Chapter 89: Alone at Last

We make it to the mansion, leaving the Tesla in front of the house. Servants let us in and Bokuto leaves a kiss on my head and tells me, "Why don't you go take a hot bath and relax."

And so I listen.

I go to my room, and run a bath in the large tub. Mixing in a few things to make help with muscles that I know will be sore and tense.

Tomorrow, my body will be led against my bed. Steele legs that I have to drag around with me.

I don't feel it now. Now, I still feel like I can fly. That those moments in the games when I'd jump, to block, to spike, to serve, it didn't matter, I'd jump and every now and again, it felt like I would just freeze in the air.  In those moments, it wasn't me and the team on the court. It was just me and the ball in the air, and that was far better than sharing the court with all those fake girls.

I try to put them out of my mind. Cut on some smooth music and brushed my teeth.

When the tub was full enough and the bubbles covered the water, I took off the uniform I've been wearing for days, and eased myself into the hot water.

Then look over to the sink, where I left my phone, regretting my decisions. "Well, this will be boring," I sigh to myself as I lean back against the curved tub that was made for lounging. I lean back, tilt my neck back and let the water into my hair.

I let my hair soak into the water until I jump up when I hear a voice, "Or you can talk to me."

I held my hand to my thumping heart, looking back towards the open door. Seeing a clean hair dripping Bokuto leaning in the doorway. He chuckled a little as he stepped into the bathroom, "I got bored, no one's here and well…" he smirked now, "I mean you walked in on my bath so."

"Okay, I get it," I try to ease up, "It's just weird being the only one naked."

"Well," he started to pull the hem of his shirt up.

"It's fine," I say, pulling my knees up out of the water and leaning forward wrapping my arms around them. Watching him as he still takes his shirt off.

He starts to pull on the elastic band of his pajama pants. "I mean, the water does look nice."

"And if the adults come back?" Is the only thing I ask. I don't tell him not to, because his touch, his closeness really seems nice.

"I locked the door," he says, "But if you want me to stay all the way over here I can."

I nod my head towards the tub inviting him over. Just longing for his touch. For me in his arms.

His smile deepens and he slides the pants off and his boxers, letting them hit the floor.

He steps over towards the tub, so comfortable in his skin, not shying away a bit.

He comes up behind me, stepping into the water, sliding his body between my back on the tub, spreading his legs on either side of me. He lets out a moan, "Ah, I love the tubs here." He wraps his arms around my waist and I pulls my body against his, arching over me, head laying on my shoulder, settling in comfort. I feel his chest rise and fall against my back. Feel his breath leave him and blow against my wet neck. "I've been waiting all day for this."

"For what?" I question, wondering is squeezing into a tub with me was on his agenda for the day.

"To hold you. Alone. Just get away from everyone you know." He nested in deeper, "Everyone but you."

A smile pulls to my face, comforting all around me as he wraps himself around me.

I lean into him more. He leans back, leaving me to lay on his chest. I take one of his hand from me and turn it over in the warm water. I stroke the lines of his big palm, finding the relaxation he told me to get.

I let out a breath, "Been surrounded by the teams, the couches, the cameras all week long. It is nice to have a moment to ourselves." A smirk comes to my face as I shrug, "Might be nicer if we didn't have to get into a fight in order to have this moment."

"Hey hey hey," Bokuto laughed, "I don't know if I'd call that a fight. Your dear captain was way out of her league. Personally, I would have let you keep going but your grandfather told me to get you."

"Oh, I thought you just didn't want me to go down for murder," I laugh.

"Eh, I would have got you eventually. You weren't that close to murder yet. Now, those news broadcasters, I would mind murdering them."

"Yeah, if you were wondering if I was using you in some way like they said, I'm not," I huff.

"I know that. And if you were wondering-"

"I know…" I say, and we sit in silence for a moment, thinking over that broadcast and everything said and everyone watching, "These next two weeks will be Hell." I sigh, dropping my head.

"Maybe, strong chance the principal will just kick us out of school. I'm sure he's sick of us ruining his school's name."

"Honestly, I wouldn't mind," I groan, sinking more into the water.

"Honestly, I won't mind either." Bokuto breathes, "We could get on a flight to America tonight and that would be okay with me."

"Slow down, let's graduate first."

He wraps his arms around me tight, "Nah, fast forward. Just marry me and we can live happily ever after alright."

I laugh shaking my head, "That's not how life works Bokuto."

He sighs into me, lips brush my neck as he says, "It should be."

His touch, his closeness, his skin all over my skin. This is something I could get used to. Just him and just me.

The water starts to cool and I decide to get out and out of the tub. Bokuto following behind me. We grab towels and dry off, but as I dry off I feel Bokuto watching me. A smile on his face as he looks, with his towel tied at his hips.

I wrap the towel around me and grab my lotion. As I rub it across my body, still he watches. I can't take it anymore. I lean against the counter beside the sink, and ask, "What?"

"My girlfriend is hot, that's all…" he stood with a goofy smile, "That, and I haven't kissed you today."

"Well then, kiss me," I say and I don't have to say it twice.

He moves to me quickly, eagerly, taking my waist in his hands, pulling my body to his as his lips press to mine. Move with mine, tongues slipping and dancing and heat rising between us as towels until around ourselves.

Mines drops when his hold tights at my waist and he lifts me onto the countertop. His growing member pushes loose the tuck that was once holding his towel in place.

That towel is now on the floor and private parts are drawn nearer as we kiss. I scooch to the edge of the counter to be closer to him, as close as I can be.

He grabs his hardened self and moves closer, dragging the tip up and down between my moistening lips. He draws a moan from my other lips and in the break between our kisses, he moves his mouth to my neck. The tip of his tongue brushing, his teeth nibbling ever so slightly, another moan leaving me, and he breathes the simple word, "Yes," I to my neck.

He bites, and his name leaves me in a breathy whisper that seems to make his hip jump causing him, all of him, to slide into my wetness and both of us gasp.

This, this feels different than last night. Last night I didn't feel how smooth the soft skin moved inside of me.

And he feels the difference too. His head drops to my shoulder, his hands grip and my thigh and my hip, "Fuck," he groans, shaking a bit, "This is what you feel like?" He questions, his skin feeling my insides for the first time. Yes, this feels like the first time all over again. Unknown pleasure with the slightest fear of, should we?

We shouldn't I know this. He does to. So I say it, whispering his name again, "Bokuto," and trying to hold in a moan as he pushes himself deeper into me. "We should stop," I tell him.

He lifts his head now, still inside me, eyes closed as he nods, "Yeah, yeah… just," he kisses me against, hand to the back of my head as his hips move just a few pumps before I grab at his hips pushing him back. "Okay," He backs away now with his hands up pleading innocence, "Okay, I'm out."

The smile still plastered to his face makes me laugh as I point towards my bedroom, "Go get a condom."

He turns to go saying, "I knew you wanted more."

I roll my eyes, knowing he isn't wrong. I could join him, take this to the bed but I stay seat on the countertop waiting for his return. I listen in, hear him open the nightstand. I also hear the knock on the door.

I jump up off the counter, Bokuto comes running back into the bathroom scooping up his clothes from the floor mumbling, "Shit, shit shit shit," as he fumbles to put his clothes on.

The knock comes again.

I wrap my towel around me and whisper to Bokuto, "Stay in the bathroom." I head out into my bedroom and close the bathroom door asking, "Who is it?" When the third knock came.

"Ya mama," My mama shouted through the door and with it being my mom, that means I don't have to rush to put clothes on, great.

I go to the door, just cracking it open, seeing my mom standing alone in the hall. "Hey Ma," I say holding the towel close to my chest.

She looks skeptically at the towel and ask, "What were you doing?"

"I just got out of the tub," I don't lie.

"Ah-uh, and where's your little boyfriend? I don't know probably down in the gym or something." I lie now, and before she can ask I say, "That's why I locked the door, so he wouldn't walk in while I was, well naked and everything."

"Um…" She's still skeptical, "Well I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I am," I nod.

She nods too, "We'll all have to talk in the morning about what's going to happen when you go back to school. The principal already called requesting a meeting."

"Great," I groan, leaning into the door frame.

Mom nods and sighs before saying, "So, Bokuto… I think I like him?"

"Yeah?" I question with a smile on my face and nerves still in my chest. Like him, sure, like him enough to be cool with us taking a bath together and almost raw doggin it on the bathroom sink in my Aunty's house.

"Yeah. He cares about you for sure and it shows. He's a good guy."

I nod, smiling softly, "He is."

We stand in the awkwardness for a moment before Mom says, "Well, if you okay then good night."

"Goodnight," I wave to her. When she turns around I close my door again but wait for her to get farther away before looking it. Because she will question why I'm locking my door if I'm just going to sleep.I'm sure she's going to Aunt Bri now to ask why I even have a lock on my door.

I step back towards my bed and say quietly to Bokuto who I know is listening, "She's gone."

He comes back out of the bathroom sighing in relief, "Good," he says. He smiles wide as he steps to me, as he grabs me, pulling me close, "We can continue."

I fail to high a smile as I say, "You already have your clothes on."

"Easy fix," his smile moves down to my neck, kissing softly.

Another excuse left my lips, "Your dick went down."

Again he whispers, "Easy fix."

His hand reaches for the towel around my chest and I don't stop him from pulling the tuck loose and letting the towel fall.

I move with his as he kisses me, hands on my hips guiding me back to my bed. I sat down and he bent to still kiss me as he slowly moved down to his, lips trailing my breast as his hands grab at my thighs opening my legs and tracing up the inner thigh.

I looked towards the door once more. Checking, double checking that the door is locked. Before falling into it, keeping the moans low as he went down on me.

He showed me just how easy of a fix everything can be and we don't think about morning, as the empty condom wrappers stack through the night.