Page 9 of Breaking Free

I blow out a breath, closing the locker after I get my gloves. “Look, Dominic.”

“Dom,” he says.

“I was drunk and what happened between us was just a product of me making inebriated decisions that I normally wouldn’t make if I was in my right mind.”

He stands at full height. “A drunken mistake?”

“Right,” I say with a nod, finding it hard to make eye contact with him.

“You said you were alittledrunk, and you weren’t too inebriated to get your dick up.”

I swivel my head around, making sure nobody’s in here. “Okay, but I’m not...out. Nobody knows. Well, two people know, but really, nobody knows.”

He chews on his lip, studying me. “I see.”

“Yeah, so don’t say anything to anyone. Please. We can’t start anything. I didn’t expect to ever see you again, let alone here, trying to take my spot.”

Dominic finishes dressing and closes his locker. He stops at my side and looks at me. “Who said I wanted to start anything with someone who came on my hand in five seconds?” He clucks his tongue. “I like my men to last a little longer than that.”

He strolls away, leaving me fuming.

4

He’s good.Dammit.

Dominic runs fast, holds on to the ball like he’s got glue on his fingers, and knows how to juke the other players in order to get around them.

I can’t say I’m too surprised, because obviously Coach knew about his skills in order to let him on the team. I wonder if he went to the other campus and watched him. Anyway, I can’t help but be disappointed, because there was a small part of me that hoped he was mediocre at best. I can’t help but question why he wasn’t a starter on his last team.

On top of his talent as a player, he seems to be well-liked by the guys already, which only annoys me for some reason.

I watch him jog to the sidelines to get some water, and stare as he squirts it into his mouth. After he gulps it down, he pours some on his inky black hair, the water cascading over his forehead. He shakes his head before pushing his hand through his hair, moving it out of his face, then he locks eyes with me and smirks.

Even though he can’t hear me, I scoff and turn my head, focusing my attention on the field as Coach talks to a group of players.

“Hey.”

My head snaps to the side as Dominic approaches, leering at me.

“What?”

“All right, everyone gather around,” Coach Beckett announces, drawing us all to him and getting me out of a conversation with Dominic.

I jog over and find a spot next to Jay and Dex, and listen to Coach’s speech about his expectations and what we need to work on.

Dominic stands across from me, watching me in a way that makes me uncomfortable. Uncomfortable because if anyone else is paying attention, I think it’s obvious he’s checking me out. I don’t want to have to answer any questions about the new guy being attracted to me.

I don’t even know why he’s looking at me like this, considering the shit he said in the locker room. First of all, how dare he? I was drunk, horny, and turned on beyond all belief, especially after having him fuck my mouth and lick his cum into my mouth. It’s not like I’m a minute man. It was just the situation. I haven’t been with many guys. Two, including him, to be exact. And I’m starting to learn just how much I like it, so excuse the fuck out of me for coming somewhat quick.

My face burns as I think about it, getting angrier at him for even trying to make me feel bad. If he doesn’t want to be with me, then he shouldn’t stare at me the way he is.

“Whoa, what’s goin’ on?”

Dex’s voice pulls me out of my head and I realize I was glaring at Dominic.

“What?” I ask.

“You were looking at him like you wanted to kill him,” Dex says.

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