Page 66 of Playing Games

Even satisfied, I still want more.

Monday July 7th

Blake

The instant I step into my apartment, I drop my duffel by the door and slip off my slides. My phone and keys follow, hitting the small island inside my kitchen, and after I guzzle down an entire bottle of water, I head straight for my bedroom.

Coach Gordan ran us like dogs today. And I swear, Coach Jimmen, the Dragons’ offensive coach, made me throw over one thousand passes. This year is the first year in over two decades that the Dragons are looking at the possibility of a national title. We came damn close last year, and with the addition of five freshman recruits who have upped both our running game and our offensive line, the entire coaching staff is bound and determined to take us all the way. Even if that means kicking our asses for this entire summer.

And this isn’t even Hell Weeks—otherwise known as the two-week-long conditioning we’ll be diving into at the beginning of August. We’re talking two-a-days that feel closer to training Navy SEALs to go into war than getting a college football team ready for the season.

I yank off my sweaty T-shirt and kick off my briefs and shorts, tossing both haphazardly into the laundry basket across frommy bed, and head for the shower. But I don’t even get the water turned on before I hear my phone ringing from the kitchen.

Naked as the day I was born, I head out of my room, but I don’t make it to my phone in time before the call is sent to voice mail. Though, not even two seconds later, a text chimes in.

Lexi: Are you home?

Instantly, I’m grinning like a fool, and images from the weekend at the lake house surge forward in my mind, unbidden but welcome. The mental reel plays vividly—Lexi’s body moving with mine, the soft gasps of her breath against my neck, the look in her blue eyes when she fell apart on my cock. It’s enough to steal my focus for a solid minute before I manage to snap back to the present and send her a reply.

Me: Yeah.

I hit send, but when that short response doesn’t feel like enough, I send another.

Me: Want to come over?

Lexi: Already here.

A moment later, three soft knocks sound from my door.

Hell yes.

Excitement to see her is the main focus of my mind, and I head for the door, swinging it open with a quick arm. But right before I can reveal the fact that my dick is out, I hold the door precariously in front of me, just kind of peeking my head around the edge of it.

She furrows her cute brow, her blue eyes looking like the fucking ocean beneath the hallway lights. “You have a strange expression on your face.”

“Well… I was just about to hop in the shower and…” I tilt my head to the side and glance down at myself pointedly. “I’m not exactly wearing any clothes right now.”

“You’re naked?”

I cringe, but I also smile. “I am, in fact, naked.”

She doesn’t bat an eye. Instead, she shrugs and steps inside, closing the door behind her as she does.

And even though I’m just standing here with my dick out, I can’t deny the fact that every time I see this girl, I swear, she gets more beautiful. Her blond hair hangs down her shoulders, and she’s wearing this tight-fitting white tank top with jean shorts and sandals. It’s a simple outfit, but she makes it look like it belongs on a runway. No joke, Lexi Winslow could make a fucking garbage bag go couture.

She stands in the entryway of my apartment, her gaze not at all shy in looking at me. I’m talkingallof me. And I can’t decide if I should cover my dick with my hands or head into my bedroom to grab some shorts.

But she doesn’t give me any time.

Instead, she does the one thing I don’t see coming at all.

Straight for me, she slides her hands up my biceps, over my shoulders, and stands on her tippy-toes to lean forward and press a kiss to my mouth. But it’s not a chaste kiss or simpletouch of our lips. It’s deep, passionate, and she slips her tongue into my mouth to dance it seductively with mine.

I’m hard as a rock in exactly two seconds, my cock basically poking her in the belly.

“Lexi,” I say, her mouth still gloriously busy with kissing me. “I just got done with football practice. I should probably take a shower.”

“You can shower after.”

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