Page 165 of Play Along

Chapter 30

Isaiah

“I think my dick officially fell off.” Cody’s teeth chatter through his words as he suffers through an ice bath. “Kennedy, is my time up yet?”

She doesn’t even look up from her computer. “Six more minutes.”

“C’mon, Ken,” he whines. “I want to have children someday. This can’t be good for the swimmers.”

Her mouth slightly hitches, her attention still locked on the laptop screen as she sits crossed-legged on top of a training table.

“Rhodes,” he calls out. “Tell your wife to stop being so mean to me.”

I’m on the floor, stretching out my hip flexor over a foam roller, not bothering to look up at him. “Sorry, man. I like her mean.”

She and I find each other at that, and I don’t miss the way her lips slightly part when she looks at me. Holding myself up on my forearms, I roll my body again, moving in a way that looks awfully similar to the way I fucked her last night once we fell into bed after a long game that went into extra innings.

My voice is all tease. “You doing okay over there, Doc?”

She swallows hard. “I hate you.”

“Those aren’t the words you used while you were riding my face this morning.”

“Gross,” Trav groans. “We’re at work. You two can stop eye fucking now.”

It’s my two best friends and my wife, doing extra post-game therapy in the training room with no one else around. We’re barely at work.

“Can’t help it, Trav.” That’s Kennedy speaking up. “Have you seen the guy?”

I pump my brows across the room at him.

He groans. “Literally the only thing keeping his ego in check was that you didn’t like him, Kennedy. What the hell are we supposed to do now?”

“Is my time up yet?” Cody calls out.

“Four minutes.”

The door to the training room swings open, and Dr. Fredrick stills in the threshold when he spots us. “What’s going on?”

“Ice bath,” Cody grits out.

I don’t respect him enough to look at him when I say, “Stretching out still.”

His attention swings to Kennedy. “Why didn’t you tell me there were still players in here? You were supposed to have the room emptied out and cleaned up an hour ago.”

She opens her mouth to answer, but Travis speaks up first. “We asked her to stay back and keep the room open. It’s our fault, not hers.”

Dr. Fredrick’s jaw tenses, attention on Kennedy when he speaks. “Well, since you like being in here so much, you can go ahead and be the one to mop the floors and deep clean the equipment when they’re done. Supplies are in the closet.”

Kennedy silently nods in agreement.

He looks at all three of us, then turns on his heel to leave without giving Kennedy a second glance.

I watch her shoulders loosen as soon as he’s gone. For her, I can’t wait for the day she doesn’t have to deal with him ever again.

“Sorry, Ken,” Cody apologizes.

“We’ll help you,” Trav cuts in.

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