Page 14 of Scoring Truth
JAMESON
Waking before my alarm this morning, I know it’s because Penelope is on my mind. She was in my dreams last night, and my first thought was to send her a text.
Slow your roll, Jame.
I had a fun time with her last night. Her klutzy ways and speaking whatever comes to mind without thought were endearing. I don’t like people walking on eggshells around me or thinking about every word they say before they say it, just because I can throw a football. It’s why I miss Mark and Jackson so much. Damn, they never think before they speak.
I miss real.
Ineedreal.
Turning on my shower, I step in, letting the lukewarm water wake me up. I should stand under freezing water right now, as I take my cock in my hand and slowly work myself. Iwoke up hard, thinking about her, so it doesn’t take much to bring me right back to that point. Closing my eyes, I picture her gorgeous brown eyes that match the wild chestnut hair. Leaning my shoulder against the cold tile does nothing to calm myself, as I imagine that long thick hair falling around my chest as she goes down on me. Or imagining it fanned out on the pillow as I drive myself into her over and over. Her full pink lips that had gloss covering them and sparkled every time she spoke. The sweet smell of vanilla sugar that followed her every move.
Rolling my back to the tile now, I tug at my dick, the soap and water making it easy for my hand to slide back and forth. But I know this feeling doesn’t even come close to the heaven I would feel once I’m inside her.
Her name falls from my lips as my balls draw up and my dick gets steel-hard in my hand. I come with a shout, again and again, until I’m sagging against the wall, letting the water rinse away my dreams of the only girl that’s caught my attention in four years.
Entering the arena, I take the long hall down to the locker room, where I meet with my trainer. Some of my teammates are already here, stretching and getting taped before heading to the field. We’ll practice today and tomorrow, then jump on a plane on Saturday to New York for Sunday’s game.
“Hey, J-Dub! I saw you on SportsCenter this morning. What a good little QB signing autographs for the kiddies,” Darius razzes me. “What were you doing out, anyway? You hardly ever go out alone in public.”
My trainer waves me over, and I give Darius a fist bump on the way past. “I went out for coffee.”
He furrows his brows. “Coffee? Bro, you feeling alright?”
Connor comes from the back area. “There he is! So, tell us all about it!”
I shake my head and close my eyes, hopping onto the table and stretching out. I cover my face with my arm, waiting for my trainer to warm up my muscles.
“No. No hiding.”
“Tell us all about what?” Darius asks.
“Our baby boy had a date last night!”
“Jesus, Connor! Yell it out for the whole stadium to hear, why don’t you?”
“It was all over the papers, dog.” He pauses. “Wait.” He quickly runs for his phone out of his gym bag and has an article already pulled up by the time he comes back to stand next to my table. He scrolls and flips the phone. “Is this her?”
I look carefully at the small thumbnail picture that loads on the screen. It shows me kneeling down, giving the young boy my hat, and a woman is in the background.
My woman.
Penelope is sitting on the chair a few feet behind me, with her phone out, but it’s the way she’s looking. She’s not looking at me, but at the young boy. She remarked how I made his night. His face was lit up with joy, and she said it was the sweetest thing she’s ever seen.
Even signing autographs, she still wasn’t a hundred percent sure who I was, and she didn’t care.
She didn’t care.
She saw me. Jameson, the man, despite the chaos surrounding me.
And she saw joy. Love oozing from that boy.
“Oh, shit. Look at that smile!” Darius bumps me on the table.
“Hey! I’m working here!” My trainer pushes Darius away, and we all laugh.
“Kick them out, Phil!”
