Me: You’re a cruel woman. But don’t change. I like you that way. I’ll see you tomorrow. 11. Be ready.
Ellie: I have the rose petals, flowers, and champagne you ordered.
Me: Is that for Riley? Because she’s not seeing you for three days.
Ellie: I have class on Monday.
Me: Be prepared to skip.
Matty grabs for my phone. “What are you smirking about? Is Ellie sexting you?”
“Fuck off, Iverson.” I plant my hand in his face and push.
The charter plane isn’t all that big and Matty crashes into Hammer who shoves him back.
“Fucking sit in your own seat,” Hammer growls.
We’re all getting chippy. Seventy players, many of whom are in excess of two hundred pounds and taller than six feet, means a full, stinky flight.
“I’m tired of sitting. When’s this tin can landing anyway?” Matty whines. He turns to Hammer. “Masters hasn’t said a word to me all flight. All he does is stare at his phone. He’s sexting with Campbell’s sister.”
Hammer leans over. “She sending you pictures? I could use a little inspiration for the game tomorrow.”
I stare at him. Does he really think I’d share a picture of my hot-as-fuck girlfriend with him? That picture’s mine. She’s mine. No one will look at Ellie, half dressed, sexed up, or otherwise but me. “Hammer, if you plan on a pro career, you best shut your mouth or your face will be too broken to play.”
“Sheesh.” Hammer sits back and folds his arm like a five-year-old. “I liked you better when you weren’t giving Campbell’s sister the D.”
I flick him off but force myself to put the phone away. No point in torturing myself like this.
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Post Game: Warriors 3-0
Whether it’s just our year or we’re anxious to get back to Western, we smother the Michigan offense. They only score in the fourth quarter after we’re up by four scores, one of them a fumble on a sack that Matty picked up and ran in for a touchdown. Ace and company punch it in for another touchdown, and just like that, we’re a quarter of the way through the season undefeated.
The plane ride back feels as if it lasts twice as long as the trip to Michigan.
Hammer and Matty spend the entire trip debating whether Godzilla would beat a T-Rex.
“T-Rex has the tiny arms. There’s no way he can get in there and land a body blow.” Hammer slaps his fist into his palm.
“He hits Godzilla with his head. He always uses the head. The arms are just for balance.” Matty glues his elbows to his side and swings his head around. The rest of the team around them starts to laugh because it’s hilarious seeing Matty pretend to be a short-armed T-Rex. But Hammer? Oh no, Hammer is completely into this argument.
“No way. Look, I can punch you out with one fist to your puny head.” Hammer swings at Matty. The two start wrestling and the D-Line coach comes back before the two can have an all-out fist fight.
I guess this is better than the last argument Matty and Hammer had, which was whether road head was better than the mile high club. I didn’t understand why you couldn’t have both. I want to have Ellie everywhere and anywhere.
I pull up the picture again.
By the time the bus from the airport arrives at Western’s campus, I’m pretty much a walking erection. I try to move as normally as possible but I’m grateful that Coach gives his “Good game, don’t do anything stupid” speech on the bus so I can get out of there as soon as possible.
“Going to hit The Gas Station?” Matty asks.
“No.”
“But—”
“No.” I don’t even look at him. I jog to my SUV, texting Ellie along the way.
Me: Your place or mine?
Ellie: Mine. Riley is gone for the night. She’s at a friend’s.
Me: I’ll be there in ten minutes.
I spent the time this past week researching. I’ve read a hundred blog posts and online articles about women’s sexuality. How it’s hard for them to come just from penetration and that foreplay—lots and lots of foreplay—is the key to success. I know Ellie can come for me. I licked her to one. And I’ll lick and suck and rub her to as many as her body will take.
I make it to her place in five minutes. Sure, I ran two red lights—disobeying Coach’s instructions—but if I ever had an emergency, I’m sure this qualified.
Luckily someone is leaving as I arrive. The girl holds the door for me and I run upstairs to Ellie's third floor apartment. My dick gets abused in my dress pants as I move, but getting to Ellie fast is my only imperative.
“You’re early.” Ellie beckons me inside. She must have sensed I had gotten here, because the door to her apartment opens before I can get my fist against the wood to knock.
“Really? Because it felt like forever.” I eat her up in my eyes. Against my explicit instructions, she’s wearing my jersey and nothing else. Even her feet are bare except for a tiny pink bit of shininess. It’s hard to stand here and not attack her. She backs up as I stalk inside and kick the door shut.