On my way to the shower, my eyes locked with Jax’s, and he shook his head with a smirk. “Who would have thought, Michaels, who would have thought.”
Coach poked his head out of the door of his office, not quite as angry as before but still far from happy.
“Michaels,” he barked, “after the shower and ice bath, I want your ass in here. We clear?”
“Crystal clear,” I grumbled. I’d known this was coming, but fuck if I hadn’t hoped he’d justspontaneouslyforget my self-serving decision earlier on the field. I could see a little extra conditioning in my future, yet I’d still do it all over again just the same.
Hailey was worth it, she waseverything.
Twenty Five
Colt
Princess: I feel like I haven’t seen you all week *pouty face*
I was on the bus en route to an away game her squad would be attending as well, but we rode separate buses and had different schedules, which meant I’d arrive hours before they did. I was supposed to be going over the game plan and focusing on the upcoming game, but when I saw her nickname pop up on the screen, all my concentration took a flying leap off a cliff.
We didn’t get to see nearly as much of each other as I would have liked to. Between her practice, my practice, watching tapes, not to mention classes, it wasn’t easy to spend time together. Coach had chewed my ass out for my little stunt last game and made me run the stadium stairs and suicides after almost every practice this week.
Me: Then I might have some explaining to do. Or maybe I’m hallucinating. I could have sworn you were riding my dick last night.
We didn’t see each other much during the day, but we tried to spend the nights together whenever we could. Which we largely spent tangled in the sheets. No one could blame me now that I finally had her.
In fact, they were lucky we even left the bed at all, and it wasn’t even my favorite spot. As it turns out, I had quite an exhibitionist streak — I loved taking her anywhere I could get away with it, in any way possible.
Princess: You know what I mean, jackass
Me: Yeah, I know, baby. We’ll have a little more room to breathe next week. Don’t you think I’d like to see more of you?
Princess: See more of me? You mean like this?
With this message came a picture that made me incredibly happy I had a privacy screen. She had sent me pictures in just underwear here and there, but this was a new level.
My throat went dry, and I could barely swallow as I stared down at Hailey’s tits, her dusky, pretty nipples pebbled. My shorts became uncomfortably tight, and I pulled the hem of my shirt over my crotch.
Wearing oversized clothing was turning out to be quite an advantage.
Me: Fuck, give a guy a heads-up
Princess: I bet one head is up right now *devil emoji*
Princess: That was awful, sorry. Couldn’t help it *laughing emoji*
Me: You’re not wrong, though
Princess: Want to make a bet?
Me: Shoot
Princess: If you can manage, say, three sacks in this game, I’ll let you put a plug in my ass
I choked on my own spit, coughing and gasping for air. Hunter looked at me out of the corner of his eye, unimpressed, not lifting a single finger. Not until he thought I was really in trouble — the whole touching thing and all.
Princess: Right after the game
Me: Are you serious?
My dick was like a steel pipe between my legs, and a wet spot was forming at my tip.
