Page 30 of Hot Route
Just the thought of Mads even talking about what turns her on with another man makes me want to put my fist through a wall. I don’t have a bad temper. I’m pretty good at saving my aggression for the field, but there’s just something about her that makes me feel so protective. Ever since that night in her room, I’ve known I could make her feel things no other person on this Earth ever could.
Dalton gets up from his chair and picks up his bag. Before walking away, he slaps my shoulder. “Better figure something out, dude. You’re too pretty for prison. They’d eat you alive in there.”
“Thanks for absolutely nothing, dick bag,” I say, turning to my locker before I see Tanner out of the corner of my eye.
“Don’t you know the captain is supposed to be the first one here? You’re making me look bad, Becks,” he says jokingly before lowering his voice.
“You busy tonight?”
“No. Why, what’s up?” I reply.
He nods his head, grinning. “I’ll pick you up at nine. I want to show you something. It’ll help your situation.”
As he walks away, I furrow my brows before wondering to myself exactly how much of that conversation he heard. Then I realize that I don’t give a fuck if whatever he wants to show me stops Mads from ending up in anyone’s bed but mine. I know I said I’d back off and let her figure things out. But now? All bets are off.
TWENTY-FIVE
BLAZE
It’snine o clock on the dot when Tanner pulls up the driveway. I managed to get myself dressed and sneak out without running into Mads. I just don’t know how I’ll react if I see her right now. I’m not madat her. She didn’t do anything wrong. But I’m definitely mad that I have no idea how to be the man she needs. And the thought of her finding someone else makes me absolutely sick to my stomach.
“How’s it going, bro?” he says as I climb into the front seat of his Tesla.
I run my hands down my face. “I don’t know how much you heard in the locker room earlier, but I’ve got a lot going on right now and it’s got me pretty fucked up.”
“I heard enough,” he replies cryptically, putting on his blinker as he leaves my complex and turns onto the main road. I still have no idea where we’re going, but I don’t even have the energy to ask for details. Tanner is a cool guy, solid teammate, and someone I trust. It’s not like he’s going to take me to a field and murder me. Plus, he said he could help me with my situation.
He’s also apparently not into small talk because we barely speak two words for the entirety of the twenty-minute ride.
I’m shocked as shit as he pulls into the parking lot of a place called Bliss. I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never been here. All I know is that its a luxury sex club with a hefty monthly membership fee.
And fuck me running. It seems that our pretty boy quarterback actually frequents this establishment.
Tanner pulls toward the gate, scans a card, and enters the back of the lot as it swings open. I might be having a stroke or something because I can’t come up with anything to say. Do I have five million questions? Fuck yeah, I do. Who wouldn’t? This unproblematic, private, mostly quiet regular guy gets kinky at a sex club in his free time. But instead of making an ass out of myself trying to put my thoughts into words, I follow Tanner silently as he gets out of the car and heads toward the entrance.
We walk to the desk, where a beautiful woman in a black dress waits, holding a tablet.
“Hello, Mr. Lake,” she says with stars in her eyes. That’s not a surprise. Tanner was voted Sexiest Man Alive last year and had a six-page spread in ESPN’s Body Issue.
“Hey, Cameron. This is Mr. Beckham. He’s my guest this evening. He’s just here to watch.”
Uhhh, come again? Watch what now?
She turns to me. I’m still standing silently, eyes wide like a kid who just got caught with his dad’s titty magazines. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Beckham. I’ll just need to see some identification. Since you won’t be participating this evening, we won’t need proof of a clean STI screening, but if you decide you’d like to go into a room, we’d need that first. We have a bar that you’re free to use, but there is a very strict two drink maximum. No exceptions.” She taps on her tablet as I reach into my pocket for my wallet. She grabs my driver’s license when I hand it to her and begins typing before turning the device to me.
“This is a non-disclosure agreement. Please read it and sign at the bottom.”
I take it and pretend to read through all the legal mumbo-jumbo. I get it. Rule number one of Sex Club and all that. I use my finger to scribble my name at the bottom and Cameron hands me a black key card.
“Enjoy your evening, gentlemen. Mr. Lake, you’ll be in Room 211. It’s ready for you now.”
Tanner nods his head and thanks her before turning toward a long hallway. I follow him because what else am I going to do? He takes a few steps before speaking.
“Bet you weren’t expecting this when I asked you to come out with me tonight, huh?” he says. I continue following him into a large room with tables scattered around. A stage is lit in the front of the room, where a man in a mask carefully winds a black rope around the torso of a woman kneeling in front of him. I try to act at least somewhat unaffected as we make our way to the bar, but in the back of my head, I wonder if Mads has ever been tied up that way.
Would she let me do that to her?Could Ido it?
“No, man. Can’t say that I had you down as a kink club kind of guy,” I reply. “Why did you bring me here, Tan?”
