Nash’s eyes go wide, and I swear, I see a spark of interest flash across his face. He swallows, and I watch his Adam’s apple.
Please let me touch you. I need to touch you, and this is the best and only way I can make it happen right now,I think to myself.
In reality, hitting Nash during practice is as close as I can get to touching him. To be near him. It’s wrong, but I can’t help myself.
He watches me closely, then shakes his head. “Stop messing with me.”
His words hurl at me like a mad truck. I feel the crash throughout my body. I jump up, needing to get out of this place.
“I’m going down to the hotel bar. I need a drink,” I announce, before leaving the room.
***
Sitting in the hotel bar, I’m surrounded by fans who are in town for the game. I’ve had two shots of whiskey when two girls walk over to me. They are both wearing skin-tight dresses that barely cover their tits. One is tall with long red hair, and the other is shorter and thicker, with brown, wavy hair. They are pretty enough, but clearly not my type.
No, my type is lying in a bed upstairs.
“Hey, you are Leo O’Connor, aren’t you?” the redhead asks.
“Sure,” I grunt out.
“I’m Macy, and this is my friend, Tiffany,” she says, pointing to her friend.
“Nice,” I offer, taking another sip of my whiskey.
“So, we wanted to see if you wanted to hang out with us. We are huge fans,” Macy says, running a finger over my arm.
I watch as she touches me, but I feel nothing.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask.
Tiffany grabs the hand of a guy sitting at the bar and pulls him over to our conversation. He eyes me like I’m a present he wants to tear open. It’s clear what they want to do.
“Why don’t you come up to our room and we can show you?” Tiffany suggests.
I finish off my whiskey in one large gulp, then stand. “Alright, let’s go,” I tell them.
We take the elevator up to the third floor. Tiffany has been all over me, touching and feeling me up. Macy holds my hand, and their friend, who I now know is named Dalton, hasn’t stopped looking at me. When the doors open, we exit and walk down the hallway.
Macy stops at a door and takes out her room key. I hear someone gasp, and when I turn, I see Nash standing by the ice vending machine, holding the ice bucket from our room. He glares at me, watching as the four of us head into the hotel room.
I know I’m an asshole.
I know I make things worse for myself, but I can’t stop.
Winking, I offer Nash a smirk before saying, “Don’t wait up.”
I close the door as Nash’s mouth falls open.
***
Sitting in a leather chair, I watch as Tiffany lies spread-eagled on the bed, Macy licking her pussy, while Dalton fucks Macy from behind.
It’s hot, and I’m turned on, but I can’t force myself to join them.
Dalton turns to look at me. “Want a turn?” he asks me.
Before, I would have gladly jumped in. I would have fucked Dalton and both girls. They are all so high and drunk, none of them would remember what we did. I wouldn't have to worry about my sex life getting out to the press. I could easily do this. But not now.
