“Thanks, man.”
I downed two bottles of water then grabbed my phone from out of my bag to check for any missed calls or texts from Alex. The locker room was alive with amped-up, testosterone-filled guys over our latest win. But my mind could focus on only one thing...Alexis. I glanced at our messages and re-read our exchange from earlier that day.
Alex: Hey, Colt! It’s me...Of course, you know that already. I just wanted to wish you luck at your game tonight!
Colt: Hey, Al. Thanks. How’s it going?
Alex: Good...Really good, actually. I think tonight’s the night!
Colt: The night for what?
Alex: I think Dean’s going to ask me to move in, Colton! I’m so nervous! He’s been acting so strange lately...Anyway, he asked me to meet him at his apartment tonight...that he wanted to cook for me and that it was important. I just really got the feeling that this is it, you know?
Colt: That’s great, Allie. I can’t believe he’s waited this long. Miss you!
Alex: Miss you too, bud. Kick ass tonight. I’ll call you. Love you! XOXO
Colt: Love you too, Al. xoxo
No new messages...I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to propose to her. Fuck! He’d be an idiot not to. I blew out a long breath and slammed my head against the locker door, forgetting myself for a moment.
“Dude, something wrong?” my buddy Blex asked from a few lockers down. “What’d that poor locker do to you?” he laughed.
“It’s nothin’...You played a good game tonight,” I answered while grabbing my things so I could hit the showers.
“Hey, you dropped this,” Stephan jeered from behind me. “Who’s Alex? Didn’t know you had a boyfriend, Fowls. You been holdin’ out on us?”
I rolled my eyes, snatching the phone from his hand. “Shut the fuck up and don’t touch my shit.”
He backed away with his palms out. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Your shit’s safe with me. I don’t swing that way, homie.”
Stephan had been a pain in the ass since joining our team in the beginning of this year. Most of us just let him roll off our backs, but I wasn’t in the mood for his crap tonight. The adrenaline was already flowing from the game we’d just played, and now with the anticipation of Allie’s call on my mind, I was wound so tight, I was ready to explode.
“I get it, man. It’s hard when they don’t feel the same way. That’s why I don’t do feelings. I let one girl fuck me up in high school and swore never again. That dude’s obviously in love with another man, Fowls. Find a new ass to stick it in.”
He snickered, and I lost it. I turned on Stephan, pinning him to the lockers behind me. “I’m not in the mood for your shit today. Stay the fuck outta my business.” He started to buck up, and I was ready to pound his face in before I was jerked away.
“Fowls, cut the shit. We just made the tournament. The last thing you need is to get benched for fighting with that asshole,” Blex warned. “Let it go. He’s not worth your career.”
Since moving to California, my life had revolved around ball. I had always been good, but now I was unstoppable. I rarely made trips back home anymore, using my grueling practice schedule as the excuse. But, honestly, I just couldn’t fucking take seeing Allie with Dean.
I shot Stephan a final warning glare then made my way to the showers to cool down. The hard spray of cold water was refreshing. I placed my palm on the tile and let it roll off my back. When I turned to grab my towel, I found Stephan waiting for me.
“The fuck do you want?” I asked, pushing past him.
He followed closely behind. “Look, I’m sorry. I was just messin’ around.”
I ground my jaw side to side. “That’s fine. Alexis is off limits. Got it?”
He nodded. “Alexis, that makes more sense. You got it bad, huh?”
“Off. Limits,” I stressed, stepping into my mesh shorts.
I jogged through the crowded parking lot to my car, a black Mustang GT I’d received as a graduation present from my grandfather, to find Lyla Green perched on the hood. Just when I stopped believing, God went and answered my prayers. She was still dressed in her tiny cheerleader outfit, her tits on full display. Lyla and I had hooked up from time to time, and just then I needed a distraction like never before...
She hopped off the car as I approached, trailing a long, manicured finger down the front of my T-shirt. “Good game tonight, Colton...Wanna take me back to your place and celebrate?”
My cock was already starting to rise to the occasion, so I dropped my bag, backing her up against the car. “What’d you have in mind, doll?” I asked, tracing the low neckline of her top. I felt a chill ripple through her body as she reached down and fondled me through the thin fabric of my shorts.
She smirked, squeezing my shaft. “I think we’re on the same page, don’t you, big boy?”
“Get in the car,” I told her, smacking her ass.
I unlocked the door to the apartment that I shared with Blex and my other buddy Finn and ushered her inside. The apartment was dark. They must’ve gone out to celebrate our win. I didn’t need to tell Lyla where to go. She’d been here for this very reason countless times before. I dropped my keys on the side table and followed her up to my room, where she immediately pounced.
“God, I love your hair, Colton,” she said as she jumped me against the door, wrapping her legs around my waist. She fisted a hand in my hair, tugging gently while she licked my neck. When she made her way to my mouth, I turned my head, deciding I wasn’t in the mood for kissing tonight.
I carried her over to my bed and sat with her still wrapped around my waist. I didn’t need to tell her what I wanted. Girls like her...ones with...experience...they just knew.
She giggled, sliding down to the floor to kneel between my legs. She looked up at me with her seductive blue eyes and gripped the band of my shorts. I lifted my hips, allowing her to pull them down, and my cock sprang free, standing tall and proud.
“You have the most perfect dick, Colton,” she said, licking from base to tip. I loved how filthy she was. Such a stark contrast to Allie. She’d never speak that way.
Why was I thinking of her? I tried to concentrate. “Do I?”
“Mmmm,” she said, swirling her tongue around the tip. “You’re perfect.”
“Explain,” I said with a low, throaty chuckle.
“Well,” she answered, replacing her mouth with her hand. “You got the best features from each side...Soft, curly hair and those gorgeous green eyes from your momma...Your skin is the perfect mix of light and dark...”
“And from my dad?” I asked, curious to see where she was going with this.
“From your dad, you got your incredible height and build...and this...this...”
My phone started ringing. “Hold that thought, beautiful,” I said, placing my finger on her plump lips as I reached over to the table for my phone.
Lyla raised her brows in annoyance, and I shrugged my apology as I swiped my finger across the screen. “Hello.”
“Colton?”
“Who else would it be, Al? You called my phone, remember?”