Don't Promise (Don't 3)

I exhaled, letting my head rest on the hard surface behind my skull.

“How are you feeling?” the trainer asked.

“Good,” I grunted. I wanted to let the heat evaporate. I was on fire.

“Your neck isn’t bothering you?”

“No.” I had an injury last season that had irritated me off and on, but it never kept me out of a game. Robbie asked like clockwork.

Somewhere in that twisted head of his he wanted there to be something wrong. Something he could fix. There were plenty of guys on the team who could use help. I wasn’t one of them.

“I’ll check back with you in a few.”

“Hey, grab my phone for me.” I pointed to where it was lying on the top shelf in my locker.

“Here you go.” Robbie passed it over the ice cubes and walked off so I could soak in silence.

There was no one else in the rehab room with me. I pressed Alexa’s number and waited for her to answer.

“Hey.” Her voice was like pure heaven in my ear.

“How was the flight?”

She’d landed this morning and had been in Nashville for the entire day, but this was the first chance I had to call her. Team meeting followed by practice. After showers I had another meeting with Applewhite. It would be ten o’clock before I was at the ranch again.

“Good. Fine.” She sounded stiff.

“Is someone there?” I asked.

“I’m in the studio,” she explained.

“I thought you had a break.” The ice started to melt around me.

I had this mental image of her doing the same thing I was. Soaking her tight body in a marble tub. Her hair over her shoulders. Her tits bobbing on the water while the bubbles gathered at her curves. Fuck, it made me hard. I wanted to get in that tub with her and splash the water on her expensive tile floor until she was delirious from my cock pounding inside her. Hell, I had it bad for this girl.

“I sort of burned through it when I took that extra day with you,” she whispered.

“Any regrets?” I grinned. I already knew the fucking answer.

“No. None.”

“Good.” I saw Robbie on his way back. He was just on the other side of the glass window where the other guys were talking about practice. I had to make this quick. “I’ll try to call later. It will be late though.”

“That’s ok. I don’t know when we’re going to finish here.”

I wanted to ask her what she was working on. Was she recording the song she played for me last night in the living room? Had she approached Jake with the idea of expanding her audience? I thought it was a hell of a

n idea. If she could convert me to a fan, she could hook anyone.

Robbie’s hand was on the door. “Gotta go, baby.”

I tossed the phone on a dry towel folded on the bench.

“More ice?” he offered.

“Nah.” I shook him off. I hauled my large body from the tub. “I’ve got a meeting with Applewhite.”

Robbie handed another towel to me. I draped it around my hips and shuffled to the lockers. A few minutes later I was dressed and ready to run the playbook with Coach.