“You’re not difficult to read.”
“You read one little dossier about me and you think you have me figured out. You’re almost as cocky as I am.”
“You want to know what it’s like for a man to go downon you.” Cooper circled Nico and landed behind him. He grabbed him by the waist with one hand and nuzzled his mouth against his ear. “How different it feels to have your cock sucked by someone who knows what it feels like to have his cock sucked.” He lowered his hand further, brushing over his hip first and then moved to the inside of his thigh. “Someone who knows just the right game script to make you blow like you’ve never blown before.”
Nico cocked his head to the side, but not far enough to catch Cooper's gaze. “How about a preview?”
Cooper broke away from Nico. He’d already said too much. Done too much. He approached the door and the rookie followed him. “How about you go to your room, turn off the lights, and get some rest? Because if you embarrass me on that field tomorrow, you’re going to have much bigger problems than which organ is going in which hole.”
“Yes, coach.”
“Good boy.” Cooper peeked through the hole in the door to make sure the coast was clear. He cracked open the door and Nico shimmied out, immediately taking a sharp turn to the right.
It was almost as if the rookie had experience sneaking out of hotel rooms, but had absolutely no tact in sneakingintothem.
Chapter Six
The Cobras wonagainst the Hollywood Knights with a final score of 24-19, driven in no small part by Nico’s penchant for taking bets and deals a little too seriously.
Nico held his helmet in one hand near the endzone where Razer had just run the game-winning touchdown. Nearby, his fellow rookie was being interviewed by ESPN. Priscilla Rapport, a sports journalist for Sports Night approached Nico with a mic in her hand.
“How does it feel to come back after missing two games and leading the team to a win over your divisional rivals?”
“Great, Priscilla.” Nico pushed dripping strands of hair from his forehead. “Everything just clicked tonight. Everyone did their part and I’m so proud to be a Cobra right now.”
“You leaned on Matteo Reyes a lot tonight. Do you see that as indicative of the direction this team may go in the future?”
“That’s my boy, and yeah, maybe. But ultimately, the Knights shut our run game down early in the first quarter and we had to adjust the game plan. Matteo really stepped up, but you saw Razer too. Nobody in the league is better than him in space and he proved that just now.”
“You were rather reserved in the scramble game tonight. Coach White talked to us before the game about finding a balance, noting that you have an uncanny ability to escape pressure. Has your experience with injuries thus far in your rookie season forced you to adjust the way you play?”
“Yeah, it’s obviously a factor. It has to be. I’m a competitive beast. I always want to win, but I’ve been working on my second and third reads, and I think I showed that tonight.”
“One final question. How has it been working with the legendary Cooper Callahan?”
“It’s been an absolute dream, an absolute pleasure. We actually made a deal before the game and it was a key driver in really forcing me to focus on the task at hand, which was winning.”
“Can you share the terms of this deal?”
“I’m afraid Coach Callahan would kill me, and I love winning too much to die.” Nico waved at the camera with a shit-eating grin. “Because you know what they say, you can’t win if you’re dead.”
Nico walked away from the interview and headed down the tunnel with what he assumed were flushed cheeks.
Really, Nico?
“You can’t win if you’re dead,” he mumbled to himself.
Nobody fucking says that.
When Cooper still played football, he despised press interviews after games. He’d always want off the field as fast as humanly possible, but always got caught up by reporters on a mad-dash to the locker room.
As it turned out, the press was just as interested in him as they’d always been. He stood on the sidelines with one journalist only to be approached by Priscilla Rapport. He cocked his head away from the reporter and grimaced before turning back to her with a plastered smile.
“How are you doing, Priscilla?”
“It’s been a while, Cooper,” she said, microphone hanging in one hand and pointed at the ground. “I’m sorry I missed you at the Chicago game last week.”
“Off the record?” Cooper arched a brow. “I’ve missed you too.”
