Page 5 of Jocked Up

“He’s torn some ligaments in his knee, they don’t know how bad it is yet but they think it’s dislocated. If it is, his career is done.” Amelia sounded stressed but not overwhelmed.

“I hope he saved some of his earnings then.” I couldn’t stop the stinging words from escaping.

“I know. But he was at practice so the team will have to cover it and his insurance will pay. I’ll call you back later honey, I’ve got a call coming in from my mom.” Amelia quickly switched over and I hung up the phone. I felt sorry for the man if his career was over but he’d already made it so far in life. I couldn’t feel too sorry for him.

I was happy with my life in our hometown; I loved life here and couldn’t ask for more. Maybe a slightly bigger house, but I was content. This place had built me, made me who I was. I liked who I was, even if I swore a lot in my head. And around Drake.

Putting him and my phone away I went into the school, not overly concerned with Drake’s future. He’d get by. I wasn’t a part of his life and couldn’t worry about that.

* * *

A month later, Drake was sitting in his living room in his new home in Louisiana. The house was old, had been empty for a long time and needed some work but he only needed it for a short time. He’d be back on the field soon enough; he just knew it. The team of doctors assigned to him had decided he didn’t need surgery, just some special treatment and physical therapy, when they figured out he hadn’t dislocated his knee. They’d benched him for the summer and the beginning of the season so he’d come home to heal.

Looking around the empty house, some old furniture still collecting dust, he decided he’d start by painting the rooms. Grabbing his keys, he went out to the garage. His boat, a motorcycle, his truck, and a sports car sat in the garage. It was going to have to be enlarged to house them all comfortably but for now, it would work. He climbed into the truck, his left knee making it difficult with the brace, but he managed it.

He pulled out a cart at the local home improvement store and went in search of buckets of primer, paint, and accessories. Drake knew he probably should have just hired someone to do the job but he needed to keep busy. He’d just turned down an aisle searching for plastic sheets to cover the furniture and floors when he saw Bethany.

Drake felt an ache deep in his chest as he spotted the woman, dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a camisole top of bright pink. With matching flip flops on her feet, the woman was the perfect picture of what his buddies called a MILF. He’d never admit it to her but yeah, Bethany was a total MILF, even with her hair in a messy bun. That ache moved lower, much lower.

Her skin was tanned, her legs long and smooth, and the rest of her, wow! Drake tried to pull his eyes away from her chest but couldn’t, not until he heard a little boy giggling.

“Mom, that’s Drake Saterlee! He’s staring at your boobies!” The little boy’s high-pitched squeal of laughter made it impossible to turn and run.

Drake felt his cheeks flame and he tried to walk by with a nod but the little boy ran up to him, wanting to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m Peter, that’s my mommy, Bethany. Her daddy dated your mommy a long time ago. You know my mommy?” Peter was a little blonde fellow with his mother’s warm brown eyes and a little bow mouth that looked just like hers. He even had her turned up nose.

“Hiya Peter, I’m Drake. Yes, I do know your mommy. She’s a nice lady, you know.” Drake said as he crouched down to Peter’s level. The boy was a tiny male version of Bethany, that was for sure.

“Do you have a girlfriend? My mommy doesn’t have a boyfriend.” Peter said the words without any qualms, not understanding why his mommy was making that choking noise or why she pulled him away from Drake. “But Mommy, you don’t!” he said.

Bethany finally had to face Drake but didn’t exactly look him in the eye.

“Um, hi again, Drake. How’s the knee?” She asked with no real concern, just cheeks as red as his.

“It’s getting better. Thought I’d come here to recuperate. Bought that old house out on Phillips Street.”

“What?” Bethany’s eyes had gone wide and something told him he’d just stepped in poo again.

“Um, that old house, the two story one. Huge old monster, was probably around when this place was still a swamp and belonged to France.” He wasn’t sure why she was getting upset. “I’ve had my eye on that.” She didn’t tell him she’d been secretly saving up to put a down payment on it for two years. She knew it could happen, that someone could come along and snap it up before her but for that person to be Drake! Ugh!

“Oh, sorry. Um, hey, Pete, are you into football? I’m going to spend some time volunteering with the tiny tot’s football team this summer. You going to be there?” Drake looked back down at Peter quickly, trying to appease his mother.

“Peter has already signed up for his sessions with the team. He’ll be there in the evenings. I believe your sister will be taking him.” Bethany hated people calling Peter Pete. That wasn’t his name. “Are you sure that’s wise, Drake? You do have a habit of running away just when people need you the most, you know?”

Drake thought she was beautiful with her eyes sparking a challenge and her eyebrow raised, then her words sank in. She was right but the words stung. His own eyes narrowed and he looked over at Peter. His knee was starting to throb from his stance but he wasn’t going to let her see his weakness.

“Right, then I’ll see you there kiddo.” Drake stood, holding his hand out to Peter. Peter shook hands like a tiny gentleman and ran back to his mother, pushing her own cart up the aisle in the other direction.

“See you, Drake.” Asshole, he could all but hear the word coming from her glaring eyes. Damnit, he was on her bad side again but he wasn’t sure why. Again.

“See you, Bethany. Take care.” Drake pushed his own cart away and actually looked forward to starting the practice with the team of little ones wanting to learn to be football players. Maybe the summer wouldn’t be so bad if it meant getting under Bethany’s skin and watching that incredible chest of hers. Yeah, she’d matured, in all the right places. He was also determined he’d show her; he’d show her he could be relied on.

Drake went back to his house and took a shower before he did anything else. He let the cold water flow over his body. His skin was tanned, his muscles toned to perfection and as he stepped out of the shower his body glistened. Shaking the water out of his eyes, he looked into the mirror. He was in great shape, even if his knee was fucked.

Toweling off he imagined it was Bethany’s hands holding the towel and he felt a sudden surging ache in his groin. Looking down at himself, his hand clasping his own hot flesh, he knew he had to have her. Somehow he had to change her mind and make the beautiful woman his.

Stroking himself gently, slowly at first, his hand moved quicker and he leaned back against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom. Bracing himself, Drake allowed himself to remember the past, the way Bethany had moved beneath him, the way it felt to have her legs wrapped around his waist and the sounds she’d made as he filled her.