Talkin' Trash
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The glass that shattered, however, was a jar that had been holding about eight hundred condoms.
All of the condoms were spread out over the ground. Green ones and blue, red, and ribbed, too.
“Wow,” I said as I bent over and dug her shorts out of the mess on the floor. “I guess I should count myself lucky that this wasn’t the chemical closet where the janitor keeps all his supplies.”
“You didn’t know which one you were coming to as you brought me here?” She laughed.
I shook my head and handed her the shorts she’d been wearing.
Glass shards fell out of them, and I shook them out to loosen any other stray pieces.
She took them as she reached up over the shelf above her head and grabbed a piece of fabric that the trainer usually put between our skin and ice packs that we used on various parts of our body.
Then without a hint of embarrassment, she wiped herself clean from between her legs, making me horny all over again, and reminding me that my dick was still very much hanging out of my pants.
“Hand me one of those, too?” I rasped.
Her eyes met mine, and whatever she saw there had her glancing down, eyes widening slightly at what she found.
“You cannot seriously be…” she started.
“I can and I am.” I shrugged. “I don’t know what it is about you, but my control is shot whenever you’re around me.”
She sighed and threw the towel she’d used to clean herself down on the floor, then shook out her shorts until her underwear came free of the tangled mess—as well as a few more shards of glass.
“I’m going to get glass shards in my vagina because of you.” She narrowed one eye at me. “Do you even care?”
I tucked my dick back in my shorts and tried to think about anything besides Conleigh and her vagina.
Like the fact that I still had two more sets to do, and I wasn’t leaving until they were done.
Granted, they’d be remarkably harder to do now that I’d stopped and given my arms time enough to realize that I’d killed them on that first set. I’d also held Conleigh up for a good eight minutes while I fucked the living daylights out of her.
How did I know it’d been eight minutes? A glance at my watch told me so.
“I guesstimate that Joe will give me ten minutes at most, because that’s as long as the athletic trainer can deal with him. He’ll be sent on his way and will be looking for me any minute now.” I paused, my dick once again reminding me that she was half naked. “You should probably put your underwear and shorts back on.”
And just like that, Joe called my name.
I sighed and shook my head. “Quick, tell me something that’ll make this go down.”
I gestured to my dick, and Conleigh snorted. “What would happen if you hurt yourself so bad that you can’t play next season? Do you have to give your money back?”
My mouth fell open as horror washed over me. “Why would you ask that?”
My dick was definitely no longer a problem anymore.
Just the thought of getting hurt sent terror coursing through my veins.
Football was all I knew. It was my favorite thing in life. It was the one thing that was always consistently there for me when I needed it to be.
Granted, my dad was a good dad—when he could be. But we were never what I would consider well off.
He worked his ass off, night and day, to make sure that I got what I needed—clothes, food, a car. He got them all for me, but the price of that was him working his freakin’ ass off and leaving me at home while he worked overtime to accomplish that goal.
I wanted to go to a football camp that the local college was putting on? Twelve hours of overtime. I wanted to get a new pair of cleats? Seven hours of overtime.
It was a vicious cycle for sure, and only now that I was older did I realize that there were times I’d have rathered that he was around more often.
But I didn’t dwell on it. Things ended up okay.
My dad and me were close, we were all happy, and overall, there wasn’t a single thing I had to complain about.
Conleigh, who must have slipped her shorts on while I was lost in my thoughts, walked up to me and placed her hand on my face. Looking at me with concern in her eyes, she asked, “Are you okay?”
I nodded, pulling her into me. “Fine.”
“Are you sure? That was just supposed to be a joke,” she admitted. “I would never want that to happen.”
But it could happen, which was why it was a fairly big fear of mine.
Football had always been there, even when my dad had not.
I wasn’t bitter or anything, but the thought of not having it because I was injured scared me a little more than I was willing to admit.
“Can you wait for about twenty more minutes?” I asked.
She was seconds away from replying when the door to the supply closet opened and Joe said, “Can we finish?”
Joe looked pissed, and I had a feeling that had more to do with the athletic trainer than because I’d asked for some time during the middle of a workout.
“Yeah,” I agreed, placing a chaste kiss on Conleigh’s forehead before letting her go.
When she went to pull away completely, I caught her hand in mine and guided her into the hallway, making a short stop to pick up the rag that she’d used to clean up and drop it into the closest trashcan.
Conleigh promptly blushed scarlet but didn’t say another word.
Joe stalked in front of us, his hands clenched into fists, and I had no choice.
I had to know what had happened.
“Joe?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
Joe sighed and loosened his fists, but the tension was still in every muscle of his body.
“That goddamn woman drives me insane,” he admitted. “It doesn’t matter what I do. Talk to her nicely? Tease her? Bug the shit out of her? None of it affects her. It’s like she’s a cyborg or something.”
“Who?” Conleigh whispered into my ear so that only I could hear.
“Joe has a crush,” I whispered back. “And she doesn’t reciprocate.”
Conleigh made an ‘ah-ha’ motion with her head but didn’t reply, which was good, because Joe and his crush were not a good topic of conversation when he was acting like this.
Joe didn’t get in a bad mood very often, but when he did, he usually had the athletic trainer on his mind.
We arrived in the weight room and it was no longer empty, but the newcomer didn’t bother me.
I was more than used to working out with an audience. Hell, it was my job to athletically perform in front of a very large audience. One more person in the weight room wasn’t much of an audience at all when compared to the tens of thousands of screaming fans that were normally there for games.
“Let’s do this,” Joe growled.
I looked over my shoulder at Conleigh and gestured to the mats that were set up for us to roll out our muscles with the roller once we were done lifting weights.
She went, but not before she delivered the parting comment from hell.
“I’ll just sit here and do some Kegels while you do your thing.”
Chapter 13
If you wear a condom, it’s not cheating.
-Things you hear as a nurse
Conleigh
Linc was sexy as hell on a good day. Adding a baby to his arms? Yeah, that was just asking for my vagina to implode.
The sheer number of fans that this man had was downright amazing, and honestly, humbling.
Not to mention that Linc was so good with them. All of them.
From the oldest to the youngest—like the two-week-old little girl that someone had just placed in his arms.
“We named her Jamie,” the proud father said. “After James, your last name. I tried to get my wife to go with Lincoln, but she wasn’t sure that it was a good girl name.”
I wasn’t, either.
I also wasn’t sure that I’d be thrusting my two-week-old baby girl into the arms of a man they didn’t even know, but that might’ve been just me.
It was week two of Linc moving in with me, and there hadn’t been a single thing that had gone wrong since the night that Hoax was hurt.
Hell, Tyson hadn’t acted out of character even once.