Page 14 of A Second Chance At Forever

I ran by the house to change into a pair of gym shorts and headed back to the field with minutes to spare.

“Okay, guys,” I clapped my hands to get their attention. “Let’s warm up.”

We started with a few jumping jacks and finished off with ten laps around the field before starting practice. That was the one area of the practice I couldn’t be with them, but on the sidelines trying to find any error that could potentially cost us a game.

The guys did well that night. They worked hard, and they were covered in sweat and were breathless by the time I called an end to practice.

“Okay, good practice tonight, guys. Go home, get some rest, and I will see everyone here Monday night at six o’clock. Enjoy your weekend.” The guys scattered as I began throwing the balls into the bag and headed toward my truck.

After everything was picked up and tossed in the back of my truck, I went back to lock up the gate and turn the field lights off. I spent an hour driving home to find Nicole’s car in the driveway.

Usually, it made me happy knowing she was there waiting for me, but that night, I just wanted to be alone. I needed time to clear my head. I hadn’t even seen Lennox and she was already controlling my every thought.

I made my way into the house where Nicole was lying on the couch in a t-shirt with a glass of wine. “Hi babe, how was practice?”

I crashed beside her on the couch. “Good, I need to get a shower and sleep for a week. Have you eaten?”

She laughed. “Dinner is on the stove. Go take a shower and I will warm it up for you.” She stood from the couch and pulled me up with her. I smacked her on the ass as I walked by.

Making my way up the stairs, I thought about Lennox and Nicole. Nicole was a good girlfriend. I didn’t think she would be, but she had always been supportive and she was there when I needed her.

But Lennox, my heart belonged to her.

I stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over the sore muscles of my back while I leaned my head against the shower wall.

What will I do if Lennox is here to stay? Will I break up with Nicole, who hasn’t done anything wrong, to be with her? I would like to think no I wouldn’t, but then again, nothing feels the way it did when I was with Lennox.

My thoughts drifted off to all the times I was with her. How her kisses felt, warm and soft but strong at the same time. The way she would wrap her arms around my neck. How she would throw her head back and arch her back when she was on top of me shattering into a million pieces. I remembered her sounds and soft whimpers as we made love and how good she always felt when I entered her. Just the thoughts alone were enough to make me hard.

I growled in frustration at letting myself take it that far. I thought about Lennox almost every day, but I never let myself think about the intimate moments between the two of us unless I had someone to take out my aggression on, if you know what I mean.

I shut the hot water off and let the cold-water stream over my body, refusing to give into my urges. After things settled back down, I turned off the water and dried quickly.

When I joined Nicole in the kitchen, I found my dinner warmed up and sitting on the island with a cold beer.

“Thank you.” I pulled her in for a hug and gave her a quick kiss.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered against my lips when I began to pull away.

I sat down and began to eat while Nicole made herself a cup of hot chocolate.

She sat on the barstool next to me. “You never told me you knew Lennox Madison.”

I almost choked on my food. “What?”

“Lennox Madison, you know the country singer. She came by here today. How do you know her?” Nicole sat her cup down and kept her eyes locked on mine.

I shrugged. “We used to know one another, but I haven’t seen her in years. What did she want?” I raised the beer to my lips and took a drink.

“I don’t know. She asked if you were here and introduced herself like I didn’t know who she was.” She let out a laugh.

“My brother told me she was in town but I haven’t run into her yet.”

“I wonder what she wants. Were you two close?” Her eyes searched my face, looking for anything I was holding back.

“You could say that, but it was years ago. I haven’t seen her since she left to start her music career,” I answered, honestly.

“Did you two date or were you just friends?” She brought her cup to her lips, blowing slightly with her eyes still locked on mine.

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