“As much as I love this Captain America thing you’ve got going on right now, and I really do, I need you to listen to me right now.” I take both of his hands and place them above his head as my lips trail up the side of his neck.
“Fuck, Harper, you’re killing me.”
“Now you know how I feel right now. I want you to fuck me.” I bite his ear and that seems to flip a switch because he flips me onto my back and proceeds to show me just how dirty Captain America can be.
19
Josh
“Can I get a picture with you?” a boy asks as his father holds his shoulders in support.
My eyes catch Harper’s who gives me a sad smile and I make a point to apologize later because after the fifth time, I know she’s getting annoyed and if I’m honest, I am too.
“Sure.” My smile seems genuine but in the back of my mind, all I want to do is have a quiet dinner with my girlfriend and talk about her day. I have the night off, one of the few I have in the next month, and I want to spend it looking at her beautiful face and not at the front-facing camera that is now thrust in front of me.
“Thank you so much, Mr. Anderson!” he says, the smile taking over his face as his father gives me a grateful look when they walk away.
“I get it now,” she admits, bringing her water to her lips and taking a sip.
“You get what now?” I smile and take her hand in mine.
“Why you hate going out. The number of people that want something from you, it’s exhausting and I’m just witnessing it, but you’re living it.”
I chuckle, bringing her palm to my lips and kiss it softly.
“You get used to it,” I lie, looking around the restaurant and hoping to God we don’t get interrupted again. “What?” I say when I see her eyes narrow.
“You’re a bad liar.” She shakes her head and then picks up the dessert menu and we order the chocolate cake to share. “What if I wanted all of that cake for myself?” she grunts, crossing her hands over her chest in protest but all that does is let my eyes feast on her tits for a few seconds. “Eyes up here, Mr. Anderson, we’re in public.” She winks as I smile, wondering how this became so easy. Everything about our relationship since Harper let me in has been pure bliss.
Just as the waiter brings the cake over with two forks, my phone rings and I look over at my girl and see understanding cross her features but also sadness, so I choose to ignore it. And like that night a few weeks ago, once it stops, it starts all over again. I sigh, mouthing “I’m sorry” as I take the phone out of my back pocket and see that it’s my agent.
“Shit, I gotta take this, sweetheart.”
She nods her head and nods toward the cake sitting in front of her.
“Don’t be surprised if this whole thing is gone by the time you’re done.” She smirks as I laugh quietly to myself and walk away from our table and down the hall where it’s a bit quieter.
“This is the second time you’ve interrupted a night with my girl, Justin. This better be an emergency,” I grit through clenched teeth as I pace the hallway, making a point to look back at Harper every few seconds as if she’ll disappear on me.
“The Hawks called me this morning.” By the tone of his voice, I’m guessing this is not going to be a good conversation. “They’re concerned about your play, they’ve noticed how much your game is fluctuating and want to make sure this isn’t going to be an ongoing thing.”
I roll my eyes and wonder when having a few bad games in between some good games became everyone’s business.
“Before you get all huffy...”
I grunt, hating that he knows me so well.
“Come meet me at Paul’s. We’ll have a drink and I can go over everything they said plus my thoughts on how to move forward.”
I take a deep breath, taking one last look at Harper who is too occupied with her chocolate cake to notice me staring at her.
“Fine, but this better be quick, I was in the middle of a date.”
He says he’ll meet me there in half an hour and so I hang up the phone, placing it back in my pocket, walking back to my table where Harper is licking the last remnants of the cake off her fork.
“Enjoying that, are you?” I ask, trying to control the urge to groan at the sight of her tongue licking that damn fork.
“You took too long.” She shrugs, giving me that deadly smirk as I sit back down. “Who was on the phone?”
“Justin,” I say, raking my fingers through my hair and wondering why all of this had to happen now.
“Your agent? What did he want?” Her voice is light but reserved as her eyes take me in.
“He needs to talk to me about a call he had with the Hawks.”
Her brow furrows in confusion and I chuckle, because I’m guessing that’s exactly what I looked like when he told me the same thing.
“What does management want? Do you think it’s about the last couple of games?”
I tilt my head to the side, forgetting sometimes that she knows more about this life than I think. It’s refreshing to not have to explain every detail of my life to someone.
“Probably. Justin did say something about them being concerned about my numbers, so that’s probably it.”
She shakes her head and mutters something about only caring about money and not their players. I give her a sad smile as I take her hand in mine.
“But him calling means I have to cut our date short.”
Her face falls for a split second before that
