide my arms around her waist for balance.

The feeling of her skin against mine is divine on a level I’ve never felt. I slide my hands up her back and she arches into me, deepening the kiss. I take a step back, bumping into the wall and pull her against me. She presses her hips against me to trap me and I groan, “Oh God, we have to stop now.”

She pulls back and looks at me with an amused expression, “Why?”

“Because I swear I’ll take you right here right now. Forget practice.”

She puts both hands on either side of my head against the wall, “And what’s wrong with that, again?”

I can see the vein in her neck pulsing hard and, without thinking, I lean forward and kiss it several times, making her moan now. I drag my tongue along her jaw line to her chin and her body tenses, “Because we have to practice. Because if we don’t, we won’t be able to play.”

“Oh but we can play right here,” she says, sliding her tongue along my bottom lip.

“Oh fucking hell,” I groan before taking her lips again and running my nails lightly down her back. My breath comes in short gasps when we part and I close my eyes, “Jesse, we really, really have to stop now.”

Her fingers find the string of my basketball shorts when she says, “As wet as we are, Mayze, it won’t take long.” Her hand slides into my shorts and I press my back against the wall while pressing my hips into her hand. When her fingers find their target, she mumbles against my neck, “See? God damn you’re wet, baby. Holy shit.”

“Please, oh god,” I whimper. I know I’m supposed to be fighting it, but she wasn’t wrong when she said it wouldn’t take long. She presses me against the wall and slides her fingers inside me, lighting me on fire, “Jesse, oh fuck yes.” I press my cheek against the wall and roll my hips against her hand.

Her free arm wraps around my waist and she speeds up her pumping, “Sara… sweet, beautiful Sara. I’ve wanted this since that first night. Please let me finish this.”

I couldn’t deny her right now for all the money in the world …they can have the damn scholarship back. I open my eyes and look at her. My voice is husky with lust when I groan, “Take me, Jesse.” Her tongue slips into my mouth with the same urgency her finger moves into my body. I match her stroke for stroke, working my hips against her and steadily rushing towards an end that is bound to be fucking amazing.

Her fingers move faster and my hips match the pace. I drop my head back, knowing I’m about to lose it all, and she kisses my jaw, “That’s it, Sara. God you’re so beautiful. Mmmm..”

I grab her shoulders as I begin to shudder, “Oh god. Oh god, Jesse.” I whine a bit and slam my hips against her hand, “Oh shit, oh. Yes. Oh god.” I feel her arm tighten around my waist as my legs give out and I cum, “Oh Jesse! Ohh God! Ohhh!”

I can feel her smiling against my neck as she slows her movements. For a bit, the only sound in the room is my panting. She withdraws her hand and wraps both arms around me, while pulling her head back to look at me. Even with my eyes closed I know she’s looking at me, but all I can do is smile and sigh, making her giggle, “You look content as hell.”

I chuckle and slowly open my eyes, “Because there’s a I’va…uh..” I’m not making sense at all, which makes us both laugh. I finally get control of the English language again, “Stop laughing at me, damn you!” I grab her right arm and bring her hand up between us. I make eye contact with her, open my mouth, and lick her middle finger. Her smile drops off her face like a brick dropped from the top of a building and she watches as I suck her finger, “What’s wrong, Coop? A little disoriented?” I smirk.

Her eyes narrow and she smiles wickedly, “Damn, girl. Damn. You make me wanna…” she doesn’t finish, instead she shakes her head, “God damn.” Her breathing is a bit ragged now, “Damn, damn, damn.”

Proud of myself, I allow the power to overrule my shy side. I slide my own hand down my shorts and wet my finger. I look at her shocked face as I pull my hand out, “Did you want to taste?”

She stares at me with her mouth open and her eyes wide, “Mother of God,” is all she can manage but she doesn’t make a move.

So I spread the wetness on my lips as she watches with an expression of pained amazement. I tilt my head up to her and whisper, “Kiss me.”

Using her tongue and lips, she devours me with a kiss. Her hands pull me against her and she lets out a low groan from somewhere. She tears away from me just long enough to groan, “You taste better than I thought you would.”

I bury a hand in her hair and moan when she begins grinding her hips against me. She shuffles just a bit and I take the chance to slip my thigh between hers. I grab her hips and pull her against me, sliding her along my thigh. When she grunts, I push her back, and bring her forward again.

She catches on and begins to grind against me herself. Her movements begin to increase in strength and speed, causing her to break our kisses to gasp. I grab her ass and slam her against me, “Mmm Jesse. God you feel good.” Without realizing it, I begin moving against her to create tension and spur her on with more than just words, “That’s it.” I lick her collarbone and she shudders a bit, “Mmm you like that, huh?”

I smile against her skin and then lightly bite her neck, pulling a gasp and, “Ah fuck,” out of her lips. She presses her forehead against mine and grabs my ass, holding me so she can get the friction she needs, “God you make me so fucking hot.”

My teeth grab her bottom lip lightly and she sucks in a breath before exhaling it in a moan. When her head drops back and her eyes close, I get a good look at the curve of her neck and shoulders. The little scars there make me want to replace the memory of pain and fear with lust and love. I pull her to me and kiss each one.

When my tongue slithers along her throat, she groans loud and long, “Fuuuuuckkk.” Then she tenses, pressing her hands flat against the wall behind me. Her head drops forward and she shudders, eyes closed, against my body, “Ohhhhh gggood.” I hold her against me and lightly kiss her neck as she stops moving and recovers with her head in my neck. After a minute I hear a little giggle that turns into a laugh. She pulls back just enough to see my eyes and whispers, “Sara, Sara, Sara, …you’re gonna get me in trouble, you know that?”

I feign shock, “Jesse Cooper! You started it!”

Her mouth drops open, “I did not! You took your shirt off!”

“But I walked in on you without a shirt to start with!”

She closes her mouth and breaks our eye contact, “Hm.”

I point and laugh, “See! You DID start it!”

Her eyes drag over my body and she whispers, “But I finished it pretty good, huh?”

I shake my head from side to side slowly, “Like a god damn champion, baby.”

She kisses me softly and then we hear a door shut. The sound isn’t very loud but it propels us away from each other in shock. Neither of us move, blink, or breathe.

I strain my ears to hear a sound and Jesse mouths, “Who is it?”

I shrug and whisper, “I’m gonna go change. When I come through I’ll knock twice on the door and then you can change. I’ll tell coach you’re getting ready.”

She nods and smiles, “Okay.” Then, like an afterthought, she adds, “I’ll see ya on the court, sexy.”

We’ve been way further than the blush on my cheeks indicates, but I can’t stop it, “See you, too, hot mama.”

She covers her mouth to keep from laughing loud. I slip through the door and stand against it for a moment, my heart pounding in my ears, my legs feeling like jelly and my heart bursting open. The smile will stay on my face for hours.

I get dressed quickly and knock on the door on my way into the arena. I round the corner before Jesse leaves the training room. I walk to the court alone but I don’t feel lonely with the smell of her all over me. For some reason, that makes my back a little straighter, my walk more assured, and my smirk more delicious. As soon as my shoes hit hardwood, coach wants me running drills. Unfortunately that takes my mind off my earlier “workout” and I don’t notice when Jesse joins us on the court.

She breezes past me and bumps my shoulder with hers, giving me a big smile and a wink before turning away. I hope like hell the blush on my cheeks doesn’t give us away. We can be professional. I can totally be professional.

We line up for sprints and I almost break my neck because I slip and fall when Ashley walks past Jesse and asks, “Hey, isn’t that Sara’s shirt?”