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Downed (Gridiron #3)(16)
Author: Jen Frederick

“Um, yeah. How do you know?”

“You mentioned it the other night.”

I stare at her skeptically.

“At the bar,” she adds and smiles again, two little dimples appearing on the sides of her mouth. My dick jumps in response. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The minute she’s out of the way, presumably down the hall to see her dad, the guys swarm.

“What’d she bring?”

“Is it cookies?”

“She’s not bringing cookies the day before a game, dumbshit.”

“Homemade granola bars,” Julio announces as if they’re his treat, not mine. The box is ripped from my hands and passed around. By the time it makes its way back to me, I expect it to be empty. Instead, two are left.

Ty Masters grins as I look inside with surprise. “The lady said two were for you. If she found out that we didn’t leave you enough, she’d skin us.”

“You guys really like her.” It’s a statement, not a question.

“What? You don’t?” he asks around a mouth full of granola.

“Girls and football aren’t a real good mix.”

Ty swallows and then shrugs. “Depends on the girl and the guy. There are dudes in here who are married, who have long time girlfriends, and who are single. Just depends. You one of those that can’t juggle both?”

“’Course not.” I shove one of the bars into my mouth so I don’t have to keep talking about this idiotic topic.

Carter leans against the locker next to mine. I hadn’t had so much as another guy within two feet of me before Bryant appeared. Now, they’re settling in like we’re going to have story time at the library.

“I’ve been seeing Lea Royce,” Carter announces between bites. “That Olympic distance runner, you know?”

I nod, not because I know this girl, but because I recognize her name. Next to me, Ty grunts because his mouth of full of granola. Someone starts passing around a gallon jug of water.

“Anyway, the girl can go all night. Like her lungs must be the size of the quad. She has no quit. I can’t keep up.”

“You better be staying away tonight,” Ty warns. “We need you tomorrow. Besides, no girls in the hotel.”

The team stays in a hotel the night before a game—both home and away. Coach Johnson says it’s to keep us out of trouble and to make sure we get a good night’s rest, not to mention it’s easier to do a bed check in one hotel than a dozen different dorms and apartments.

“Don’t worry,” Carter says. “I’m not going to, but I got to have a plan of attack. I need to fucking tire her ass out. Our reputation as elite athletes is on the line here!”

“Glutes, man. All the power thrusting comes from the glutes.” Zane smacks Carter’s ass. “Do a hundred squat bridges and she won’t be able to walk the next day.”

Travarius disagrees. “No way. Abs all the way. You gotta do more curls. If your core is strong, you should be able to fuck all night.”

“Fuck that shit,” Zane protests. “The gluteals move your hips. Your dick is directly influenced by the hips.”

Beside me, Ty’s eyes light up in glee. “No idea what you’re talking about, man. Can’t see it.”

Zane puts his hands on his hips. “The hips, Masters. The glutes are our biggest muscle group. If you’re gonna thrust with any power, your glutes have to be fucking jacked.”

“Still no clue,” Masters declares. A couple of the other guys start to laugh into their hands.

Zane holds a pair of imaginary hips in front of him. “Like this, you assholes.” He pumps his pelvis. “Don’t any of you know how to fuck anymore? Thrust with your hips.”

“What the hell are you doing, Bettman?” roars our offensive coordinator.

Zane immediately stops, pelvis out. Masters collapses on the floor. The rest of the players who’d come over to watch the spectacle of Zane demonstrating his bedroom techniques are screaming their laughter.

He flushes. Smothering my own chuckles, I stand up and, as solemnly as possible, say, “Your booty is the best booty, Zane. I have no doubt your girl is satisfied every morning.”

The tight end gives me a suspicious look and flicks both of his middle fingers up. “You’re all assholes, especially you, Masters. Your ass is flat as a pancake. You can’t even keep your pants up without a belt. I doubt you even last five minutes in the sack.”

Ty is still rolling on the floor.

“All right, Princesses. You have five minutes to get out on the field for a walk-through or you’ll get curfew thirty minutes early,” yells Coach.

“Need some help down there, buddy?” I ask dryly.

Masters shakes his head and drags himself to his feet. He swipes a hand in front of his eyes. “Shit, some guys are too easy.” He winks at me, then yells after Zane. “Why don’t you let me spot you while you’re doing those squat bridges? I want to know more about your power thrusting techniques.”

Zane doesn’t even turn around as he flips Masters off again.

The locker room quiets down as Bryant appears from the coach’s hallway.

“Thanks for the bars, Bryant,” Travarius calls out.

A bunch of other guys chime in with their appreciation. Bryant waves a cheery hand at all of them, but she doesn’t stop until she reaches me and Ty.

“How’s your brother?” she asks Ty.

   
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