“Hey, man. What’s up?”
I gripped his shoulder tight and tipped my lips up in a smile that was meant to be a threat. “Going somewhere?”
“Uh, yeah, man. I’m scheduled for a massage with that-” He winced when I tightened my grip even more. “Dude, what the hell?”
“Change of plans. You’re not getting a massage anymore. Stay the fuck away from Cassidy or I’ll rip your arm off and beat you half to death with it. Understand me?”
“Jesus, West! Fine! Whatever!”
I shoved him away and dusted my hands off. “Great. Glad we got that cleared up.”
28
***Cass***
Weston’s back was bothering him. I’d been watching him closely during the first two quarters of the game for signs of tension and I wanted to scream at everyone who’d let him bullshit his way through physicals for the past year. It was clear that he wasn’t at one hundred percent but the coach and physicians were turning their heads to keep one of their stars on the field.
As soon as the team was off the field and heading towards the locker room for halftime, I snuck into the tunnel to find him. It wasn’t like I wasn’t allowed to work on the players but I’d heard from the other therapists that their coach didn’t like interruptions during his halftime speeches. That was just too bad, though.
I slipped in behind a few defensive linemen and cursed when I saw Weston was sitting towards the other side of the locker room, right in Coach James’ eyesight.
Johnny Groves, one of the sweetest guys ever, looked down at me and grinned. “Hey, little missy. You need one of your men?”
I grabbed the front of his pads and pulled his head down so I could whisper to him. “I need Weston. His back-”
“Say no more.” He patted the top of my head, a gesture that should’ve been condescending but from the big guy just felt sweet. Same with the little missy shit. “I’ll get him for you.”
He didn’t have to get Weston, though, because by the time I let Johnny go, Weston was coming towards us, his eyes narrowed on where I was still holding Johnny’s pads. The coach had already started talking to the team but he stopped when he saw me standing there and Weston coming towards me.
“Can we help you?”
I winced and stepped forward, putting myself in Weston’s way. I gripped his hands and smiled at the coach. “Just romance stuff. You know.”
Weston looked down at that and I used everyone’s confusion to drag him out of the locker room and into the bathroom a few doors down. He let me push him around but when I reached around him and grabbed the back of his pants to pull them down so I could work on his lower back he reacted by grabbing my ass and spinning me around so I was on the counter. He buried his face in my neck and growled.
“I’m too keyed up to be gentle with you right now, baby. I shouldn’t even be touching you.” But he was very much touching me. He ran his hands up my thighs and then gripped my chest and teased my seemingly very reactive nipples.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled hard when he cupped me between my thighs and squeezed. My body arched into his but my mind was focused. “Dammit, Weston. I didn’t pull you in here to fuck. Which, by the way, I said romance stuff, and I’m pretty sure a rough fuck in a dirty bathroom doesn’t count as romance stuff.”
He’d already started kissing down my throat when my words registered. He dropped his head and gripped the counter on either side of my legs. “Fucking hell.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry I couldn’t spit it out fast enough but I need to work on your back. You’re tense.”
“Yeah, I fucking am. I’ve got a fucking erection digging into my cup and I just mauled you.” He pushed away and turned his back to me.
I jumped down and grabbed his hips. “Sorry about the erection, I guess. And I didn’t mind the mauling. It hasn’t exactly been pound town over here, you know? The last guys who I hooked up with didn’t finish the job. Wait. Bend a little. Yeah, just like that.”
I had him bent forward against the wall so I could get to the muscle I needed to work on. He was about to say god only knew what but I dug my fingers in a little more aggressively than I normally would’ve and he groaned instead.
“If the guys could see you now, huh?” I was losing my mind. I was giddy from him touching me like he had and it was making me say things that normally would’ve remained thoughts.
“Jesus, Cassidy. If what you’re doing didn’t feel so fucking good I’d bend you over right now and-”
“I know, I know.” I blew a raspberry at him. “You’d spank me.”
He straightened as soon as I stepped back and turned on me. He walked towards me slowly and I couldn’t help backing into the counter behind me when he looked like he wanted to devour me. “Maybe I’d spank you but that’s not what I was going to say, sweetheart. Fuck you. I would bend you over and fuck you.”
A wave of heat hit me hard. I gripped the counter and tipped my head back to look up at him. “I-I don’t think you have time for that.”
