Page 118 of What If I Knew You

“I know, I know,” he says with a bow. “You can stare at my balls all you want. I’ll even do a little”—he thrusts his hips a fewtimes for general effect—“schwing a ding dong action just for you to get the full effect.”

“Trust me,” Bear says straight-faced, “we get enough of your balls on a daily basis.”

He wags his brows as only Griffin can. “Yeah but only the naughty girls get to play with these balls.”

“Alright asshat. Catch.” Oliver tosses Griffin a jock strap. “Go sack up and then let’s prepare to kick some ass tonight so we can get home. I’m ready to be home so I can fuck my wife in my own bed.”

“Hey at least your wife has been able to accompany you on this away stretch,” I whine. “This has been the longest two weeks of my life.”

Ledger laughs. “Says the guy who wasn’t having any sex at all up until a few months ago.”

“That’s right Ledge. I drank the Kool-Aid and I like the fucking Kool-Aid…” I yank on Ledger’s t-shirt and pull him close to me so our faces are mere inches apart. “And I neeeeeed the fucking Kool-Aid.”

“Sorry man,” Ledger says, holding up his hands. “I can’t help you there.”

“You know what you should have done, Bodhi?” Harrison asks, pulling on his uniform.

“What?”

“You should’ve sprinkled your balls with blue glitter and titled itI’ll Have a Blue Christmas Without You.” He laughs. “Hashtag blue balls.”

“Fuck!” I laugh. “You’re right. I might have won had I done that.”

“Nooope!” Griffin drops his pants and pulls on his jock strap right there in the middle of the damn locker room for all of us to witness. “Nobody has better balls than me, I’m afraid. Sorry, Pickle Pants.”

“You know what? It’s fine, Ollenberg. You can have the best balls, because pickles are big and round, juicy and delicious. So, I’m happy to have the pickle in my pants while you carry around those tiny crystal rocks in your sack.”

“Roche!”Coach calls through the locker room.

“Yeah, Coach?” My butt puckers and all heads turn toward me when he calls my name. For a moment I fear the absolute worst.

Did she tell her dad about us?

What did she say exactly?

Does he hate me now?

What’s he going to do?

Can he kick me off the team?

What’s my agent going to say if I get kicked off?

What are the guys going to say?

What am I going to tell Corrigan?

Will he tell me I can’t see her again?

Will I abide by his rule?

I can’t stay away from her.

I’m in love with her.

Whoa…

I really just had that thought…

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