The Rulebreaker

“I just happened to be at the right place at the right time.” She smiles, eyes still closed, and I let my eyes drift down, to the clear water and the smooth caramel flesh beneath it that seems to awaken every cell in my being.

The ice moves and I get a glimpse of her perky brown nipples. It takes everything in me not to react. Not to get in the tub we definitely don’t fit into together. I continue massaging her foot, then make my way up her calves, and when she moans again, I can’t take it anymore. I stand up. Her eyes pop open and whatever she sees in my eyes is enough to get the point across. She sits up in the tub, and I lift her out of it as water swishes in every direction. Last time, I took my time with her. This time, I don’t think I can. I’d never fucked anyone without a condom. Chalk it up to my parents and older brothers’ continuous speeches about safety, but I’ve known Rocky my entire life. Outside of my immediate family, if I had to put my entire being in someone else’s hands, it would be hers. I pull down my pants just to my knees, sit back on the chair, and position her between my legs as I kiss her, my tongue wild on hers, her hands gripping my hair tightly as she welcomes my cock into her pussy. Fuck. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and part of me doesn’t know if I ever will.

I’ve been with enough women to know that this is special. This kind of unfiltered, wild, emotional sex is not the usual. The fact that it’s happening with the ultimate girl of my dreams isn’t a surprise, but it also absolutely sucks to be deep inside your best friend’s pussy and know that you can’t have it forever. For now, I let her ride me like I’m her personal cowboy. Like it’s the last ride of her fucking life, and that’s exactly what she does until we both come.

Chapter Twenty-One

Rocky

“But you’re not dating,” Leyla asks across from me. “Just fucking?”

“It’s complicated.” I exhale. “We’re not dating though, no.”

“So, you’re friends with benefits.”

“I guess.”

“And you can date other guys.”

“I mean, I’m not dating another guy, which is why I’m in this situation, but I guess if I wanted to date another guy I could, yeah.”

“Hm.”

“What?” I cross my arms and wait for her to finish her veggie burger.

“I just think it’s a dangerous game. If you do feel like dating someone else, would he get in the way of that? Would you even tell him?”

“I mean, I always tell him.”

“But that was before you started messing around.”

“I don’t think it’s as big a deal as you’re making it.”

“Isn’t it though? Wasn’t he dating that girl Rebecca? What happened with all that?”

“I don’t know. As far as I know, they only went on that one date.”

“Messy,” Leyla says. “This shit is messy.”

“I know.” I bite my lip. “His parents are coming down next weekend and want to take a little road trip to Charlotte to watch Jagger play. He scored one of those private lounges for them and they invited me to go along.”

“Damn, that sounds fun!”

“It does, right?” I bite my lip. It sounds like so much fun, but now that I’m in this weird situation with Mav I’m not so sure.

“Where will you stay?”

“Jagger’s mansion.” I let out a laugh. “He and Jo bought like a ten-bedroom mansion.”

“Ballers.”

“I know.” I smile.

I’ve known them just as long as I’ve known Maverick. Jagger, obviously, since they’re brothers, but Josephine and her sister Misty I’ve known because their parents are friends with Mav’s and in turn, mine. Dr. Canó even did my surgery when I hurt my foot, and then my knee, and I’ve seen him here a few times for stretching purposes.

“Anyway, it’ll be fine,” I say.

“If you say so, homegirl. This is your mess.” Leyla crumples the wrapper her burger came in and stands up. “You ready for class?”

“Yep.”

We walk in five minutes late and Maverick is the first person I spot. He’s always the first person I spot, but even that feels different now. My heart tumbles into my stomach when his eyes find mine. Beside him, Rebecca is showing him something on her cell phone, and I feel myself go hot all over. It’s not like I’m naïve enough to think he’s given up on the Rebecca dream. Since we got here he’s been saying that’s his dream girl. Funny how she looks and acts the complete opposite of me. I don’t let that thought marinate too long. I focus on finding a seat and then on the lecture. African Studies was a subject I picked because I thought it looked easy and I needed an elective, but it’s become my favorite class to attend, probably because Ms. Malone makes it easy for us to get lost and invested in the history.