Chapter Forty Two
Lincoln
I watch the ball soar through the air, Bos in the perfect position to catch the pass. When it falls right through his hands, hitting the hard ground, my frustration rises both at him and at Aspen. His game is suffering, and not just because of the accusation hanging around his neck, but also because of her absence.
He misses her and it’s making him a surly asshole.
“What the fuck was that?” Cameron asks, stepping up to Bos as we make our way to the side of the field to get a drink.
“You got a problem, Chesney?” Bos snarls, moving until they’re chest to chest and getting right up in Cameron’s face.
“You don’t want to do this,” Cameron says, holding his hand out in front of him as he tries to back away but Bos isn’t letting him budge an inch.
Grabbing ahold of his shirt at the neck, just above his pads, Bos shoves Cameron back enough that he can swing at him, cracking him across the cheek with a sucker punch. He stumbles back for a second before regaining his footing and shoving Bos back, then both of them are going at one another, throwing punches and talking shit.
Rushing from the side, I get to them at the same time as one of our coaches does. I grab ahold of Bos while Coach pulls Cameron away, putting some much-needed distance between the two who keep trying to go at one another.
“Fucking pussy!” Bos spits, wiping at his busted lip. When he sees the red color staining his hand, he doubles his efforts to get to Cameron as Coach Rawls continues hauling him further away.
“Bos, stop!” I yell as I back Bos up further too. We continue until we’re off of the field and making out way across the street as we head toward the locker room, Bos’s practice jersey clutched tightly in both of my hands. “What the fuck man?” I shout the question, turning on him as soon as the door is shut behind us. “Do you want to get kicked out of the game and not play tomorrow night?”
“Fuck off!” He growls as he glances around me, trying to find a way to get back to Cameron or anyone else who would be willing to take a punch from him. “And get the fuck out of my way, now!”
“No! I’m not letting you go.” I tell him, crowding him until his back is against a row of lockers. “You need to calm the fuck down.”
“You don’t get to tell me what the fuck to do!” Bos shoves at me, and I’m ready, expecting him to try to make a run for it again, but thankfully, he just moves over to his locker and starts taking off his gear.
“I’m sorry, you know,” I tell him, knowing that he’s only lashing out because of how much he’s hurting. “I can’t pretend to understand what you’re going through, but you’re not alone,” My tone is pleading as I finish the sentence, needing him to understand, to *hear* me. He’s my quad, there is no one else who feels as close to Bos as what me and my brothers do. He just has to let us in, let us be there for him.
“Sure as fuck feels that way,” he growls before moving to the showers. I hear the spray kick on a moment later and know that trying to get through to him right now while he’s riled up is useless.
Knowing that he needs his space, I move to the other end, to the last shower stall, and turn the taps until the water is pummeling my sore muscles.
After showering, I get dressed and head outside, looking back and forth for Bos but finding him nowhere.
“Where the fuck did he go now?” I wonder as I make my way to the parking lot. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask when I find that the spot where we parked the truck this morning is empty. “Fuck!”
Pulling my phone from my back pocket, I pull up my contacts, hit dial, and bring it up to my ear. The person on the other line answers and pinching the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger, I huff in irritation, “Bos left me at the field. So, I don’t have a ride for tonight.”
“I could come and get you.”
Sighing, I shake my head back and forth out of frustration and irritation, “You don’t have to do that,” I breathe out. “Raincheck?”
“It’s really not a big deal. Just let me come get you.”
“Okay,” I say with a resigned sigh. “I’m at the field.”
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Hanging up, I make my way up the bleachers and sit on the second row. Propping my legs up on the one before me, I hang my head, mixed emotions warring inside of me as I think about this situation with Bos and Aspen and if there is anything that I can do to make this easier for him.
Twenty minutes later, the sound of footsteps on the metal walkway pulls me out of my thoughts and towards my right. I can’t stop the smile that tilts up my lips, or the butterflies that fill my stomach, at the sight of her before me. Like an angel, she stands with her back to the sun, its bright rays causing a halo effect around her that makes her appear almost ethereal.
Standing up, I step down over the first row of benches, meeting her at the bottom. She jumps up as soon as she gets to me, wrapping herself around me, legs clasping around my waist as her arms wrap around my neck.
“I missed you,” she whispers, her smile bright and wide as she peers down at me from green eyes that are lined with a thick fringe of dark lashes.
“I missed you, too,” I tell her, leaning in for a kiss. She squeezes her thighs, rubbing her pussy against me, shooting a flood of desire straight to my dick. Dropping my hands to her ass, I pull her tighter against me, letting her feel just how much I missed her.
“Looks like you’re not the only one that missed me,” she giggles, squirming against my cock.
Then, with a look in her eyes that makes my balls draw tight, she bites that fucking lip and husks, “You ready to get out of here?”
“What did you have in mind?” I breathe the words out as I grind against her, both loving and hating the friction because it makes me want to be inside of her tight little pussy so fucking bad, but I don’t want to push her. I want her to be ready, to want me just as badly as I want her and have no doubt in her mind that she’s ready.
Closing the distance once more, she presses her lips to mine, letting out a little moan as she rocks herself against me. When she pulls back, her pupils are blown with desire, and I find that I have to hold back both myself and a curse when she says a single word that both tests my strength and shows off that *she* is my weakness.
“You.”
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