I REMEMBER TURNING twenty-three and beginning my first season as a starting quarterback. The powers that be considered twenty-three young for a starter. Now, three years later, I feel old. From the wear and tear on my body and my mental state from losing game after game, I don't have the same excitement as I've had in the past.As team captain, it's my job to pump up the players for the coming season. I'm hoping the new kicker the front office signed will help us out. The entire process has been shadowed in mystery for some ungodly reason. We have a player or two who are gay. They keep it on the down-low. I truly don't give a damn about who they have in their bed. Play your position, give it your heart, and screw anyone you want. With consent, that is.This doesn't mean all the players feel this way. By my thinking, the idiots need to get over it and move on. I haven't seen a sexual pass in the locker room or heard of one. Maybe the new kicker is openly gay and the organization expec
"IT COULD HAVE been worse," Larry says as we enter the two-bedroom suite that will be ours for the next few days. We were quiet in the car because we didn't want the driver to overhear us."He hates me," I groan. Larry knows exactly who "he" is."He doesn't hate you. He's slightly shocked, I'll admit."My laugh isn't humorous in the least. It's more like the squeal of a cat who's been stepped on. "Shocked?" I walk past the main room, toss my backpack on the floor of the first bedroom I come to, and fall back on the bed with my arms spread. "Look, I know what I'm getting myself into," I say as I look at the ceiling. "This is only the beginning." I cover my eyes in high dramatic fashion. "There will be denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Just like someone died." I peek through my fingers. "Add in testosterone-laden Neanderthals, vindictive assholes, and whiny mommy's boy temper tantrums and you'll understand what the next few weeks will be like."Larry walks to the
HEAD COACH BUCK Mitchel is speaking and he's pretending this is just another news conference and Jordan Givens is just another player. He's giving the opposite impression I got from him yesterday, and he now appears to agree that Jordan should be on the team.Kiss ass, I say beneath my breath.I'm in a piss-poor mood after losing valuable sleep the night before. I drank a bucketload of coffee this morning and the dark liquid did nothing to help the throbbing pain in my jaw from clenching my teeth throughout the torturous night.A few minutes ago, Mitchel informed me I have the pleasure of tagging along with Miss Givens' entourage after the news conference when she's officially introduced to the team. I spent the entire night trying to find a way out of what would happen today. I was also under strict orders to keep my mouth shut about our new kicker. The news hit the media less than an hour ago and half the team has texted or tried to call me. My phone is on silent mode because I ca
LARRY SAID I aced the press conference. He had no idea what was going on inside my brain or should I say-sex organs. Sitting next to Aiden Patrickson was a lesson in unfulfilled desire. The man smells. His pores leak some kind of pheromone that grabs your insides, twists, and lights them on fire. Who knew? Most definitely not me. Whatever he bathes in, sprays on, or shampoos with is one hundred percent nuclear. All I could think about was licking him to see if he tasted as good as he smelled. He might have actually helped with the press conference because the butterflies disappeared as soon as I inhaled him.I'm standing in a toilet stall inside the arena with only a few minutes to spare, and what am I doing? I'm using my phone to Google Aiden Patrickson to see if he sponsors a cologne line. Why, might you ask? Because I'm ordering a case of the stuff and demanding any man I date wear the stuff twenty-four-seven.I have a whirlwind schedule in front of me and I can't get Aiden Patric
SHE'S AS COOL as a wide receiver on a Hail Mary pass into the end zone with no one around for miles. I just don't buy it. Before we entered the locker room and were waiting on Givens to come out of the ladies' room, her agent pulled me aside."I have something I want you to read. Keep it to yourself and take a look when you have time. Jordan tricked her way into my office. These are a copy of the papers she gave me," he said as he handed the folded sheets to me. "This is why I signed her as a client. Read them and give her a chance on the field." His jaw tightened. "She's earned it." He walked away and I stuffed the papers in my pocket.Right now I'm lifting weights and thinking about the pages he gave me. They're sitting in my locker unread. I'll look at them tonight."This is shit, you know that, right?" It's Randy Byer, one of the best fullbacks in the league. The problem is you wouldn't know it by the way he's played the past three years."I won't deny it," I answer after lower
I SURVIVED THE early morning show bedlam and answered the same ten questions three times in a matter of hours. I even signed a few autographs, which threw me for a loop. Larry stayed by my side up until we returned to the airport for our flight back to Albuquerque and his cell phone rang. One of his star athletes had a crisis and Larry changed his flight and left me on my own.I send off a quick text message to my college coach saying I'll call once I'm settled. I do the same for my dad and promise to call him tomorrow. I press speed dial for Reg."Holy shit, sister, I can't believe you've kept this from me." He's called me sister since he hooked up with Laura and discovered it was serious. To some, his use of the word might seem weird. But even when we had our friends with benefits relationship, we both knew we made better friends than lovers. It was only a matter of time before one of us found someone. Thank God it wasn't me."Let me talk to her, you phone hoarder," I hear Laura d
The call ends and I actually sigh. "This isn't a date, this isn't a date," I recite as I head to the bathroom. If it was a date I couldn't go. The fact that Aiden's speaking to me in a civil voice could go down as the first miracle of the season. Yeah, I'm reading way too much into this and I need to stop.I take a run to work off my nervous energy and find myself at the stadium gym. I show my ID and the guard lets me inside. He also gives me directions. After a couple of wrong turns, I find the gym."Oh my heck," I whisper when I look around. It's amazing, and the athletic smell of sweat I expected in the locker room is alive and well here. It does something to my insides. The odor may be repugnant to others, but for me it's like coming home.A couple of players walk in while I'm lifting weights. They don't appear happy to see me. "Good morning," I offer. One grunts and the other gives a quick "Hey" and then they both ignore me. Really there isn't much that could destroy my good mo
SHE LEAVES ME unbalanced, which doesn't happen often. She's so damn beautiful in a non-conforming kind of way. It's like she's unpolished and rough around the edges. It makes her sexy as hell. There have been a lot of women since I went pro but none has had this effect on me. I do my best to pay attention to the road so I don't drive on top of another car when she wiggles a bit and brings her lipstick out of her back pocket. This time it's bright pink. I use the truck's brake a little too forcefully at the light. She glances at me before pulling down the visor and flipping up the mirror.Christ.I'm heading to my mother's house with a hard dick. Music. We need music. I hit the button on the steering wheel and Hank Williams Jr. fills the cab."Who's this?" she asks after running the tip of the lipstick across her sexy mouth.That question deserves the quick "you've got to be kidding me" glance I give her. "Who do you listen to?" I ask without answering her ridiculousness."My favor