Page 26 of Stroked Hard
Holly: Where is your coach?
Holly: Hollis! What the fuck? You’re better than this.
Yup, Holly made it to the competition which at first made me so fucking happy, but right about now, I wish she was still overseas.
Ignoring her text messages, I scroll down to the one that is most important to me. I sent her a text earlier today letting her know I had a dream about her last night.
Melony: What was I doing? If you say sucking your dick, I’m going to punch you.
Just that single text puts me in a better mood. Leaning back, I pump up my diving mix I put together and text her back.
Hollis: You made me brownies. But just as I was about to eat them, I woke up.
Her response is fast. Thank fuck I don’t have to wait forever. I need to talk to her right now.
Melony: Is this where you say my pussy was the actual brownie?
Hollis: Look whose mind is in the gutter.
Melony: You put it there.
Hollis: Now if only I could get your heart in my hands, then I would be golden.
It’s so fucking true. All I want is for Melony to give me a chance. One. Fucking. Chance. I would show her how good of a boyfriend I am, how much of a perfect match we really are.
Melony: Shouldn’t you be diving?
Hollis: Keeping track of me?
Melony: Just looking for an excuse to change the subject.
Of course she would want to change the subject when I start talking about dating her. I’m not going to lie; her rejection is a bit of a blow to the ego. The only thing that keeps me in pursuit is her texts back to me. If she wanted nothing to do with me at all, I believe she would have blocked me by now. That’s what I want to believe, at least. Right now, I feel that it is the only thing I can cling to. My life-long coach is dead, my new asshole coach has quit, my sister can’t dive anymore because of me, and I’m diving like shit today.Just give me something here, Melony. Please.I suck in a deep breath to attempt to not lose it completely.
Hollis: One more dive to go.
Melony: Really? Are you in the lead? As if I really need to ask.
I love her confidence, if only she fucking knew.
Hollis: Not my best day.
I hate sending the text but if I lie, she’ll know I’m lying, as this shit is televised. But fuck, I hate looking weak in front of her,notmy best. She may think I’m a cocky bastard but Inormallyhave good reasons to be cocky. I know my strengths and I use them to my advantage.
Today though, fuck, today I’m so weak it’s destroying my chances at my third Olympics. One bad day is all it takes. I’ve seen it happen before; I just never thought I would be in this position.
“Hollis, two minutes.”
Fuck. I stand and start to shuck my warm-ups when my phone beeps.
Melony: Don’t let it be your worst. You got this.
Fuck me, and just like that, my heart is pounding rapidly in my chest, my adrenaline starts to surge, and all I can think about is the beautiful smile of hers. Melony is right. Iwon’tlet this day be my worst.
This woman, why won’t she let me be a part of her life? Why won’t she let me be her better half? That’s all I want. I know she thinks I’m crazy when I say we’re going to be married one day, but hell if I don’t truly believe it. Sometimes, you just fucking know. My dad knew with my mom, and I know with Melony. What I don’t know is why she is so adamant about saying no. Why the very idea of dating me seems so abhorrent to her. Has she always been this bristly toward men? Because with such a gorgeous body and face, there is no way she hasn’t received attention. I want her, but right now my head needs to be focused on my next dive. The dive thatwillsecure my position in the Olympic diving team. And thanks to the encouragement from my girl-to-be, that’s what I’m going to do.
Quickly, I text her back before I take off for the pool.
Hollis: Thanks, mini muffin.
