Sweet Satisfaction

It was quiet. I was the first one in. I hung my bag under my name and looked around the room. The towel attendant wheeled out an empty cart. In an hour, this place would be packed with guys gearing up for warm-ups. Right now, it was all mine .

I sat on the bench .

Stubbs was the first to walk in. “Hey, good to see you in here.” He smiled. He liked being early too .

“Good to be here .”

“It’s lucky we had that bye week.” He motioned toward my right hand .

“Oh yeah. Made all the difference .”

“And I heard you’re fucking the doctor .”

I laughed. “Yeah, and that .”

Stubbs pulled on his socks. We all had a pre-game ritual we followed. His started with the feet .

“Is she going to be here today?” he asked .

“Oh yeah. She’s in my box .”

“With your parents?” He scrunched up his face. “Your dad ?”

“Fuck.”

Stubbs stopped what he was doing. “What ?”

“I forgot to tell her about my fucking parents .”

He started laughing so hard he snorted. “That’s messed up. She’s going to kill you .”

I shook my head. “Lennon’s not like that .”

Or was she? Holy fuck. I’d told her that story about my dad and then stuck her in a box with him with no warning. I searched for my phone. I still had a chance to call her and give her a heads up. She could back out at the last minute and I’d get it. I wouldn’t want to be up there with him either .

Shit. My phone wasn’t in my bag. I pictured it in the bathroom, plugged into the charger. Double shit .

“Man, if you could see your fucking face right now.” Stubbs pointed at me. “This is why I never have one woman. I don’t want to deal with this shit .”

“You have two girlfriends. How is that any better ?”

“Well, if one gives me hell, I just go see the other one.” He grinned .

The guys started to trickle in. Everyone patted me on the back and gave me grief about my hand. There were a few comments about Lennon too, but I bit my tongue. I didn’t need to start punching out my own team before the game .

I’d never felt the need to protect someone before. But I didn’t like the way they talked about her. How hot she was. How fucking awesome she probably was in bed. I focused on lacing up my ties and tried to ignore them .

“Blakefield, you ready for this?” Bruno stuck his chest out and walked through the crowd of linemen .

“Hell, yeah.” I gave him a high five .

“Then let’s huddle and get out there .”

Eighteen

Lennon

I was taking being the quarterback’s girlfriend to a whole new level. I was wearing Wes’s jersey along with a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of gorgeous leather boots he had had embroidered for me with my initials inside. I knew the price tag on those alone was over a thousand dollars. He liked to spoil me, and I was starting to like it too. I pulled my hair back in a ponytail and slipped on silver hoops .