The game was fun to watch, as always. Justin and Britney seemed to be working things out well, though I can be positive Justin never once brought up his suspicions about Wade. I tried hard not to think about it or anything else, and naturally I became immersed in the game. I was way into it. I had to remind myself constantly that I wasn't watching the NBA Championships. It wasn't right to pick that fight with the referee, but charity or not, the call he made was stupid. Joey had to come be the mediator.
"Chill, geez we take you to New York once and you come back like my Aunt," he teased.
I smiled. "Funny, Joe. Go back out there and keep pretending you know what's going on."
"Now that, I can do well."
I pushed him off, and sat back in my seat. I had my seats right behind the Knights. I won't lie, JC in that uniform now adding the curly hair? I had to pinch myself a few times, it was too good to be true. BUT, I had to keep it together. Or at least pretend like I can.
As the game finished, there was press, and then the guys were free to go and get ready for the after party. I had already made myself comfortable on the bus watching tv, when I heard them get on.
"Zee, you here?" Lance called out.
"Yeah, in the back!" I called back.
The door swung open, but I wasn't going to look up.
"Hey, don't bring that funk in here," I joked. A pillow slammed into the side of my face and I heard Chris laughing out the door. Jackass.
2001: Gametime...
In the elevator, everyone was talking about their favorite parts of the game and challenges. I just enjoyed listening to their versions of it. And I say their versions heavily, because most of it did not happen at all. I saw everything and was close enough to hear everything.
"Really Chris, you flew in the air like Jordan?" I asked.
"Yeah, didn't you see me?"
"Amazing you can do that and still have time to forget, YOU'RE SCARED OF HEIGHTS," I laughed.
"Hey, I'm not scared, it's a phobia!"
JC and I laughed at Chris' silliness as we stepped off the elevator together. The other guys were up one more floor.
"Smell you later, losers," I called.
"Back atcha doll!" Justin called before the doors closed.
I opened the door to the shared hotel suite, feeling arms enclose around me from behind when the door clicked shut.
"Ewww," I said.
"You know it's our tradition to share the must, so shut up," JC remarked.
"Unfortunately, yeah. Hit the showers, Captain."
I released myself from his hold and sat down on the edge of the bed. I took off my shoes and placed my socks in my bag. I stood in front of the bed, plunging face down into the fluffy white blanket laid over the mattress. "Oh, this is heavenly," I said, flipping onto my back.
"Thanks, I work out," JC called. I heard the water filling up in the tub and I could smell the bubble solution he was using, fill the air. Apple Pomegranate. Mmm.
I sat up, about to let a sarcastic remark flying out of my mouth, and was instantly shut down. JC had left the bathroom door open, and I saw him taking off his clothes. It's not like I never saw JC naked before, but damn, you think he'd try not to be so tempting. I got off the bed, walking to the bathroom.
"At least close the door, stud," I said, leaning against the door frame. Ugh, his body was so amazing. JC let his body slide down into the tub and he let out a sigh of relief. Tease.
"You can close it for me," he grinned.
I rolled my eyes. "No thanks, I'll pass."
"Boooo!" he jeered. "But wait, at least do me one other tiny favor."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Wash my hair for me, please?" he sweetly asked.
That cute, innocent look he had on his face was what made me do anything for him. I would say that look made me do anything once upon a time, but it still worked. It was flawless.
"Sure," I agreed.
I pulled off my t-shirt, I had a tank top underneath. I threw it, aiming for it to land on the bed. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail as I sat on the edge of the tub, behind him. I placed my fingers into his hair, instantly falling in love with how his curls felt on my fingertips.
"You sure you want your hair washed right now?" I asked. He nodded. "Wet your hair."
JC took a deep breath and slid under the water and came back up wiping his face. I went to grab a face towel, knowing what was about to come next.
"My eyes, my eyes, it burns," JC whined.
I knelt down onto the bath rug and took the face cloth, dabbing his eyes. He had them shut tightly. I couldn't help but giggle a little bit.
"You're such a big baby," I cooed.
He finally opened his eyes and they were a little red. No one told him to dip his head that way when there's bubble bath in the water. I continued to dab his eyes, until his eyes looked a little better.
"That's why I'll always need you. No one knows how to take care of me, like you do," he said, his wet fingertips caressed my cheek.
Those words stabbed me in the heart. Could he really mean that? It was a bit hard to believe JC would always need me. What would happen when he found someone else? He wouldn't need me then, would he? JC didn't seem to need me much now.
"Don't do that," I warned, trying to ignore what was beginning to happen to my mindset.
"Don't do what?" he asked, biting his lip, trying to catch my eyes since I was avoiding his.
"You know what, that, what you're doing right now," I replied, getting up to go get the complimentary hotel shampoo. I sat behind him and lathered it onto his hair. I let my fingers gently massage against his scalp, and JC leaned his head back.
"Mmm, that feels so good," JC sighed.
What a super tease! I shook it off and continued to wash his hair. I thought about waterfalls and rain-forests, cute puppies, anything that would get my mind off of JC and his naked body in a jacuzzi tub. I got up to go get the ice bucket and filled it up with water.
"Put your head back," I said.
He did as I said, and I untangled his hair with my fingers as I let the water sift through it. His eyes were looking up at me. It was a bit creepy, actually. JC lifted his hand out of the water and placed it on the back of my neck. To keep from falling in, I steadied both my hands on each side the tub. JC pulled me closer, his lips taking in my bottom one. My blood went speeding through my veins. Before I could pull back, JC was taking me into a deeper kiss, his tongue brushing against mine.
Water was dripping down my back, my hair was a bit damp, he pulled it out of its' ponytail. I knew that JC wasn't going to be letting up on kissing me, until he finally had to catch his breath and broke apart our lips. I leaned back up, attempting, poorly might I add, to pull myself together. I could hear JC moving around in the water, I wasn't looking at him at the moment, so I don't know what he was doing. When I finally did glance at the tub, all I saw were JC's legs. He was standing up. Suds were all over him, water streaming down his bare skin. Holy fuck me. JC stretched his arm out, grabbing my hand, and yanking me to his chest. My heart was racing, mostly because he pulled me so quick, it scared the crap out of me. The front of my tank top was soaked, and I could actually feel the warm water sliding down into my jeans. At least I hope it was water down there.
"I'm wet," I said.
JC lapped his tongue over my neck. "Good," he growled.
"I meant my clothes," I moaned.
"Won't be wet if you take them off," he said.
"I don't want to," I challenged.
"I don’t fucking care. Off," he demanded.
My jaw dropped open. I was taken aback. Who the hell was this bossing me around? Telling me what do? Commanding me to take off my clothes? Who said he could be so God damn sexy? And why the heck was I doing what he said? I dropped my tank top on the floor, soon followed by my bra. I looked up at JC who was getting such a kick out of being listened to.
"What're you watching me for? Take the rest off. I'm waiting," JC said.
I unbuttoned my jeans and kicked my legs out of them. I shimmied out of my underwear, kicking my clothes to the side. JC's mouth watered as he looked at me. Finally, JC sat down on the edge of the tub, with his legs still in the water. Not wanting to waste anymore time, JC somehow lifted me up and onto his lap. I drug my fingers through his wet hair, and brought our lips together for another kiss.
I could feel JC's erection against my skin, I really was wet this time. Guess some things will never change. JC dove his hand between our bodies, grabbing his penis, teasing the tip around my opening. I whimpered, squeezing his shoulders tightly. I didn't want to be teased, not right now.
"Wrap your legs around me tightly and lock your ankles," JC said lowly.
I did as he said, squeezing my teeth down hard on my lip, as I felt him slide a bit deeper inside me. Still continuing to tease me, I finally moved JC's hand from between us and roughly pushed into him. He groaned out, grabbing my ass in his hands, sliding me up and down his erection quickly. Enclosing my walls around his bare skin felt so amazing.
JC's breath was hot against me, the contact of our skin creating an atmosphere of mind-blowing tension and heat. As I was dropping down onto his lap, JC let out short, rapid gasps of breaths between moans. I loved to hear his reaction to being pleasured. It made me want to ride him faster, harder, better, and be the best he would ever have. Those hands were tightly gripped onto my waist, JC digging himself deeper inside me. My arms were wrapped around him, across the top of his shoulders. I gently scratched my fingers along the back of JC's neck as I let him have control of my hips. The sounds of ecstasy flowed easily into his ear, feeling the sting of his fingernails sinking into my damp skin.
"You better not come," JC warned, speaking firmly into my ear, all while picking up speed, and pounding himself inside me.
I couldn't help but get close to bursting wide open. Feeling JC's hips winding and rolling in all the right movements, it was hard. I tried to calm my moans so JC wouldn't know, but it wasn't working. JC was climbing into spots that had my thighs tightening around him, back scratching, the whole nine. Was he really this great in the sack, or was it me just craving him since my first time? Shit, had to be both. My moaning began to rise, I couldn't have unlocked my ankles if I actually wanted to.
"Oh fuck," I moaned.
"Don't fuckin' come," JC whispered into my ear.
Talk about putting the icing on the cake. My entire body went rigid, I was clenched tightly around JC. My moans began to rise until I finally felt that climax hit, and I screamed out. I let myself take on the feeling that was ruling my body. Orgasm after orgasm, it washed over me. My grip around JC's neck got tighter. I wasn't thinking if he could breathe or not because my mind was in another place. JC wasn't continuing on, which meant he came, too. He came. Shit. When I finally did unwrap my arms from JC and pull back to look at him, I smacked him in the arm.
"Ow!" he smiled. "What was that for?"
I focused my eyes on his, worry sweeping over my face. "You came, too."
JC didn't say anything, he just pulled me back into him for a hug. The reality of what just happened hadn't even begun to hit either of us. We just sealed the rest of our deal.
Literally.
2001: Survey says?
Vegas was....fun. I called that something was going to happen between JC and I, and it did. It was like checking off something on my to-do list. Literally. It felt good to feed that craving for the last time, but as always it came with consequences. This was a big possible consequence. Let this be a lesson: Wrap. It. Up. No matter what age you are, teenager, adult, we all turn into imbeciles when we're horny.
Regardless, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.
JC stuck close to me for the rest of the trip. It was the most attention I'd gotten from him in the longest time, but I didn't want to get it this way. I think he felt obligated or something, as if it were his duty to stay by my side at all times. I took a plane home, while the guys headed off for Tampa. I had to promise JC I'd call him the second I got home. But, I didn't. I knew he wouldn't be anywhere near his phone. To be honest, the first thing I thought about doing once I got home, was call Chris. I had to speak to him about a few things, important things. The last person I wanted to add to the list of potentially hating me, was Chris.
I waited to call JC, though. I waited about a week and a half. When I did decide to pick up the phone him, we talked like nothing was going on. Technically they weren’t. Things weren’t out of the ordinary just yet, so we felt relieved. It wasn’t until about seven weeks later that I began feeling different.
I was walking inside from a quick trip to In-N-Out. I had barely made it all the way upstairs to my room before I had the phone attached to my ear. I was getting ready to dial JC’s number for our weekly check-in, when I felt a sudden queasiness creep up on me. I ran out of my room and into the bathroom, letting it all come up. When I thought I was finished, I'd be hovered over the toilet again. I was supposed to start my period yesterday. Okay, so maybe I'd have to call him later when I wasn't revisiting the lunch I just had moments earlier. Instead, I needed to call Celeste and have her take me to the store.
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"I don't know what to say right now, Zahra," Celeste said.
"It just happened. One moment we're joking in the elevator and the next we're having sex on the edge of a jacuzzi tub. We were so caught up in the moment, it felt like....like a blur," I explained.
"What are you gonna do?" she asked.
"I don't know. JC and I haven't talked about it in depth, yet," I replied.
"You'll be calling him right after, don't waste one second," she told me. I didn't even put up a fight, I just nodded. She reached over and held my hand. "Everything will be fine, I'll be here for you through it all. We'll do this at my place."
I wiped a tear away from my eye, squeezing Cel's hand back. I needed her. If there was anyone that could keep me from doing anything else stupid, it was my good and dependable Celeste.
While JC and the guys were finishing up their Popodyssey Tour, I was glad I had another few weeks away from JC. I didn't want to fill my head with any ideas of us all of a suddenly living happily ever after. With JC, with me, with us, I always had to expect the unexpected. JC wouldn't be the same. Neither would I.
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I sat on the counter of Celeste's bathroom, kicking my legs back and forth. Waiting. It felt like years. I hopped off the counter and paced back and forth. I finally picked up the stick and looked at it. Blue. Positive. I felt my throat closing up. Okay. Calm, I needed to stay calm.
"Celeste!" I screamed as I ran out of the bathroom.
"What happened, what'd it say?" she asked.
I simply stared at her, I didn't utter a word. Celeste read my face and she hugged me tightly. Was this for real? Is it possible that I'm in some dream I can't seem to wake up from?
"We need to get another one and try it out again, just to be sure," Celeste said.
"I know." My mind was foggy, I couldn't think straight.
"You need to call JC, Zahra."
"I just called him for his birthday, Cel. I wanna wait," I said. JC's 25th birthday was three days ago, I at least wanted to give him some time before I dropped something heavy onto his lap.
"Wait for what? He needs to know, Zee."
"He will know, I'll tell him when he comes tomorrow. I'd rather tell him face to face, so we can talk," I assured.
"What do you think he's going to say?" she asked.
"I don't know."
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