Page 2 of Puck Me With Your Best Shot
Deep laughter fills the room as the two muscular guys treat Greg like he's nothing more than a toy to be used for their pleasure.
“I’m going to cum and you’re going to swallow every last drop.” The front guy releases his hold on Greg’s head, giving him a chance to take a deep breath before being slammed back in place and unloading his cum into Greg’s waiting mouth.
I shift my gaze to the ceiling, unable to watch anymore of the orgy, but still too stunned to leave the room.
“Fuck, I needed that,” Greg says with more satisfaction in his tone than I’ve ever heard.
My eyes snap to Greg sprawled out on our bed—a bed that is now covered in a combination of three different guys’ cum all seeping out of Greg’s body.
I think I see a trail of white liquid slide out of the corner of Greg’s mouth, which he was told to swallow.
Not so easy, is it?
Laughter bubbles in my throat before finally escaping, thinking about the absurdity of having just watched my boyfriend get off better by two guys than he’s ever gotten me off.
“What’s so funny, Kameron?” Greg rolls his eyes, and for the first time in the two years we’ve known each other, I don’t recognize the professional, uptight doctor I met at the hospital who pursued me until I finally agreed to go on a date with him.
The thought quickly sobers me up. “How long has this been going on?” I wave my hand between Greg and the two guys who have taken a spot at my favorite window seat in my reading nook, trying to act like they aren’t listening in on our conversation. “You know what, Greg? I don’t care how long you’ve been cheating on me. We’ve been over for a long time now. I just wish you would have had the decency not to fuck them in my bed.”
“Like you’re ever here to notice anyway.” Greg slides out of the bed, not bothering to put on any clothes or cover himself. “Besides, you’re probably fucking a different doctor every night at the hospital when you claimed you were too tired to drive home.”
Anger surges through my body. How dare he compare me to what he’s been doing? “Unlike you, I don’t cheat on my boyfriends.” I want to yell and scream at him for implying I would, but the sane part of me knows everything happens for a reason. “You’re right. I’m never here, and we never see each other. I was offered a job out of state, and I’m going to accept it.”
“What? You’re moving? Who’s going to help me pay for this place?” A vein I’ve never seen before pops out across Greg’s forehead. “You know it’s too expensive for me to pay for it on my own.”
Unbelievable. How did I ever fall for this guy?
“Why don’t you ask your little friends if they want to move in and help with the rent?” I nod toward my book nook to see them flipping through my treasured paperback books like they’re bored. “They’ve already replaced me in the bedroom—why not the rest of my life?”
“You’re being a little dramatic. I’m sure we can work out an arrangement where we continue to live together, but I’ll make sure they’re not here when you are.”
“Are you serious? Do you really think I would keep living with you after this? I bet you think I should take the small guest room too.”
“Well, it would only make sense since you’re not here that much.”
“Do you even hear what you’re saying. You’re delusional if you think I would continue living here as your roommate while you whored around with strange men in our apartment. You need professional help if you believe I would ever agree to that." Done with this conversation, I push open the bedroom door in search of my discarded cellphone while Greg follows after me.
“Come on, Kameron, be reasonable. You need me.”
“No, Greg. I don’t need you.” I pick up my phone from the coffee table and tuck it in the front pocket of my jeans. “I’ll make arrangements to pick up my things. Don’t try to contact me or destroy any of my stuff.” Not that I think he’ll ruin any of my things, but I also didn’t think my boyfriend would cheat on me with two guys. “Goodbye, Greg.”
Holding my head high, I walk out of his apartment, because that’s how I think of it now. Once I’m sitting in the privacy of my car, I dial a number that will connect me with a new life and a fresh start.
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“Hey Kameron, I hateto do this, but Doc Miller had a family emergency and can’t do the physicals we need before the new players can start practicing with the team," Wynn Flannery, the head coach for the Iowa Poseidon and one of my new best friends, pops her head into myoffice. “I know we had a deal, but this is kind of an emergency, especially with all the players on the injured list.”
Looking back, that deal was pretty stupid. When I joined the team three months ago, I was still dealing with Greg’s cheating and all the guys’ cocks flopping around on the day of our breakup. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to do the hernia check during physicals with so many men on the team.
After I told Wynn about my hang-up with performing physicals, she made me a deal—if I focused on keeping the player healthy, she would hire a doctor to handle all the physicals except for Leni’s, the team's female goalie, I would still do her exam.
“It’s fine, Wynn. It’s part of my job. I was going to talk to you about taking over the physicals and letting Doc Miller finally fully retire today anyway.”
“Are you sure you want to do that?” I can’t tell from her tone whether Wynn is worried about me doing the sports physicals or if she is distracted by tomorrow’s game.
“I’m sure.” I give her a smile meant to reassure her, I’m committed to the team, and I will do whatever it takes to keep the position.
