The Revenge Games Duet

Her face turns bright red and when I demand she come again, she muffles her screams biting down on her lips. It’s enough for me to finish, and when I deepen the strokes, it spirals through me ripping my entire body to shreds until we’ve both collapsed on the bed.

“I can’t even... what’s the... talk,” she finally gets out.

A small laugh escapes, but it’s filled with pain from my aching muscles. I’ve worked myself to almost death these past few weeks and it paid off. I don’t know what excites me more—winning or having her lay naked beside me.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I could go again.”

“I think my vagina is broken,” she mumbles with a smile.

I turn my body around, making her do the same, so we’re both laying sideways. Staring into her sleepy eyes, I think about what this day has meant to me. Yes, I worked hard and it paid off. Soccer isn’t just a sport to me—it’s my life. I don’t exist without it. But the victory means nothing without her. I’ve never felt so alive than at this very moment although my body argues with me about that.

She isn’t like any of the women I’ve been with.

She sure as shit isn’t Louisa.

She’s Emerson Chase.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she says with her eyes closed.

I think about her question, running my fingers along her cheek. “You’re here.”

“Where else would I be?”

“I don’t want to answer that.”

There’s a struggle to open her eyes. They’re tired but still bright blue. “Logan, don’t... we can’t.”

How do I tell her I want her exclusively?

With the pressure of our careers and lives, it will be damn near impossible to make it work. We don’t even live on the same continent. The media won’t allow us to have a relationship, and what about our family? Everything about us is difficult.

She shuffles her body closer to me, placing her lips on mine so we gently kiss. “You only have to know that I don’t sleep with him anymore. Trust me, please.”

“Your text said differently.”

“You fucked that nurse,” she rebuts. “Logan, we both did things out of anger and spite. I’m telling you the truth now… I don’t sleep with him. Please accept that or we can’t move on.”

I grit my teeth, trying to remain calm although every part of me wants to tell her how I really feel. How last week I’d spent my time watching Season Two of Generation Next. How at night when I can’t sleep, I find myself stalking the both of them online. It’s a sick obsession, and one I can’t shake no matter how much I try.

“Or anyone else?”

“I’m so tired I can’t even think. No one else... just you...” Her gentle snores fall on my chest, and with her final words easing my anxious thoughts I hold onto her, wide awake until the sun comes up.

***

The clock on the bedside table marks 7:00 a.m. We’re due to meet Abbi, Chris, and Ash for breakfast in forty-five minutes. I know Ash’s staying in the same hotel, but have no idea where he ended up last night.

I didn’t sleep a wink, thinking this would be our last night together for a very long time. Despite our win yesterday, Coach pegged me for an exclusive training camp in Spain that will begin after finals if we win. It’ll be a grueling four-week camp with zero chance of seeing her.

The thought alone drives me insane. So, with her naked body lying beside me in the sunlight, I move on top and enter her slowly, fucking her until she begins to wake up.

Th

e beautiful sight of her perky tits beg me to suck on them. Even her pussy feels raw, fucked beyond its means from our wild night. We last only a few moments before I blow inside, her body following closely behind.

We catch our breaths—her smile remaining on her tired face.