Page 43 of Play It Off

“Same,” Coop mutters, stripping off his cleats and then his sweaty-ass socks. A pungent odor immediately fills the air, and Nico starts bitching.

“Damn, Coop. Your feet should be fucking illegal.” He pinches his nose and waves a hand in front of his face like he’s eight and just smelled a fart. “What the hell is wrong with them?”

“Nothing.” Coop grabs one of his smelly shoes and threatens to throw it at Nico, who dodges behind me, using me as a human shield. Chuckling, Coop drops the shoe in the bottom of his locker.

“Bro. You should take that shoe home and wash it. That’s what I’d do,” I tell him, keeping my voice low. Trying to show our friend a little respect, unlike Nico.

“Good call.” Coop dumps his shoes in his bag, glaring at Nico like he’s daring him to complain. Surprisingly enough, Nico remains quiet.

They’re roommates and love to give each other constant shit. It’s part of their relationship, and I suppose I’m used to it. Still bugs me sometimes, though. I don’t like it when someone gives me shit.

At all.

Does that make me a sensitive little flower? Perhaps. That’s what my dad used to call me when I was younger, and that would piss me off like nothing else. God, my father was a dick. He still is.

He’s tried calling me over the last few days, but I’ve ignored him every single time, letting the calls go to voicemail. I don’t need his negativity getting in my head and ruining my game play. Screw that.

“You coming to yoga tonight?” Dollar asks me as he approaches.

Nico makes a dismissive noise, and I ignore him. He’s sexually frustrated because his cute roommate is hosting yoga sessions in their backyard for some of us guys on the team. I finally went to one a few days ago. It was great. Just what I needed after a rough practice. Helped me stretch my aching muscles and clear my head. I call that a win.

Of course, I also stepped in it after the yoga session. Sienna was there, and I was trying my best to ignore her while we were in the backyard and she was right next to me. But fuck me, she looked extrahot in her workout gear, showing off her curvy body in a pink sports bra and matching tight shorts where her ass cheeks were hanging out. Ass cheeks I’ve cupped in my hands. Ass cheeks I came all over last Sunday morning. It took every ounce of strength inside me not to look, but come on.

I looked. And I wanted another go at it—at her. The woman was obviously trying to get my attention. Orsomeone’sattention, and that thought filled me with jealousy. That’s what set me off, my irrational reaction to her possibly trying to get with someone else, which I know wasn’t her intent. She’s into me, even though I’m sure she’s still pissed. But I overreacted and ended up calling Everleighwifey material. Which only pissed off Sienna, and she left when we were all going to have dinner made by Everleigh together—hence the wifey comment. That made Nico angry at me too.

He got over it, though. He can never stay mad at me for too long, and I feel the same way about him. Sienna, though?

Pretty sure she’s still pissed. Not that I’ve heard from her. And not that I’ve sought her out. I’ve been too busy. Between school, practice, extra weight training in the morning, and yoga sessions in the evening, I’m beat. By the time I get home at night, I take a quick shower, jerk off, and collapse into bed, where I also might jerk off. I haven’t washed the pillowcase Sienna used yet. I can still smell the scent of her shampoo on it. Oh, and I found the red panties crumpled in a wad under my bed last night. They distinctly smelled like her pretty little cunt. Did I use those to jerk off?

Not yet, but I probably will. Which means I’m a sick fuck.

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” I finally say, earning a smile from Dollar for my answer.

“Cool. I’ll wait for you guys outside,” Dollar says before he takes off, Nico, Coop, and I watching until the door slams behind him.

“He still hot for your roomie?” I ask no one in particular.

Nico literally growls, and I assume that’s his answer. Coop just laughs, slapping his meaty thigh and shaking his head.

“Nico, baby, just admit that you’re halfway in love with her,” Coop says.

“Hell to the no. Love? You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Nico slams his locker shut and slings his bag over his shoulder before he stalks off, exiting the locker room and letting the door slam extra hard.

Coop and I share a look. “Nico, baby?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Anything to get under his skin.”

“Halfway in love with her?”

“It might not be love, but he likes her. He can deny it all he wants, but I see the way he watches her. The way they watch each other. It’s subtle, but I notice. I don’t know how anyone can’t see it.”

Nah, he’s right. I saw it. I think that’s why I called her wifey material in front of Nico. Just to give him shit like the rest of the guys do. And in the end, I offended Sienna more than anyone else.

I’m such an idiot. Not like I can talk about it with Coop either. That would mean I’d have to confess my feelings for his sister—and are they really feelings? Yes, yes, they are, but I don’t know what the fuck to do with them. Definitely not talk about them with Sienna’s brother, that’s for damn sure. Telling him about her sweet pussy and sexy moans and juicy ass is not the way to go about it.

Not that I want to tell anyone about her sweet pussy, sexy moans, and juicy ass. I want to keep Sienna all to myself. And that’s a first.

“What about Dollar?” I ask.

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