Dare You to Hate Me by B. Celeste (classic fiction .txt) 📕

true, but it doesn’t roll off my shoulders as we pile into the locker room and wait for Coach’s speech. But when he enters and says barely two sentences before telling us to clean up and get back to the bus to go to the hotel, we all know we fucked up.

Me the most.

The game that should have given me redemption, gave me deprivation instead. And I fucking welcomed it by letting my eyes go to the stands one too many times to see how Ivy was taking the game.

How she clapped with my family.

Held the sign my mother made.

Laughed with her brother.

The water in the shower flows over me, refusing to wash away the feeling that remains stuck on my skin, even after I change, grab my bag, and meet my family outside. Some of the guys pass me with a few pats on the shoulder, others murmur “next time” and “sorry, bro” as they head toward the bus Coach has ready for us.

My parents, Ivy, and Porter are all waiting for me with a few other families and significant others. Ivy and Porter are standing behind my parents, and it’s Mom who approaches me first with a comforting smile.

“You played a good game,” she tells me, hugging me lightly before letting go and looking over the side I fell on. “You’re okay, right? Did someone check you over in the locker room to make sure nothing is broken?”

Dad sighs. “He’s fine, Emily.”

I nod. “I’m good.”

The only thing busted is my ego, but I don’t relay that information.

Porter walks up with a reluctant Ivy close beside him. “I think they should have gotten called out on a couple plays. They weren’t playing fairly. Sorry, man.”

The shrug I offer is tight. “It is what it is. Glad you could see it.” My eyes move toward the silent one in the group, our gazes locking with something heavy in the air between us.

She clears her throat. “I’m sorry too.”

I’m not sure she means about the game.

I nod once, walking over and pulling her into my arms. I don’t care that my parents are watching, or the people around us. None of them even come close to earning an ounce of the fucks I give about needing this woman in my arms right now. Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “Our hotel room in thirty.”

She shivers, offering me a small nod before stepping back after I squeeze her tightly in goodbye.

When we depart, I don’t look back when I join the guys on the bus. Caleb sits next to me, DJ in the seat in front of us, and all of them stay silent to give me time to process.

We win as a team and lose as one.

But none of them feel the same crushing defeat as I do right now, because a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach is telling me I’m about to lose a lot more if I don’t play my cards right.

When the hotel door opens I’m still leaning over the bathroom sink after splashing water in my face to cool off, white knuckling the counter while the water runs. I don’t bother telling Ivy where I am before she walks in and stops right behind me.

Two warm arms wrap around my naked torso, squeezing me in silence. A cheek rests between my shoulder blades and a small breath escapes me as I reach forward and turn off the faucets.

Instead of talking, I turn around and tilt her chin up so she’s looking me in the eye. There’s an understanding between us as she nods a few times and raises on her toes to meet me halfway for a brief kiss. It lasts no more than a few seconds before I break it off and trail my hands down her sides until I’m peeling my jersey and her under shirt off at the same time. She unbuttons her jeans and lets me pull those and her panties off as she unhooks her bra and lets it fall to the floor until she’s completely naked in front of me.

I study her body, mapping her curves with my eyes and feeling myself harden by the second with every swipe over her bare skin. She takes my hands and puts them to her chest, her full tits filling up my palms before she slowly trails my hands down her smooth stomach, over her navel, and leaves them gripping her hips.

Leaning forward, I close the distance and kiss her again. This time harder, needing her to taste how badly I want to get out of my head. She starts rubbing my chest, palming my pecs, and moving her hands down to my boxers to pull them down until my cock springs free.

The kiss continues, a game of give and take, before she moves us so her body bends over the sink with her back to me. She moves her hair over one of her shoulders and looks at me in the mirror. She leans forward so her supple ass is nearly brushing my erect cock, one of her hands snaking behind her and wrapping around my shaft, slowly pumping me.

Groaning, I step toward her as she lines me up with her opening and pushes back until the tip of me is inside of her. Choking down the noise rising up my throat, I watch her settle her forearms on the sink, biting her bottom lip and pushing into me further. When we lock eyes in the reflection, she gives me a small nod before I bottom out in one full thrust, my balls hitting her ass. “Fuck, baby.”

Her eyes close and head drops forward as I withdraw and repeat the action with a little more confidence. My hands grip her hips as I thrust inside of her, the feeling of being clenched every single time driving me to go faster and harder until I’m grunting and listening to the way she moans with me.

Ivy’s body shifts forward