Page 37 of There's No Us Without You
I manage to duck out of the way, even though I’m curled over, laughing so hard my stomach muscles ache.
Aidan slaps Sam on the back. “Because you’re full of shit, Sammy boy. No dude remembers the colour of a chick’s nipples unless he’s ready to get down on one knee. And even that’s a stretch.”
Sam blinks at Aidan while shoving his gear into his sports bag. “How the hell would you know?”
“Because I’m married, idiot. You think I got to where I am without learning a few things?” Aidan shakes his head. “Amateurs.”
Laughter fills the circle, and Sam mutters under his breath as he throws his sports bag over his shoulder, then storms off towards the changeroom.
“You guys suck,” he calls out, before he disappears down the concrete corridor between the rows of seating.
I finish packing up my gear and follow the others into the changerooms to shower.
As I’m standing under the spray, I pour a handful of body wash into my hand before scrubbing it over my sweat-covered skin.
Talk of Sam’s weekend has me imagining the colour of Eden’s nipples. It’s only been three days since I met her and I’m already on a one-way ticket to die a painful death at the hands of my coach. He’d cut my nutsack off and feed it to me one nut at a time if I don’t abide by his no-fraternising rules.
If I keep telling myself I don’t want to know what she looks like naked, I can get through the eight weeks unscathed.
Wait.
No, that’s a lie.
Pretty sure I jerked off twice last night to the image of her naked in my bed. It was hard enough seeing her in my club T-shirt, and I needed some sort of release so I could get back to sleep.
At least I haven’t acted on it. I get brownie points for that, right?
Even if she was fair game, one thing that would stop me from making any sort of move is the fact she was about to get married only days ago.
Although, after I found out what happened, then meeting her ex this morning, I could think of nothing I would rather do than grab her and crush my lips to hers.
Besides, it’s Will she needs to watch out for, not me. He’s the dominant one with a shitload of emotional baggage weighing him down daily. I have my own kinks, but compared to him, I’m like a fucking puppy dog.
That’s one reason we often share women. They seem to like the best of both worlds, and that’s exactly what we give them. However, more often than not, Will needs a little more control, and I’m more than happy to let him have some one-on-one time.
And now I’m imagining Eden sandwiched between me and my best friend, and that’s not good for my?—
Carter backhands me in the chest, his eyebrows pinched together. “Dude, what the fuck?” He’s staring at my dick, a pained expression on his face.
“What?” I glance down.
Great. I have a goddamn hard-on.
May as well use it to my advantage then.
A slow grin spreads over my face, and I wiggle my eyebrows at Carter, stepping forward with my arms out wide. “Give me a hug, big guy.”
“Fuck no,” he says, hands up while he backs away from me, almost slamming into Sam on the other side. “Keep that thing away from me. Who knows where it’s been?”
The thing about playing a sport with eighteen other guys is that we’ve seen each other’s dicks more times than we’d like to admit, so it’s not uncommon for one of us to get a hard-on around the others.
Besides, I’m not ashamed. I’m more than happy to get naked for sport. Or for any other reason, really. All one must do is ask, and I’ll happily strip down to my birthday suit.
“I hope that monster isn’t over your new housemate,” Sam says, wiggling his eyebrows at me as he dries himself with a towel.
Yes. It is. It’s also over my best friend.
I turn the tap off and shake my hair out, droplets of water spraying over Carter. “No, it’s for your sister, Sammy.” I wink at him while performing the helicopter with my penis.
