Tricks Of The Game

Chapter 29

*Kelsey's POV*

I stared at the clock. 3:45. I hadn't been able to sleep, all I could think about was Duncan. The way he leaned closer to me as his hand slid down my back, stopping just above my ass. I had silently pleaded for him to kiss me then and there. Stop thinking like this, I told myself. But I knew it wasn't that easy, all the old feelings I had for him were rushing right back. At the same time, I really was worried. He had a ton to drink, and I didn't know if it was just beer. He could be laying in his room dead of alcohol poisoning.

I got up, careful not to wake Rick. I didn't bother changing out of my pajamas, just threw a sweatshirt on over my tank top. I thought about all the good times we had as I walked down to his room. We had always been good friends. I had watched Colton 4 times a week for 3 months as he tried to save his marriage. I stayed up all night comforting him when his marriage failed, though they divorced on good terms. He visited me at least twice a month when I went to the Hogs, just so I could see him and my little Colton that I had grown so attached to. I stopped in front of his door and knocked. Hopefully it was loud enough that he could hear me without the rest of the hotel waking up. Luckily the door opened immediately.

"Hey hot stuff," he said with a smirk. He looked like hell.

"You're one to talk," I said, lightly punching him in the arm.

"I know. You're always cute," he said, still smirking. "So what brings you down here at this ungodly hour?"

"Honestly, I was afraid you died of alcohol poisoning."

"Oh my god, that is precious," he said laughing, pulling me in for a hug. "God, what would I do without you?"

"So, do you remember anything from tonight?" I asked, plopping down on his unmade bed. The smell of his cologne made me want to curl up with him and never leave.

"Well," he said, plopping down next to me. "I remember you walking up in your gorgeous dress and throwing water in my face." We both laughed. "But seriously, I remember pretending that I couldn't walk, knowing you'd put your arm around me. And I remember asking if you were joining me in the hotel room, knowing damn well you weren't, but hoping you would anyway. And I remember you laughing into my chest, and me desperately wanting to do this," he placed two fingers under my chin, gently lifting up so I was looking at him, and then he closed the gap, locking our lips for the first time. I kissed back, wanting this just as much as he did. He leaned me back gently, his tongue begging for entrance as my back reached the bed. His hand reached just under the hem of my shirt, and I put my hand on his chest and gently pushed back. I knew I had to tell him everything before this went any further.

"Duncs..."

"What's wrong babygirl?" He hovered over me.

"Nothing's wrong. Just, you need to know... I'm-" he cut me off with a kiss and laid on top of me, careful not to squish my stomach.

"Gonna be a mommy," he said grinning at me, finishing my sentence.

"How did you know?" I asked, smiling back at him. I was so happy he wasn't mad.

"I suspected it when you turned down a drink with me tonight, but I knew for sure when I saw you and Ben fighting. Please tell me it isn't Rick's baby," his stormy blue-gray eyes pleaded with me.

"It's not, it's actually Patrick's..." I said, waiting for his response. He looked almost relieved.

"I was really hoping there was nothing tying you to him," he said, rolling on his side and bringing me with him. He kissed me again. "What did Patrick say?"

"That I should get rid of it," I said, cuddling closer to him.

"Know what I think you should do?" He looked at me, his face unreadable.

"What?" I asked, kissing him, reveling in the feeling of his lips on mine.

"I think you should break up with Rick. You already got a guy right here," he said, kissing me back. "Plus Colton says he wants a little brother."

"Look Duncs," I said, pulling my shirt up over my stomach. "I have a tiny little baby bump."

"Aww," he said, putting his hand on my stomach and smiling. "Hey little peanut," he said, rubbing his thumb in circles just above my belly button. "Promise you're gonna think about what I said?" He asked.

"Of course," I said, leaning up to kiss him.

"Well, until you make your decision, I'm okay with flying under the radar for awhile. Just don't stop doing this with me," he said, pressing another passionate kiss to my lips.

"Never," I said, returning the kiss.

We laid in bed together for a couple more hours, our lips never leaving one another. Around 6:00, we decided I should go back to Rick's room. He walked me to the door, giving me one last kiss.

"When do we get to do this again?" He asked, keeping his hands on my waist.

"We have a road game tomorrow," I said, giving him a flirty little smirk.

"Ooh, I like the sound of that," he said, smirking back. "My room at midnight?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," I said, leaning up to kiss him once more before walking away.

I made it back to my room, opening the door quietly. Thankfully Rick was still asleep. I crawled back in bed, knowing I shouldn't be here. Hell, I didn't want to be here. I pulled my phone out and texted Bri.

SOS. Meet me in the breakfast room in 5. Don't bother getting ready yet, I'm in my pajamas.

5 minutes later, Bri walked down to the breakfast room.

"What's up girl?" She asked, still in her pajamas. Luckily no one was down here yet.

"So, um... Duncan and I..." I didn't know how to tell her.

"Girl, you didn't!" She gasped. I nodded my head. "You mean, you guys, like, did it?" I shook my head no.

"We just made out, I told him I didn't want to go farther until he was the only one in the picture."

"So what does this mean for you and Rick?" She asked.

"I don't know," I said honestly. "I really don't."

"Well, look at it this way girl. You have one guy who is usually 700+ miles away. There's no telling what he does while he's there. But you have another guy right here who you love and trust, and who feels the exact same way about you. Just think about that," she said before walking away.