I knew what I was getting myself into when I declared for the draft. The long hours spent working out, the rookie mini camps where I’d be put through my paces along with the rest of the guys the Breakers drafted, everything leading up to organized team activities and training camp. Being pushed past my limits was something I’d looked forward to until John…
I felt like a heel for not being there to help him pack our apartment because of the first minicamp. He reassured me it wasn’t a big deal, but it was to me. We were supposed to be in this together, and so far the only glimpse of life with a professional athlete he’d gotten was packing everything up while I’d already moved to a new city.
“Did you come clean with him?” Zach asked as we waited in the driveway for John’s arrival.
I shook my head. This wasn’t the time for another lecture about the importance of communication. Zach had taken me under his wing as the only other out and active player in the league, and he’d warned me my surprise was going to backfire. I chose to not listen to him, reassuring myself that John would understand it was a deal too good to pass up.
“You’re a moron, Simms.” He cuffed the back of my head. “I need to get home so Griff and I can run some errands before the cookout tonight. Call and let me know if he kills you when he finds out what you did.”
“First of all, he’s not going to kill me. And second, how in the hell would I call you if I’m dead?” I typed in the code for the storage room. It was a good thing we didn’t have much to start with because the shelves in here wouldn’t hold much of anything. There were a lot of changes that would take some getting used to with living this close to the water, starting with the fact the entire house was upstairs and our cars would be exposed because there weren’t garages.
Hell, John would probably love that because it had kept me from blowing a wad of cash on a Gran Turismo. No way in hell was a car like that going to sit out where anyone could fuck with it. Instead, I’d gone with a much more sensible Challenger for everyday use, and a Jeep because you couldn’t live this close to the beach and not have one.
I could already imagine driving onto the beach with John so we could spend the night listening to the waves roll onto the sand. And okay, probably fucking him against the hood of the Jeep. That was something that most definitely would not be happening in the sand. I still couldn’t believe Zach and Griff had been stupid enough to not only try that shit but then the fuckers admitted why they were walking funny for days after.
Zach gave me a playful shove before sprinting across the road. As I watched him disappear around the bend, I justified that it would have been much worse if I’d signed a lease on a place in his neighborhood. Here, I was close enough we could hang out whenever we were invited, but far enough away we weren’t in a gated community.
This house might seem extravagant for a couple of college kids, but it was modest by pro athlete standards. Hell, it probably didn’t even qualify as that. It was a cardboard box on stilts compared to the neighborhood my hopeful teammates lived in.
My life was going to be insane through the winter, and I wanted him to feel comfortable so he didn’t regret moving and switching schools before his senior year. Mostly, I was terrified he’d resent me and my career, and I’d do everything in my power to make him happy.
I puttered around in the front lawn while I waited for John to arrive. Yes, that was apparently a thing I did now. Calling it a lawn was a stretch and a half, but Colburn’s wife had done an amazing job carving our some areas for plants and flowers, and I’d promised her I’d take care of them.
The house wasn’t even a permanent place for us. Colburn had been traded, and he’d offered to lease the place to me instead of trying to deal with management companies for the summer. If I stayed with the team, we’d look for a place of our own come fall, and if not, we’d figure out what came next. Pops had impressed upon me the importance of being ready for just about anything until I earned my place on a team.
I was almost finished weeding in front of the house when I heard the rumble of a truck slowing. I turned, bracing myself as I stood. I had to work to play it cool because all I wanted to do was rush to the driver’s side of the truck and pull John out so I could show him and anyone passing by exactly how much I’d missed him.
For a split second, I thought he’d had the same idea when he didn’t even bother turning off the engine before jumping out of the cab of the truck. If I’d been paying closer attention, I might have noticed the death glare he shot my way.
John’s arms were crossed tightly over his chest as he stormed across the postage-stamp sized patch of grass. “What in the hell, Hunter? I’m pretty sure we talked about our price range and what we were looking for.”
“We did,” I confirmed. I pulled him into my arms, not giving a damn who might see me hugging the frustration out of my boyfriend. “And I was going to talk to you, but you were in the middle of finals. I had to make a decision before Scott and his wife left town.”
“And you didn’t think to mention that you’d completely ignored the budget we set together at some point in the week since I finished finals? Or maybe when you gave me the address two nights ago, telling me to drive safe and you’d see me when I got here?” The longer I let him go on, the more worked up he became. “Fuck, Hunter. If I wasn’t so happy to see you, I’d kick your ass to the spare room for a week over this stunt. I’d be willing to bet this place has a few of them.”
“It does, but I turned one of them into an office for you,” I told him. I was proud as hell of the space I’d created so he wouldn’t have to work hunched over a desk fit for a middle school student or with everything spread across the living room floor.
The desk had a perfect view between the houses across the street from us so he could watch the tide rolling in every morning. There was an electric kettle and little tea stand in the corner because he was trying to give up coffee completely, a challenge I thought was completely absurd, and a top of the line computer with dual monitors so he didn’t have to flip back and forth between programs anymore.
I’d half expected him to be in shock about the house. Everyone had warned me I was an idiot for signing a lease on a house that was well outside the price range we’d agreed upon, and I owned that mistake even though I still believed it was the right thing to do.
But why in the hell did he seem even more pissed to hear I’d set up his office?
I stumbled backwards when he shoved me. “Jesus, Hunter. We talked about all of this. I told you I didn’t want us moving into someplace I couldn’t afford. I still have two years of college left with changing majors. I know you’ve never understood what it’s like living paycheck to paycheck, but even you have to realize there’s no way I can afford this. And then you go and blow a wad of cash on stuff you think I need? I don’t need a dedicated office. There’s no way–”
I cut him off by sealing my mouth over his. He resisted at first but I didn’t stop until his mouth opened and his body sagged against mine. Someone hollered and honked their horn as they passed but I couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed. I wanted everyone to know I loved this man and I’d do whatever it took to make him happy. Now, I just needed to figure out what in the hell that was!
“Can we move this inside?” I asked. Privacy would be good, and so would central air. It wasn’t too hot yet, but I’d spent three hours at the training facility trying to work off the nervous energy. “At least let me show you around before you decide you’re going to make me sleep on the couch.”
“Yeah, because that’s going to happen,” John scoffed. He glanced to the right and recoiled. “I guess it could be worse.”
I busted out laughing because he wasn’t wrong. Maybe I wouldn’t tell him I’d actually talked to the property management company about the neon pink house next door. It was tacky as hell but there was something whimsical about it that screamed to make it a home.
Okay, the screaming was likely the hideous exterior color, but if Colburn hadn’t been traded, we could have easily been living there.
“You’re right, it could be,” I agreed. My momentary lapse of judgment was something I’d take to the grave with me. I offered my buddy Landry a wave as he leaned across the front seat of the truck to turn off the engine. Somehow, I’d missed that he and Tanner had pulled up along the street during our little tiff.
With a hand at the small of John’s back, I led him into the house.
“Hey Simms, I’m gonna take a walk down to the diner. We got up at the ass-crack of dawn because someone was excited to see you.” John scowled when I pulled out my wallet and peeled off a couple of twenties. “Nah man, we’re good. You can take us out to dinner at some point.”
“I swear, I wasn’t trying to flash cash around.” The words were for both of them but I kept my gaze on John as I spoke. “I might have been a little nervous this morning and couldn’t eat. I was figuring I’d buy and you’d fly. That way I can show the place to John while you guys pick up grub.”
“Oh, in that case…” Landry snatched the money out of my hand before I could put it away. “I know how much you packed away before you started putting on muscle. Damn, man. You’d better have a special account just for groceries.”
“Fuck off and go before I change my mind,” I warned him. “Actually, I’m going to text you the name of a place. The line’ll be long, but I swear it’s worth it.”
Sending him down to Carolina Beach for breakfast would also give us a bit of time to ourselves. The house had eight rooms that needed to be christened, and I planned on starting with the office. Surely, he couldn’t stay pissed at me if I gave him a welcome-home orgasm there, right? And if he did, then I’d have to bend over for him so he could claim his I’m-sorry-you-love-a-dumbass orgasm as soon as he’d recovered.
Keep reading to see what type of orgasm helps Hunter win John’s forgiveness!
Comment below to let me know which orgasm you think will get the job done…