“I need you so much, Juniper.” I start kissing her neck, tucking that smooth, chestnut hair behind her ear. “I need you, now, with nothing between us.”
"Oh god, Ty. I trust you. I trust you. But you have to pull out." She looks over her shoulder at me and I nod. She tilts her hips back, opening herself a little more for me to slide in. I’ve never been with a woman like this before, bare. Just me and her. “Jesus Christ, this feels so good, Juniper.” Her pussy glides against my cock, the warm honey of her arousal coating us both as I slide in and out.
“There’s nobody but you for me,” I tell her, pistoning into her body, not caring who comes into the stairwell at this moment. Nothing exists except the warm, moist heat of Juniper Jones swallowing me body and soul. “Who makes you come, baby?”
She doesn’t answer, just moans as I pick up the pace and reach around to massage that magical place that brings her over the edge. Desperate, she rocks her hips against my fingers. I pull back my hand. “Say it, Juniper. Who makes you come?”
“Christ, Ty. You do. Only you. Please.” And at that, I press a knuckle against her clit in the way I know drives her wild. I feel her pussy contracting against my cock inside her as she comes.
“You make me cum so hard, Juniper," I groan, slamming into her once, twice more before I pull out. I cum right on her back, hot jets spraying out of me, marking her as mine. I feel savage and raw, and I lean my head against her shoulder, both of us breathing heavy. I massage her shoulders and start to ease her gown back down, but I don’t wipe up the mess. I just kiss every inch of her I can reach. As I zip my fly, I think about her going back up to that party with my cum dripping out of her dress. The caveman in me rears up again and I remember the jealousy that brought me into this stairwell. “Juniper.”
She turns to look at me, but neither of us says anything. What is there to say after what we just did? It was hot and intimate and primal. I stoop down and pocket her panties, which draws a short laugh from her. She smooths out her hair and opens her mouth to say something when I hear the door to the stairwell open above me. Juniper gasps and we look up to see Matty standing on the landing.
I lean back against the wall and don’t say anything. Juniper walks up the stairs and past Matty, eyes wide, and goes back out to the party.
He starts to walk down the stairs after the door shuts and he stands next to me on the landing. “How long have you been fucking her, Stag?”
“It’s not like that, Matty.”
He holds a hand up to stop me. “Don’t pull that shit with me, Ty. How long?”
I exhale. Fuck it, I decide. “Since the day I met her,” I tell him. “I’m in love with her, Matty.”
This makes his jaw drop. I didn't know I was going to say that, but once it falls out of my mouth I know it's true. I fucking love that woman. I’ve rendered him speechless, and that’s saying something for a sports agent. He’s seen a lot of shit in his day. “You love her? You?” I nod. He whistles. “Well that’s unexpected. I thought you were just screwing her to get back at your brother or something.”
“Come on, man. I can screw anyone I want. I don’t need to do my brother dirty that way.”
“All right, all right.” He leans against the wall. "She the one who gave you the bloody nose at the DMV?"
I nod, and he laughs. "I ought to take self-defense lessons from her. Seems like she knows what she's doing."
He has no fucking idea how strong my girl is, but I'm not about to go into all that right now.
“This entire stairwell reeks of sex, Ty. You know that, right?” I nod. He claps me on the back. “Let’s get back up there and we’ll figure something out.”
By the time I get back to the party, Juniper is gone. I call her, but she doesn't answer. At least let me know u got home safe, I text her, but I don't even see that she reads my message. That Ben fucker is gone, so I'm hoping he got her home. Every fucking time, that woman runs out when shit gets intense. I sigh and head for home, promising myself I'll find her in the morning.
Matty calls me before dawn. I'm half hungover, slumped sideways across my bed and I only reached over to pick up the phone because I thought it'd be Juniper. “We’ve got a problem, buddy. Pull up TMZ. I’ll wait.” I roll sideways and pull up the website on my phone. I see pictures of myself coming out of Juniper’s townhouse--grainy, far-off shots of me kissing her goodbye, walking away toward my car. The headline reads LUSTING FOR LAWYER and there’s some puff piece bullshit about how I’m boning my lawyer in secret.
“That fucking delivery guy,” I say to Matty. “I tipped him, gave him an autograph, and took a damn selfie with him and he still ratted me out to the paparazzi. How did they find out Juniper’s name?”
Matty prattles on about data aggregate sites and how much information is public if you feel motivated to search. I can feel my blood start to boil as fast as the whiskey hangover sends my head throbbing.
“Look, what are the chances that your brother is aware of this?”
I wait for a beat and say, “Ordinarily, I think he’d be on top of this shit immediately. But I know he meets with the Cavs on Monday and I think he’s holed up with his secret girlfriend preparing all weekend.”
“Your brother has a girlfriend, too?”
“Some chick my grandma knows from when we were growing up,” I tell him. “She’s a muffin chef. Or something. He doesn’t think we know, but he’s been seeing her on the sly for weeks.”
“All right, Ty. Give me until Monday and I’ll figure something out. Luckily this doesn’t seem too scandalous and I don’t think it’ll stick much to the top of the gossip sites. You better hope one of your teammates pees in the Stanley Cup or something this weekend.”