Every Soul

“It was a pleasure, Arion,” he says “Bain, I trust that you’ll call me.”


He nods his head and we watch James walk off. I lean on Bain’s shoulders wrapping my arm around him, feeling guilty for opening my mouth. He looks down at me and kisses the top of my head. Inside I feel bad, I know it wasn’t my place to tell James that Bain would call him. However, I could tell that he cares about him and I’m hoping maybe he can talk some sense into him.

The game resumes and I pass him his beer. We watch together, both of us enjoying the intense back and forth battle between these two rivals.

As the teams move from one side of the court to the other, one guy in particular on the opposing team reminds me of Bain. They don’t necessarily look alike; they both just carry themselves the same way. “What position did you play?” I ask.

“Guard. Watch number seventeen right here, he’s a lot like me.”

I smirk at him as he points to the guy I’ve been watching. He kisses me, holding our mouths together and then asks, “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I’m not laughing.”

“You might not be laughing, but that smirk is all over your face.”

“It’s always there, silly. Number seventeen, I heard you, and I already had my eye on him.”

“You better watch yourself or you’re not going to make it out of this arena without a rough fucking,” he says strongly into my ear.

“Shhh, I’m focusing.” I pretend to ignore him, watching the men on the court. But it pisses him off. Out of the corner of my eye I can see him clear as day, arms crossed and forearms flexing. If I had to guess, my ignoring him is making him a bit jealous.

“Yeah, I definitely like number seventee—”

He cuts me off by yanking me out of my chair. I barely grab my coat, before he begins to rush me away from the court. Guess I didn’t get him drunk enough, because he’s in total control. Adrenaline surges through me, thinking of what he’s going to do. I’m sure he’ll take me into a restroom and have his way with me. But as we pass sign after sign, directing us to different bathrooms, he ignores them and heads towards the exit.

“Put your coat on,” he snarls.

I comply immediately, just as the brisk air hits me like a ton of bricks. Bain shrugs his coat on and then pulls me tightly against him. Walking to his car, I can’t imagine getting undressed in this weather.

“You like number seventeen, do yah?”

I can’t help, but giggle at his behavior. I was only watching the guy he told me to, now he’s gone all caveman on me, practically dragging me to his car. “You know, number seventeen seems like a great ball handler. Would you mind if I got his jersey? I mean, since you’re not going to play again.”

He opens my door and ushers me into the car. The intensity in his face makes my * tighten. “You’re lucky it’s cold right now.”

“Why?” I ask confused, playing like I don’t know what he’s thinking.

“Because I would fuck you every which way in my car.”

“And you think that I would mind?”

He shakes his head, leaving the parking lot in a hurry. As he exits, I think he’ll turn right back towards New Jersey, but instead he goes left and heads into the city. It’s only a few blocks ’til he pulls up to The New Yorker, a lavish hotel, and the hot valet guy opens my door.

I look to Bain and he winks at me, then gets out of the car walking around reaching for my hand, making the valet guy feel very small. As our hands connect and we walk in with no luggage, I feel sort of sleazy, but truth be told, Bain turns me on in a way that no other man ever has. I would let him fuck me in the middle of this gorgeous lobby with everyone watching if he so desired.

The ceiling is gold and there is a huge, round chandelier hanging from it.

“Welcome to The New Yorker. Are you checking in?” a cute brunette asks.

“We are,” Bain responds. “But we don’t have reservations.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re booked for the night. You might try—”

He cuts her off. “You didn’t ask what kind of room we wanted. I’d like to book a suite, please.” Then he sets down a black American Express card and his ID.

The woman blinks several times, then responds. “Of course, my apologies, sir.” She feverishly types away with her cheeks the color of crimson. Bain not only embarrassed but impressed her, and I love it. How dare she judge him and assume what he wants? Doesn’t she see the specimen of a man that he is? While we wait, he grabs my neck and whispers in my ear, “We’re not staying the night, okay?”

I nod my head, thankful that he remembered. Then the woman hands him the key and says, “I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding. If you need anything at all during your stay, please let us know.”

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