Chapter 10
JAMESON
Waking before my alarm this morning, I know it’s because Penelope is on my mind. She was in my dreams last night, and my first thought was to send her a text.
Slow your roll, Jame.
I had a fun time with her last night. Her klutzy ways and speaking whatever comes to mind without thought were endearing.
I don’t like people walking on eggshells around me or thinking about every word they say before they say it, just because I can throw a football.
It’s why I miss Mark and Jackson so much.
Damn, they never think before they speak.
I miss real.
I need real.
Turning on my shower, I step in, letting the lukewarm water wake me up.
I should stand under freezing water right now, as I take my cock in my hand and slowly work myself.
I woke up hard, thinking about her, so it doesn’t take much to bring me right back to that point.
Closing my eyes, I picture her gorgeous brown eyes that match the wild chestnut hair.
Leaning my shoulder against the cold tile does nothing to calm myself, as I imagine that long thick hair falling around my chest as she goes down on me.
Or imagining it fanned out on the pillow as I drive myself into her over and over.
Her full pink lips that had gloss covering them and sparkled every time she spoke.
The sweet smell of vanilla sugar that followed her every move.
Rolling my back to the tile now, I tug at my dick, the soap and water making it easy for my hand to slide back and forth. But I know this feeling doesn’t even come close to the heaven I would feel once I’m inside her.
Her name falls from my lips as my balls draw up and my dick gets steel-hard in my hand. I come with a shout, again and again, until I’m sagging against the wall, letting the water rinse away my dreams of the only girl that’s caught my attention in four years.
Entering the arena, I take the long hall down to the locker room, where I meet with my trainer. Some of my teammates are already here, stretching and getting taped before heading to the field. We’ll practice today and tomorrow, then jump on a plane on Saturday to New York for Sunday’s game.
“Hey, J-Dub! I saw you on SportsCenter this morning. What a good little QB signing autographs for the kiddies,” Darius razzes me. “What were you doing out, anyway? You hardly ever go out alone in public.”
My trainer waves me over, and I give Darius a fist bump on the way past. “I went out for coffee.”
He furrows his brows. “Coffee? Bro, you feeling alright?”
Connor comes from the back area. “There he is! So, tell us all about it!”
I shake my head and close my eyes, hopping onto the table and stretching out. I cover my face with my arm, waiting for my trainer to warm up my muscles.
“No. No hiding.”
“Tell us all about what?” Darius asks.
“Our baby boy had a date last night!”
“Jesus, Connor! Yell it out for the whole stadium to hear, why don’t you?”
“It was all over the papers, dog.” He pauses. “Wait.” He quickly runs for his phone out of his gym bag and has an article already pulled up by the time he comes back to stand next to my table. He scrolls and flips the phone. “Is this her?”
I look carefully at the small thumbnail picture that loads on the screen. It shows me kneeling down, giving the young boy my hat, and a woman is in the background.
My woman.
Penelope is sitting on the chair a few feet behind me, with her phone out, but it’s the way she’s looking. She’s not looking at me, but at the young boy. She remarked how I made his night. His face was lit up with joy, and she said it was the sweetest thing she’s ever seen.
Even signing autographs, she still wasn’t a hundred percent sure who I was, and she didn’t care.
She didn’t care.
She saw me. Jameson, the man, despite the chaos surrounding me.
And she saw joy. Love oozing from that boy.
“Oh, shit. Look at that smile!” Darius bumps me on the table.
“Hey! I’m working here!” My trainer pushes Darius away, and we all laugh.
“Kick them out, Phil!”
“Not until I hear the details of this date.” He raises a brow. “But, gentleman, do it from the other side of the table, please.” He smirks and continues massaging me.
“The papers are all over this, Jame. Come on, tell us.”
I grab for this phone and scroll through the headlines.
‘Smalltown QB found a girl?’
‘Pretty Boy of Football spotted with a secret admirer’
‘J-Dub lands a pass with some curves for days’
That last one makes me cringe. I can handle the papers running my name, but fuck, I don’t want to scare her off before we even get anywhere.
And damn. If they find out I paid this chick?
I toss the phone back to Darius. “Guys, this isn’t good. This is the girl from the dating site. If the papers find out…” I trail off, not wanting to complete this sentence.
“How are they going to find out? You’ve already been spotted out at a coffee shop. They’ll think you just met out or through us or something. Look at that movie date you had. That was everywhere, so it’s not like they don’t know you’re dating.”
Rolling my eyes, I say, “I try not to think about that movie date.”
“Anyway, don’t worry about that now. Tell us about her!” Connor makes like a little schoolgirl, pulls one of the rolling chairs in the training room, and slides up next to the table. Darius mimics the move.
“She’s nice.”
Groans come from both of them. “Bro! Come on! You are a fucking man like the rest of us. Don’t play innocent, QB. We all know better. No girl is just nice.” His fingers make the quote motion around the words. “Now stop fucking around and give us details!”
Huffing a laugh, I picture Penelope in my mind.
“Fine. Penelope is hot as fuck. I wanted to push her up against the wall right then and there. She’s not the usual jersey chaser.
She’s not a jersey chaser at all. She’s a klutz and speaks in run-on sentences when she gets nervous.
She was overly generous to the servers and super polite to people around her.
But the best part? She didn’t even know who I was!
It was the best thing to sit there with a girl who I knew wanted to know me and fuck me, for me. ”
“There’s the guy we all know! Now you’re feeling yourself. How do you know she wanted to fuck you?”
Raising a brow, I answer, “Because I wanted to fuck her. There was chemistry zinging between us.”
The guys freeze. “Did he just say zinging?” Connor asks in a hushed tone as he turns to Darius, like I’m not even there.
“He did, bro. This is fucking weird,” Darius whispers back.
“Think he met the one?” Their eyes get wide.
“Fellas, I’m right here!”
They crack up and clear their throats. “Sorry. Continue with the zinging.”
Shaking my head, I continue, because I just can’t not talk about this woman. “I sat there with a half-hard dick the entire time. And then she spilled iced tea on me, and when she patted my lap, I know she felt it, and yeah.” I shrug. “She wants me.”
“Uh oh, here comes the stud.”
“Stop it. You asked. Anyway, that picture on the website? Look at her. She’s not even looking at me.
She’s watching that young fan. She made a comment afterwards about how I made his night.
That’s why I love what I do, and she saw it.
” I take a breath and let it out. “Her friends set up her profile on that site. But I’m going to continue this.
I need a date for this Christmas ball, and well, she isn’t like the jersey chasers, so I’m safe.
We’ll go to Candy Cane Key, spend the weekend, then come home. Done.”
But will I be able to let her go when the weekend is over?